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BANGING HER hand on the nightstand, Y/n grabbed her phone, interrupting the nerve-wracking sound of her alarm (which she had snoozed three times in a row) and threw the phone on the other side of the bed, beginning to wonder if her education was really worth it.
"Y/n, what was that noise?" Jake opened the door of her room as he rubbed his eyes, still drowsy. "nothing" She mumbled as tempting thoughts of staying in bed crossed her mind.
But on the bright side, it was friday, doesn't everybody love Fridays? Her day is going to get ruined in a very near future, but we're not going to tell her that just yet.
But Y/n still managed to drag herself out of the bed, straight to the bathroom before the amazing idea of checking her phone even passed through her head, we all know how that ends— you'll end up being late. And if there was a thing that Y/n hated was being late.
Actually Y/n hates a lot of things— bugs, liars, getting bossed around, warm pickles, the beach, Sunghoon, being wrong, and the list goes on and on.
. . .yeah I know what you're rightfully thinking about, but trust me, I'll explain soon, or maybe Y/n will just be patient.
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