❝ 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 ❞
━━━꒰ Feelings are complicated. Especially when it's out in the open for everyone to see but no one to r...
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haechan COME HOME EUNSEO
haechan we miss u :(
renjun why tf are u texting from the drawing room when u could come n help us in the kitchen???
haechan :(im too pretty to work
renjun ??????
eunseo DONT RUIN MU KITCJEI IM JERR
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Eunseo bursts open the door and steps into her own comfortable abode, the quaint space now bubbling with mingled laughter and strings of profanities being thrown around. Weirdly enough, the sight makes her feel more at home if anything.
"Did you think rolling around on the streets would be a good idea or did you get robbed?" Renjun's words throw her off the minute she closes the door behind her. The only thing she can do in response is squint her brows.
"Why are you so late? I'm starving!" He snatches the package of food from her hands and heads to the kitchen.
"What the fuck is his problem?" Eunseo says, almost to herself.
Hayami comes out of the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as her red hair falls perfectly across her shoulders. "He's been trying to get Haechan to help clean the kitchen for so long but obviously he's not budging," she points to the said guy seemingly burrowing himself on the couch.
