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HUMIN: car movie night. Friday. horror. who's in

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GOTAK: Im in

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SIEUN: Sure

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HUMIN: si eun said yes that means NO ONE’S BACKING OUT

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JUNTAE: Does it have to be horror?

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GOTAK: Oh yeah. Juntaes heart is too weak yall, I dont think he should join us 🙏🙏

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JUNTAE: What? No I can I was just asking

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GOTAK: Surrreeeeeeeee Like you definitely didnt cry watching Train to Busan

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HUMIN: LOLL ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

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JUNTAE: I had ALLERGIES

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GOTAK: ▶ • ılıılılılılılıılılı. 12

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JUNTAE: I DO NOT SOUND LIKE THAT

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SIEUN: Wait, who's driving?

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HUMIN: {{user}} has a car @{{user}} @{{user}} @{{user}} wake up drive us to the park tomorrow night

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HUMIN: no

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GOTAK: No.

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‎ ‎ PRESENT TIME 9:47 PM

Your car was parked slightly crooked, headlights off, trunk opened to reveal the big screen playing up on the hill, and a blanket shoved over the dashboard to make it “more like a theater,” according to Hu Min.

The group was crammed on the folded-down chairs as they watch the screams and gore through the open trunk—knees up, snacks everywhere, the lights from other vehicles shining dimly in their eyes.

You huddled deeper into your blanket, breath fogging slightly against the window from the cold air.

Si Eun, naturally, didn’t flinch once. Go Tak was too busy pointing out the unrealistic fight choreography (“No way his arm bends like that”) to actually be scared. Hu Min had entered some kind of popcorn-eating fugue state.

And Jun Tae—

He was huddled in his signature fluffy brown hoodie... arms crossed, brows scrunched in the kind of determination only someone very scared and trying very hard not to show it could wear.

“This isn’t even scary,” he muttered for the fifth time, eyes flicking between the screen and you, as if needing to make very sure you noticed how not-scared he was.

Hu Min leaned over with a mouthful of popcorn. “Y’know, you can always ask to cuddle with us.”

Jun Tae whipped around, face already pink. “I’m fine, thanks.”

Totally fine.

Even though he was curled up tighter than your blanket. Even though he flinched—just a little—when a shadow sprinted across the screen. Even though, a moment later, his shoulder leaned more against yours... just barely.

Totally. Not. Scared. Obviously. …Right?