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( song of the day :
trust me - dreamcatcher )

ryot sat up from a bed━to be exact, taeyong's bed━her headache feeling like needles puncturing through her brain.

his house was practically her go-to after getting drunk during team gatherings, since nobody from the office knew her exact address. yes, not even taeyong.

as if on cue, taeyong walked inside the room while carrying a breakfast tray in his hands. above it was a fragrant bowl of hangover soup, the aroma lingering all over the room. "did you have a good sleep?"

ryot chuckled at his brightness while he sat on the edge of the bed, offering her the tray which she gladly accepted. the routine always went like this for about their entire colleagueship, but not a single complaint was said by taeyong.

talk about patience.

"taeyong, aren't you tired?" she bluntly questioned. "i mean, it's been like this for . . i don't know, forever? you always help me, and i do nothing in return. is it really worth it?"

"what are you saying, ryot?" he shot her a pointed look. "things are worth it if they're for you."

taeyong shrinked at the cheesiness of his own statement, forcefully closing his eyes for impermanent serenity.

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haneul walked to work by herself, cringing at all the idiotic things she done last night when jaehyun drove her home.

screaming all the lyrics to seventeen songs, repeatedly poking his cheeks, laughing at everything, and asking for a piggyback ride. recalling all of that just made her wanna call in sick, go back home, and grieve while wrapped up in her green comforter because of the pure embarrassment.

i would've been feeling less worse if he wasn't the ceo.

but one thing was strongly implicated in her memory was how he pulled out a small black gift box from his pocket. inside was a necklace, the shiny gold chain holding an opal cloud pendant. along with this expensive looking tribute was his slow way of saying, "will you go out with me?"

he was probably drunk as fuck too, she told herself innerly, he doesn't like you, stop imagining.

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with spontaneity, taeil decided to call youngmi first thing in the morning, his smile being indicative of life. cheerfully, he greeted, "good morning!"

"oh, mr. moon," her voice was unusually twisted with bitterness, these words accompanied by a heavy way of breathing. nevertheless, she tried brushing off the fact and was the first to start a conversation. "was the party last night fun?"

despite the supposedly joyful words spilt by the girl softly, taeil couldn't ignore the slight feeling of disturbance that washed through him. "your voice is kinda . . did you cry? are you okay?"

"yeah, yeah of course i'm okay!" youngmi regained her cheery tone, sniffing before continuing her statement of conviction. "it's just . . morning allergies. nothing serious!"

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♤ gabrielle's note

one thing I love about updating in the midnight is writing alone while being able to finish the last two cold slices of pizza enjoyably without getting judged or interrupted in my comfortable sitting position 👌🏻🤩