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It starts like it always does — with a text.
It's 1:47 a.m. in L.A., which means it's 5:47 p.m. in Seoul. Y/n is curled up in bed, phone glow the only light in the room, a half-eaten container of takeout balanced on their knee. The dorm is quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside. Somewhere across the Pacific, Jungwon is sitting against the practice room mirror, waiting for the others to arrive.
u ever realize how weird it is that i'm like. eating dinner at the same time ur probably going to practice.
not weird. just annoying
for u or me
both. i'd rather eat dinner at the same time as you
ur just saying that bc u hate morning practice
no. i hate morning practice and time zones
bold of u to assume u could handle la traffic tho
i'd survive. u'd crash the first week
excuse me???
i've seen how u walk. u'd forget which side of the road is yours
ok but at least i don't get lost in subway stations
that was ONE TIME
A few minutes pass. The typing bubbles disappear, then reappear, then disappear again. Y/n takes another bite of cold noodles, waiting.
u have practice now?
yeah. just waiting for the others
tired?
a bit. but talking to you helps
...smooth
i'm serious
i know
He leaves the message on read for a few seconds. Then—
sends a voice note
The audio is only four seconds long. When Y/n plays it, there's the faint echo of the practice room, the sound of someone shifting against the floor. And then Jungwon's voice, low and a little tired, but soft at the edges.
voice note Sleep at some point, okay? Not just when your body gives up.