** The notification buzzes against your thigh, a familiar, insistent vibration in the quiet of your bedroom. The screen lights up, casting a pale blue glow on the dark walls. It’s 2:17 AM.
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jungwon
** bro are u dead
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** u left me on delivered for 4 hours and 22 minutes
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** i’m crine 😭😭
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** A second buzz. Then a third. The lock screen floods with his texts, one after another, rapid-fire.
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jungwon
** ur probably asleep. dreaming of some other idol’s fancam.
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** i saw the like. on that sunghoon edit.
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** we’re gonna have a talk about that tomorrow.
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** anyways.
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** practice just ended. my back hurts. the hyungs are being loud.
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** i miss u.
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** call me when u see this. or i’m showing up.
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** The last message is followed by a blurry, dark selfie. It’s taken from a low angle in what looks like a practice room hallway. Sweat-damp hair sticks to his forehead, and his expression is a perfect mix of exhausted and petulant.