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( song of the day :
truth - taemin )

"y'all sure you don't want a ride?" johnny asked sicheng and jace after finally reaching their dismissal time for this hell of a day, moving all his compulsory stuff scattered on his computer desk to his bag. "it's getting pretty late."

"we're sure," jace shooed him away, his eyes flaming in persistence to finish the last piece of work he had to deal with. he fixed the small mistakes sicheng made in his email to be sent to the client, then added little aspects to make it more convincing.

sicheng found this silent moment with the two of them alone as an opportunity to say, "i'm gonna ask you something very unnecessary."

momentarily, the floorwalker looked away from the flurry of words he typed in, shooting him a glance of solace.

"what if you found out that someone you really liked was just playing with your feelings? let's say, for a game of truth or dare. how would you feel?"

jace snickered, running a hand through his brown hair dramatically. "oh damn, that bitch is gonna get a good good beating. how dare they mess with my feelings like that?! imma cut them out immediately.

"and why are you asking? are you going through the same thing?"

sicheng got struck by light panic, his response coming out a little too briskly. "no, no, no. i'm . . i'm just asking for a friend, heh."

"poor friend of yours then."

"yeah, poor him."

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upon entering the widely opened doors of the hotel he currently stayed in, johnny immediately approached the receptionist area to pay for his room fee. there, he got hit by a burst of shock.

"someone already payed for your room, sir," the lady on duty said, making him squint in confusion. "the payment is good for a three week stay."

what? who? why?

after minutes of rummaging through fragmental memories stocked inside his mind, the conclusion came washing through him like a sudden cold shower in the break of dawn : alarming.

"by any chance, was the person who paid a female with bangs, shoulder-length hair, chubby cheeks, and shiny eyes?" the boy began to describe who he thought the benefactor of his room was. he knew that it would only either be her, or some creepy stalker.

the lady nodded a yes.

johnny cracked a silly smile after getting the answer, happiness bubbling like boiling water in a hot spring. his joyful expression still remained, even at the entrance of the brimful elevator. his mind kept repeating that one name of that one person.

jang seoyeon.

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11:52 in the evening.

once jaehyun's wall clock indicated the time, he decided to finally step out of his confined office. standing up definitely felt like heaven, considering the continuous hours of sitting down on that uncomfortable rolling leather chair.

it came as a surprise to still see haneul at her secretarial desk, forehead resting on her arm above the table as she fell into a deep slumber. stacks of documents, exactly four empty cups of iced coffee, opened packs of skittles, a pair of rimless glasses, and an open computer screen were the things that accompanied her.

jaehyun couldn't help but silently walk towards her, displaying a smile of admiration. instead of waking her up, he kept her unshaken in a rest interfering with serenity.

his fingers found a way caressing her long hair tinted with silver (an odd choice, but it suited her well), smoothness comparable to silk. the aroma of her vanilla scented cologne lingered freely around the air. with her current state, he saw how her vulnerability flared like a book garnering major explanations while it nears its rising action.

cute, he thought.

"one day i'll make it up to you for being a shitty boss. i promise."

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♤ gabrielle's note

my grammar is so questionable istg,, BENDED IS NOT A WORD FOR FUCK'S SAKE GABRIELLE ,, HOW DUMB CAN YOU GET ??