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𝙍 𝙀 𝙈 𝙀 𝘿 𝙔

! chapter twenty-four ─── ʚĭɞ

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Miyeon wasn't the type to blurt things out.

Drunk Miyeon was, even if she wasn't technically 'blurting' them out. She would weave them into sentences, hide feelings behind words and leave people questioning whether she really meant them or not.

Seojun had known Miyeon for years. Since middle school, through high school and now as trainees together, walking through debut. It wasn't something they often thought about, but Miyeon was the person who knew him the best, and he was the person who knew her in ways that she didn't even realise.

They were best friends, each others closest friends. Closer to each other than their group mates, even closer to each other than with their families, especially in the state they were now.

He had guided her from the kitchen up to her bed, pulling open the door and barely paying any attention to the insides, focus on the bed as he set her down on it - Seojun had ended up carrying Miyeon up the stairs after several failed attempts and claims on her behalf that she didn't need help with it.

She did in fact need help.

Considering the level of skill she had in dancing - which was only confirmed in Seojun's uncertain mind after being pulled into their practise the other days - it was almost humanising to see her lose all sense of balance, composure lost with the drink.

It proved that she wasn't some higher being, blessed with the kindness, patience, talent and beauty of some other-worldly being. Because as strange as it sounds, it was considerably easy to place the Hwang girl on a pedastel of example.

Seojun was guilty of that sometimes, and he took her for granted. But her confession of being impatient, inability to drink anything without getting tipsy and lack of balance at times brought him soaring back to earth.

Reminded him that she was just as human as the rest of them, even if she didn't complain about her newly hetic schedule, finished producing a song over a day after first hearing it - and that song was for her own group's debut - and keep working and practising until insane hours of the day.

And now he was being creepy, letting deeper thoughts invade his mind as he gazed down at the half-asleep girl, who was smiling up at him in a dazed state. She looked pretty, and he crouched down beside her, letting her hand find his.

"Thank you." She smiled, shifting in her bed so that she was laid on her side, head resting on the pillow to face him. "Weren't you busy?" She asked, somehow a little less tipsy than she was before, now that she had eaten something and drank some water - she could have more coherent thoughts now.

"Hm? Busy, me? No." Seojun shook his head, hesitating before reaching out a hand to tuck a thick strand of dark hair behind her ears. "You need to go to sleep though, you have your hair appoinment in the morning."

"Hey, how did you know that!" Miyeon looked confused, digging her palms into the mattress in order to push herself up and follow Seojun's spare hand, which was pointing to the sheet of paper pinned up beside her bedside table. "Oh yeah.. but it's not too much, you should hear what's happening with the others."

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Seojun straightened up, only to sit down besides Miyeon's curled knees. Their hands remained twisted together, the girl's thumb briefly running across his knuckle.

"Well.. Maiya is getting it dyed blue-grey, Kai's is going to be to be lighter brown and Chanmi's is pink." Miyeon told him, remembering what had been told at that lengthy meeting. "I think I'm just getting it cut."

"Would you want anything else?"

"Maybe a little lighter.. or purple, I've always liked the idea of purple." Miyeon turned back onto her back, staring up at the plain ceilings. "You know, even if I still am a little tipsy, this is the most relaxed I've been since I found out about my debut."

"You'd look good in purple." Seojun smiled down at her. "How did the producing go, all I've heard is that you finished it and.." He gestured at her with his spare hand and she shook her head.

"Celebratory drink." Miyeon attempted a shrug, which wasn't as easy whilst laid down. "It went really well, I just got really, really immersed in it."

"So I gather." Seojun knew all about how distracted the girl had become. "Your other things are important as well.. like living your life. As well as important trainee things like.. dance practise and vocal sessions. Mr Seo said you seemed distracted."

"I had just come from my first meeting with the producers." Miyeon mumbled her excuse, Seojun glancing down at her hand moving from his grasp as she sat up, legs swinging over the side of the bed.

"Hey - hey where are you going?" Seojun shot to his feet, hands appearing on the side of Miyeon's shoulders and pushing her back down. "You need to sleep - it's not fully ouy of your system yet."

"I get that you care about me.. but I really need to find my notebook." Miyeon took Seojun's hands and lifted them off of her, standing up. But the Han boy refused to let go of her. "Seojun please.. I just need to find my notebook and maybe text the girls that everything is fine.. you should do the same for the boys. Reassure them that you haven't injured yourself on your way to practse."

"Sit back down. I'll go get your notebook, I think I saw it in the kitchen." It wasn't too suprising that Seojun was stronger than Miyeon, and in no time at all he had quite literally swept her off of her feet and placed her back down in bed. "You need to sleep." It was a combination of advise and a command, the Han boy watching as she tried to stifle a yawn.

"Don't go." Miyeon's cheeks flushed pink as she realised exactly what she said. "I mean.. well no I meant that, just don't go.. I was wondering if you could go through my songs.. maybe pick out a few favourites?"

"You're really smooth, you know that?" Seojun was teasing, making his way over to the door. "But I'll stay, pick out my favourites."

And he did just that, returning back up to the room within seconds, battered and clearly used notebook in his hands. Miyeon had made space for him on the bed, curled up with her back on the wall, empty space behind her.

A smile appeared on his face and he sat down beside her, beginning to flick through the pages and reading over the lyrics both he, Miyeon and Seyeon had worked on over the years, actions lit by the dim lamp beside him.

And on the other side, Hwang Miyeon slept soundly.