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𝙍 𝙊 𝙈 𝘼 𝙉 𝘾 𝙄 𝙉 𝙂

! chapter eighty-seven ─── ʚĭɞ

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Miyeon was back at her apartment within an hour of leaving it, explaining to her father and Miss Bae that they had managed to find someone else - but she was going to be called if another job came up.

And with her return, Miyeon returned to helping with the moving in, and when the afternoon turned into evening, she stood by her front door, boxes covering the background behind her. "Thank you so much for all of your help." Miyeon smiled, the action directed towards Miss Bae.

"No problem, Miss Hwang." The woman replied. "It was my honour to help you and your father this evening - and you must send my photos when you've finished unpacking, for what I can see from your furniture alone, it's going to look incredible."

"Yes, thank you Miss Bae." Sangwon turned to the woman, Miyeon having promised to do so. "Would you mind giving me and my daughter a moment alone?" Miss Bae nodded, heading down the corridor after exchanging her goodbyes.

"Miyeon, I hope you know this isn't simply for me to get back into your life. I truly hope that you are going to be happy here, I am happy to help you in anyway that you need." Sangwon told the girl standing in the doorway. "And I think you should continue to follow your dream to be an idol."

"Thank you dad, for everything." Miyeon smiled, stifling a yawn. "I'll schedule our dinner as promised with Dahee. But now.. I think I'll start getting ready for bed."

"Good idea. Good night, Miyeon." Sangwon waved at his daughter before following after Miss Bae, who had been waiting for him in the elevator.

With her father gone, Miyeon pushed the door closed and got to work unpacking her other stuff. All her furniture had been brought in and put together, now was just the matter of making it a home, rather than just a shell of one.

So, for a couple of hours Miyeon was busy, beginning with her bedroom. She unpacked all of her clothes and hung them up in the wardrobe and the rail in the corner of the room. Makeup was organised, bed sheet put on and tucked in, lamps placed on bedside tables and rugs laid down.

Then, she moved down the stairs to her kitchen, unpacking the long-lasting food that her father had decided it was essential for her cupboards as well as the groceries that Eunjoo had dropped off. And just as she was placing the various silverware in the drawer and plates and glasses in the cupboard, somewhere in the apartment her phone rang.

Humming to herself, she rushing past the counter and to the living room, pushing aside some boxes and finally dragging her phone at of the mess. "Hey Seojun, how was your photoshoot with Im Ju? Did it go well?" Miyeon had busied herself and dispelled any ill thoughts, her voice coming out far too airy - but she didn't notice.

"It went well eventually." Seojun replied, sounding as if he was walking along somewhere rather quickly. "She managed to loosen up a bit and it was quite fun. Then we went out for food and all I heard was her talking about Suho."

"Ah, poor you." Miyeon didn't sound sympathetic at all, having returned to her kitchen and was cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder using the counter to steady herself as she went up on her tiptoes to put some glasses on the top shelf of the cupboard.

"Do you happen to have any milk?" Seojun cleared his throat, and Miyeon almost dropped the glass at his strange request.

"Possibly, why?" She asked, placing the glass down and walking over to her fridge. "I believe I do.. I have some oat milk as well if my stomach goes funny again. Eunjoo got it for me, she's such a-"

A knock on her door cut her off, and Miyeon paused, still holding the phone as she moved over to the door, peering through the small peephole and pulling it open. "Why on earth are you here? You could've gone to the store?" Miyeon watched as Seojun offered a weak smile. "Come in then." She moved out of the way, eyes wide as she watched him rush past her, and seeing as he had been there when she first saw it he clearly knew where to go as he pushed the door into the small downstairs bathroom open.

The sounds of retching could be heard and Miyeon winced, hanging up the call as she walked back through the kitchen, taking the glass on the counter and filling it with some of the filtered water from the fridge.

When she heard the toilet flush, she entered the bathroom, crinkling her nose at the acrid smell but not saying anything. Seojun had settled on the floor beside the toilet, tears forced out of the corner of his eyes and breathing rather deeply.

"Here." Miyeon held out the glass, letting him take it and gulp it down, trying to clear his mouth.

"We went out to eat." Seojun eventually said. "And she was talking so much about Suho that I got bored and ate too much spicy food." The Hwang girl couldn't help but let a fond smile bloom on her face as she remembered her friend's intolerance for spice.

"Poor you." She repeated her previous words, but this time it was filled with solace as she reached onto the counter and pulling down the box of tissues, taking one and dabbing at the corner of his eyes. "You all good, need to throw up anymore?"

"You're not making fun of me, are you?" Seojun blinked his eyes open, staring at her for a moment seeming somewhat shocked to see her looking completely serious. "Nah - I'm good." He shrugged. "Really." He insisted, seeing her expression.

"So why don't you show me this apartment of yours?"

❛ AUTHORS NOTE ━━ besties why are you all hating on jugyeong bc she literally hadn't done anything wrong lol i'm following the plot and like she is miyeon's best friend for a reason also i get you not liking her in the show and everything else but i just don't see how ppl can dislike her in the last chapter for something that isn't really her fault??? she was pulled into the photoshoot by the photographer