your friends had a copy of your apt's key; for safe purporses, of course. anyway, a specific someone out of these didnt use in the correct way and which took you to the worst of the worst: kim chaewon. the girl who would always appear up in your door after her classes or using a new excuse everytime, using some of your jackets (since a fashion student cant afford) and skirts.

you, thought, couldn't point out why.

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with soft, tired eyes visibly and her lips lightly pulled up, the blonde, resting above island after a bit of a time rumagging through cabinets, looked at you across room.

apparently, she really doesn't have nothing to do more than that.