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( song of the day :
lucky strike - troye sivan )
》yes, for the 2nd time
in this book《

[ hello : okay, so i discovered that haechan recommended this song to a fan in a fansign and i went ,, w o w ]

"are you sure?" saerom asked jaehyun after his offer of driving haneul home. "she's absolutely unbearable when she's drunk."

johnny nodded in agreement. "yeah, one time she started kicking my windshield in the passenger's seat when seoyeon and i drove her home, then she said she was just practicing for martial arts so she can kick down incoming carnappers."

sicheng looked at johnny in discomfort while going through the struggle of jace's arm drunkenly slung around his shoulders for assistance. "you didn't have to tell us that━"

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it took jaehyun approximately half an hour to plop haneul down the passenger's seat, and an additional seven minutes to put her seatbelt on.

the entirety of the walk to the vehicle was her stumbling, laughing at nothing, and screaming in three different languages towards inanimate objects.

damn, she was so different.

once they both remained seated, the girl turned to him, a smile giving off vibes of foolishness spread across her face. "your dimples, can i poke? they look deeper than my sixth grade english essays."

"should i laugh?"

after sinking her finger into his dimpled cheek, haneul let out a deafening squeal. her silver hair flipped all over the place as she executed brisk movements.

what made her stop screaming like a child throwing a tantrum was the next song played on the radio.

"OH MY GOD, IT'S SEVENTEEN, IT'S SEVENTEEN!" haneul cheered, the volume of her voice loudening even more. "SAY THE NAME, SEVENTEEEEEEN YEAH!"

the whole drive consisted of haneul bopping to seventeen songs on shuffle (after he connected his spotify to the car), and jaehyun heaving numerous sighs of frustration behind the wheel.

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the exterior of haneul's studio house was simple in its own way, making it look very comfortable. there were still three low stair steps to walk through before reaching the house itself. it was painted gray and light blue, containing a theme of rusticity. the lights outside had a warm illumination, making the cute little pots of cacti behind the windows visible.

this is the perfect time.

"haneul," jaehyun called her name out, pulling out a small black cardboard box. inside was a necklace that glimmered right in front of her eyes. the chain was tinted gold, an opal charm that was crafted into a cloud being the finishing touch. after him rambling words she couldn't anymore understand, he ended his statement with, "will you like . . go out with me?"

silence.

then a loud fit of laughter that lasted for about five minutes. she already fell weak on her knees because of how funny she found it. this left him utterly mortified.

but hey, at least she's drunk! she'll probably forget it tomorrow.

"you know what? go home."

"carry me home," jaehyun heard her say as he turned towards the car. definitely not.

"what? no w━" before he could even react any further, he felt a heavy weight hover over his back. "god, you're heavy."

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♤ gabrielle's note

perhaps I'm giving haneul&jaehyun too much screentime ?? time to lessen ☻☻☻

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