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in the quiet 𝑑awn, 𝓼𝖺͟𝗍͟𝗂͟𝗌͟𝖿͟𝖺͟𝖼͟𝗍͟𝗂͟𝗈͟𝗇 gleams── a sacred 𝘀𝘆𝗺𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝓮tched in the sinew of 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈. ⊹ 🩰 ꯭᯽ ˚ ➤ ﹒﹒﹒ KWON⠀SEONHEE── 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪. ⠀ dance team captain ╱ business major.
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she nods as he speaks、assuming as such. shifting her position on the mattress── knees to her chest、allowing him more space if he wanted.
〝 do you want to talk about it ﹖〞 she questions gently、voice nearly a whisper as if ☞
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he watches silently as she stirs and
eventually fully awakens from her
slumber. a pang of guilt shoots into
his gut, and he’s almost half tempted
to just tell her it was nothing and allow
her to go back to sleep. but he knew
she was more ++
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speaking to a scared、skittish animal moments away from bolting.
it’s funny、she thinks to herself、how usually during the day they can’t stand each other── but in these little moments before the sun has fully risen and the quietness ☞
out of her mouth is── 〝 we’ve got to stop meeting like this.〞voice … naturally hoarse and riddled with sleep.
poor attempt at humor── but she didn’t know if he would accept comfort if she had offered it、anyway.
better safe than sorry.
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being a light sleeper is almost a requirement in their line of work、 so the second she feels even the most minuscule dip in her bed she’s rousing from her sleep.
albeit── she is a bit rusty、so it takes her one more second than ☞
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usual to get her bearings.
rubbing her eyes、sitting up slowly. she’s only── … mildly surprised at his presence、 and she’s not sure if that’s a good or bad thing yet.
a million things running though her mind、and yet the first thing ☞