✓ SIX THIRTY ━ johnny suh

. . . . chapter forty-four.

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SONG OF THE DAY :

WFM - realestk

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chia practically ran home.

she disregarded comments about how 'down bad' she was running to a man and neglecting her shift for it. because, if anything, she wasn't just doing it to fuck around. she was dying from worry.

when she arrived, the door was slightly open.

"come on!"

a rather feminine voice talking to youngho (or so she assumed) echoed through her unit loudly enough for her to hear from outside. she peeped a little, seeing a hand caressing his cheek.

who is that?

"save this for another time, please. i'm not in the mo—"

fuck it, i'm going inside.

"youngho?" chia interfered.

her face dropped when, apart from seeing an unfamiliar attractive face in front of her partner, cigarettes held by them two stimulated her sight and smell.

she was taken aback. very taken aback. what was the appropriate reaction for that anyway? should she just walk away? should she yell?

chia could only freeze.

"ch— chia! haha! you're home early." his eyes went wide, crushing his barely consumed cigarette on the tray. when he thought nothing could trigger them to grow to their extents, the one he was talking to moved from where she was with no shame.

"oh that's she!"

the woman, having bleached blonde hair with tips rested on her shoulders covered by the long sleeves of a sparkly, figure-hugging dress, stood up and walked to her, the end of her nude stilettos creating a clacking sound. the aura she exuded matched her profession.

you could discern the shift in youngho's taste in women within mere months when they stood side by side.

"hi, i'm JANG SEOYEON."

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