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joha's pov.

wooyoung and i were now certified best friends. i didn't know if that was an accomplishment or just steps back from a relationship. i think i truly loved him, so this was confusing as hell.

he'd come over to visit my family and i every week and we'd do 'best friend' activities quite often. i now start to worry that i'm becoming to attached to a guy that doesn't like me. he's a fuckboy, so every flirt just hurt me.

i thought all of these sad thoughts as wooyoung outstretched on my bed, while i sat on the couch. he groaned and said, "i'm bored."

"me too," i rolled over onto my stomach and sighed. "so what are we gonna do?"

he pretended as if he had a brilliant idea, jumping up and staring at the ceiling dramatically. "i know! we'll get you that pet hamster you always wanted."

i gulped, "how did you know i wanted a hamster? i never told you,"

he chuckled and stood up. i huffed while i followed him to the door where he was putting his shoes on. "answer me, wooyoung!"

"the only accounts you follow on instagram are the cute hamster accounts." he said, and i nodded. he added, "also, you're easy to read."

i made a pouty face while i put my shoes on as well. i caught up to him as he walked down the driveway.

we walked together all the way to a small pet shop on the outskirts of seoul. wooyoung held the door for me, and we went in. i immediately clutched my heart upon seeing the hamsters.

i skipped to the cages where they were and literally uwued. wooyoung smiled at me and said, "look! that one looks like you,"

"i'll take that as a compliment," i said, flipping my hair jokingly.

wooyoung sighed and continued, "it was."

i fixed my attention on him again and squinted my eyes, "don't flirt with me, jung."

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"so what will you name him?" wooyoung asked me, as we exited the pet shop. i held a small light-brown hamster in my hands carefully.

"hmm, give me suggestions."

he laughed, "wooyoung junior."

i rolled my eyes and declined, "i don't think he wants to be named that."

"ouch."

i smiled as i said, "what about jojo?"

wooyoung stopped and grinned at me, "cute."

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i'm really sorry for this
crappy chapter but idk
what to write for joha
anymore i need some milk