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the bike ride back was unusually quiet, probably because joohyuk was busy steering the goddamn bike and i was too busy thinking.

unconsciously, i leaned my head against his upper back, and closed my eyes because i felt a little sleepy.

as i dozed off a little, i felt joohyuk shift and he grabbed my two hands softly.

he looked behind his shoulder. "if you fall asleep, you might just fly off this thing."

"if you steer with one hand you're gonna crash into something..." i muttered.

joohyuk chuckled. "i'm an experienced bike rider, hyeona."

"okay, then keep holding my hand like that." i said.

joohyuk's grip tightened on my hands in response. "roger roger."

by the time we reached the dorm building, i was like a zombie. i really hoped i didn't say anything ridiculous in those past moments.

"yah, you can get off now." joohyuk said.

i woke up from my trance. "huh? oh."

i removed my arms from his waist and lifted my head off his back. when i got off, i stumbled a little, and joohyuk quickly grabbed my arms to rebalance me.

"geez, how much did you drink??" joohyuk asked.

i rolled my eyes. "look here. i'm not drunk. i'm perfectly fine. i'm not drunk."

"alright, alright. be careful on your way up." joohyuk said, and walked away.

then he stopped, walking backwards. "hey, are you sure you're okay?"

"gosh, i'm not five years old. go." i lightly pushed him away, and walked to my own dorm building.

"okay. goodnight then hyeona!!" joohyuk yelled from the boy's dorm doorway. "sleep well!!!!"

"uh huh." i waved my hand to shoo the guy away, and then entered the building.

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"what's wrong with her?"

"...she's been talking like this ever since i woke up."

"...i'm not drunk..." i muttered, half asleep.

"she's-"

"yAH I TOLD YOU I'M NOT DRUNK!!" i yelled, jolting awake into a sat up position. i got ahold of my senses and caught moora and yuhwa standing in front of me, their facing showing utter confusion.

i furrowed my eyebrows and slapped my head. "what the fuck is wrong with me..."

"yah, are you okay?" moora asked.

"you got home extra late last night, and drunk too."

"was i?" i asked. "i don't remember." i yawned casually, but my two friends kept staring at me weirdly.

"who were you with? you don't have any friends except for us." yuhwa asked.

i glared at her. "i so do. but i was with joohyuk."

the two looked at each other, shocked. "you two drank...together??"

i nodded. "am i not allowed to drink with my other friend??"

"no...it's just..." they muttered.

"it's just, a man and a woman drinking together and then one of them gets dead drunk calls for a situation-as
in-" yuhwa started, and i glared at her.

i pointed to the door. "get out."

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we were all at training later, and preparing for semi-nationals and nationals too.

it kinda dawned on me. we were technically one of the top college teams for volleyball. if we won nationals, we'd be number one.

but in the past, we never ended up getting there.

"it's lunchtime." coach kim said. "stop practicing like the world's going to end, you fools. usually coaches have to tell the students to keep practicing but i have to tell you guys to stop. does that make any sense?? go eat!!"

the team groaned, slowly dispersing. i grabbed my duffel bag and headed out with yuhwa.

"tsk tsk tsk. he's at it again, hyeona." yuhwa said, and nodded ahead.

i looked up and saw kwon sejun there, leaning against the wall. rolling my eyes, i silently (tried) to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm.

yuhwa looked at me, and i shook my head, indicating that she shouldn't leave me alone, but instead, she acted like she got the message and just walked away. i don't know if she's a straight bitch or just really fucking stupid.

"what?" i asked sejun.

"you don't have to be so cold." he said. "i just wanted to say sorry. for blaming you on why we broke up."

i raised my eyebrow. "there's no reason to apologize. it didn't affect me."

"i still wanted to. i probably shouldn't have said that if i wanted you back so badly, right?" sejun asked.

"it wouldn't have made a difference."

"i'll try hard from now on." he said. "to get you back, i mean."

"it won't make a difference, don't waste your time." i said. "waste your time finding someone else."

"but i still like you, a lot."

"but i don't. i got over it long ago, and so should you." i glared. "stop holding onto me, when you're the one who let go in the first place. i'm no dumbass, and i'm not easy either."

"that's why i'm trying so hard! can't you understand that??"

"there's no reason to try hard because my mind isn't going to change." i yanked my arm back from his grip forcefully.

"take a hint for once, will you?" i scowled and walked away from the guy, surprised at how easily i had lost my temper just then. meeting him basically ruined my entire mood.

for the rest of the way, i kicked every (poor) rock in sight, and i even accidentally kicked one at somebody's face.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry-" i bowed 90 degrees. "it was an accident-i didn't mean to i didn't mean to i didn't-"

"don't worry about it, it's fine." somebody said.

i looked up, at the familiar voice. it took a few seconds to register in my head of who it was. my eyes widened and i let out a small gasp.

there was no way it could be him. how? why? it was impossible. i must be dreaming. i swear, my sleep-deprived self is fucking wild.

i rubbed my eyes and slapped myself on the cheek, but it really was him. my heart stopped, my head spinning all over that i could barely see or breathe.

"d-dad..."

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