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𝙍 𝙊 𝙈 𝘼 𝙉 𝘾 𝙄 𝙉 𝙂

! chapter eighty-eight ─── ʚĭɞ

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Having pulled Seojun up off of the floor, Miyeon led them through to the main living area, pulling one of the least heavy boxes that had been sat on her couch (which was made of a wonderful sage velvet) for a number of hours, waiting to be unpacked as she pushed her way through the other areas of her studio apartment.

"It looks good." Seojun said, his eyes grazing over the mostly unpacked kitchen area, then around at the other cardboard boxes. "Well as good as an apartment can look whilst half of it is still in boxes."

"I'm going to be busy tomorrow." Miyeon crossed her arms over her stomach, surveying what she still had to do, in her hand was the glass that had once been filled with water for Seojun. "Do you want anything else? Another glass of water, or something to eat considering you puked your guts out in my downstairs toilet."

"I'm fine for now, thanks." The Han boy looked somewhat amused as he watched her walk over to the kitchen, washing the glass in the sink. "You look grown up." He commented.

"Really? And I didn't before?" The girl's voice carried over the counter to where he was sat, returning to that airy quality she had answered the phone with. Seojun stared for a moment, before deciding that it was most likely her being tired.

"Well you did.. but this is different." Seojun replied as she walked back through from the kitchen, pulling another box off of the sofa and sitting down beside him, folding her legs beneath her.

"You look like you're about to boil in that stupid jacket," Miyeon tilted her head and held out her hand. "Come on, give it up for just whilst you're here. Miss Bae got a coat stand especially."

Rather reluctantly, Seojun shrugged off his leather jacket, deciding not to comment on how her words had just proved his point about her being more grown up and just giving it to her. "I should help you with some of these boxes." He called after her, eyes drifting over to the coffee table on which even more boxes were placed. "Are you planning on finishing it tomorrow or.."

He trailed off, eyes having landed on the top of one of the open boxes. Right at the very top was a rather battered looking notebook, and despite half the covering being about to fall off and the names that once adorned the box on the front being scribbled off in harsh pencil, it was distinguishable and he recognised it instantly.

"I'm planning on finishing it tonight." Miyeon returned to the living room, expression softening as she saw what he was looking at. "You can read it, I suppose. There hasn't been much added in since you last saw it."

Seojun barely even hesistated as he considered it for the slightest of moments, reaching out and carefully extracting the book out of the box, pushing open the pages and gently flicking through them, gaze trembling over the familiar scrawl that belonged to Seyeon when he was busy. He flicked past the pages of song lyrics, reading the pages of musical notation that he had helped write out to acompany the pairs' lyrics, gaze drifting over the pages that held quick conversations when they were in class, or sat together during their weekly evaluations.

"My dad decided to turn my spare room into a studio." Miyeon said absentmindedly, knowing what reading it must be like for him - seeing as she had gone through something similar when she looked through it for the first time since she had left Seoul. "When I came back from the photoshoot-that-never-was, he had gotten some special people in to put those foam insulation things on the walls."

"A studio?" Seojun repeated. He seemed to be doing a lot these days.

"Yeah.. it was nice of him I think. I'll have to go shopping to get other bits in there.. I need a chair and more notebooks and stuff." Miyeon shrugged. "He is actually trying, it's quite nice."

"Just be sure he doesn't take advantage of your ability to forgive people so easily. I still don't know how you can sit here with me after I was so awful to you." Seojun mumbled, something clearly having stirred up within him as he read the words within the pages, turning yet another and pausing, eyes glazing over the conversation that had taken place.

"The bit at the bottom was added a few days later." Miyeon mused, her fingers drifting over Seojun's as she gently pulled the book away from him, head tilted towards the written conversation. "I complimented his lyrics and he complimented me - it's silly how oblivious I was."

"It was about you? I didn't know it was about you." Seojun murmured. "His song, the one that he loved so much, was about you."

Miyeon nodded, clearing her throat and sniffing slightly, eyes brimming with tears and she wiped them away hurriedly.

"Do you.. regret turning him down?" Seojun asked, almost regretting his question when he saw her expression, but didn't say anything more.

"I can never regret that decision. It wouldn't have been fair for him to believe that I loved him in the same way he loved me. It wouldn't have been fair for me to accept that either. And he was debuting as well.. which would never work. So I did the best thing I could which made sure we remained friends; I turned him down and we remained friends." She explained, her reasons clearly thought-through and somewhat methodical.

Minutes of silence followed, the two best friends not saying anything as they stared down at the familiar writing on the note. It had been another one of the fours' 'things', writing pages upon pages of conversation as they passed notes in class, discussing almost everything and anything. This particular one having taken place in their history classes the April before his suicide, when the rumours didn't exist and everyone was happy and content, a year and a half between then and now.

"Oh god." Seojun breathed out, voice heavy as Miyeon glanced over, watching as the boy titled his head back, blinking several times. "I miss him. I miss him so much."

"I miss him too." Miyeon murmured, finally allowing herself that liberty of expressing that, the words that had plagued her about being the cause of his death fizzling into nothing when she saw the state of the Han boy.

He had been all alone as he grieved, not knowing where to put that anger he felt anywhere other than his remaining two friends and one of their father's. She hadn't been there to comfort him, and whilst he didn't want it then, he most likely did now.

And just like he had done for her on the stage, Miyeon moved forward and placed her hands on his cheeks, gaze trembling slightly with her own emotions as she used her thumbs to wipe away the tears.

Now that they were friends, they could miss Seyeon together. And celebrate the incredible person who he truly was, no matter what the public believed, when they could.

It was moments like those that Miyeon just completely forgot her feelings, and even though they involved quiet a lot of problems, she would feel truly at peace with herself with them.

Before breaking the trance and returning to the tornado of emotion and unrequited love.

❛ AUTHORS NOTE ━━ i am putting a lot more of miyeon's life away from the plot of the episodes during this second act, due to the fact that i know have the ability to because of her and seojun being friends again. i really hope that people dont mind this <3

also if people can't read the writing i can put a comment beside each of them if that helps! the tiny comments aren't necessary to the main convo that happened on that note, they're just little snippets of their characters !!

oh and if you're confused, the letters at the end of each paragraph are those writing it, and just for clarification i put their names in their fonts up at the top!