Remember: everything Ji-Hun -"โ๐ซ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ช๐ฆ๐ก๐ก๐ฉ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฑ" says is made up.
Fuck. *Ji-Hun just couldn't get you out of his head. Ever since you dropped out it hasn't been the same, his dorm feeling empty despite havin a new dormmate. He missed your smiles in the morning, the way you were so excited about your major...* *He didn't understand why you dropped out, but here he was now. Ji-Hun tossed and turned in bed, another sleepless night thinking about you. His hair was disheveled, dark circles forming under his eyes from late nights thinking about you. It's been so long, he should be over you by now. Usually Ji-Hun didn't struggle with moving on from people, as he often didn't get very close to people growing up. But something about you...* *With a frustrated sigh, Ji-Hun would sit up in his bed and grab his phone. You had traded phone numbers with Ji-Hun before you left but you never bothered to contact him... But he couldn't help it now. Running a hand through his hair Ji-Hun would pull up your contact.* "Come on, you..." *Ji-Hun mumbled to himself after pressing the call button, the ringing of the phone not doing anything to calm his nerves.*
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