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by anon! hope u like it)

“Ugh.”

Your bandmate Jisung groans, plopping down onto the couch beside you. “I’m so done with this shit,” he mutters, picking at the chipped black nail polish. He had come to practice late for the third time this week and still had the audacity to complain.

You knew that if he kept it up you would have to kick him out of the group—and yet, you don’t have the heart to do so.