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𝙧𝙤𝙝 𝙝𝙮𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖

you already knew i couldn't sleep again when i got home that night. i swear, if i keep hanging around that corny dude i'm going to end up as a walking zombie.

why did he hug me? that was the most random thing someone's ever done to me. to be completely honest, if i was hugged by a stranger like that, i'd beat the living shit out of them in a flat two seconds.

but how could i mess up the face of a god? plus, i needed a hug from someone like him.

i must be insane. i swear this could all be some kind of scenario my sleep-deprived brain is creating once again, but it's all too real.

"agh. fuck. i can't keep thinking about this." i murmured to myself.

"thinking about what?" a voice suddenly said in the dark.

i jumped and my eyes darted to my roommate, who was casually on her side, staring at me. in the dark room, you could only see the whites in her eyes, and it was quite the scary sight to see.

"n-nothing." i said. "god, i didn't even know you were awake."

"girl, i know that tone." yuhwa purred. "did you find yourself a new boyfriend?"

"why does everyone keep asking that??" i asked. "no, i didn't. also, do you have any sleeping pills?"

"in the drawers." she replied. "but really, is he cute?"

"yes—i mean no. no, no—there's no guy." i said quickly, my hands searching through the cabinet. once i found the bottle, i popped a pill and returned to my bed.

yuhwa snickered. i freaking hate that girl and how much she knows about me sometimes. "what's his name? does he go here? how old? is he nice? what's his major?"

"i'm not telling you. you'll probably stalk him like the stalker you are anyways." i murmured.

"oh my god, is it that one hot swimmer boy that caught you when you fainted?" she gasped.

i threw a pillow at her. "shut the fuck up, you're not a teenage girl."

"no way!" yuhwa chirped. i hate it when she chirps. yuhwa gets so excited when we talk about those animals we call men.

"you're hurting my ears. please be quiet or else i won't set to you a single time tomorrow at practice." i threatened. i knew she hated when i said that the most.

"...hyeona, you know you're worse than satan himself right?"

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𝙣𝙖𝙢 𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙠

okay, to be completely honest, i don't know how the hell that girl manages to run on less than four hours of sleep.

we got back at around 4:00 AM yesterday. and i literally passed out the moment i made contact with my bed.

i had to wake up two hours later, which was hell for me. the things i do out of kindness.

"nam joohyuk, you got some heavy rice-bags underneath your eye, my dude." jo taekwon, probably the most annoying guy on the swim team, but my best-friend, said. "did you even get back last night??"

i sluggishly nodded. "yeah."

"what were you doing?" he stopped and suddenly gasped. "perhaps, were you clubbing without me?!"

"if you want to call working clubbing, then sure." i replied.

"why?"

"some girl—fuck, never mind." i muttered, not even wanting to explain it.

"some girl? who? who who who?? is she cute? did you two—"

i kicked taekwon so hard he flew into the pool. it was quite hilarious to be honest, and i didn't even feel a single ounce of guilt for it because how non-innocent he almost made me look. is that how low he thinks of me???

"introduce me to her sometime!!!" taekwon yelled, as he splashed around in the pool. you probably wouldn't even be able to tell if this guy was a swimmer, to be honest.

"never." i said, sticking my tongue out at him. "she's mine."

"wOOAAAHHHHH NAM JOOHYUK YOU PLAYER—"

"I WAS JUST KIDDING GOD-DAMMIT!!!"

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