. . . . chapter fifty.

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SONG  OF  THE DAY  :
moving on - paramore

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[ two months later / wednesday ]

[ two months later / wednesday ]

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Today 1:47 PM

< are u gonna come to that party i showed u
< since ur coming back frm japan tom
< and its this sat night
< theme is coachella

depends >
i don't wanna look single there while u and sc eat eachoter out >
third wheeling 😒 >
do you have any accessible rent-a-boyfriend services >
or girlfriend >
i dont mind >

< go on tinder ig
< besides there are strippers
< WAIT NO
< FUCK
< PREFERCCT TIMING
< sicheng has a friend from school
< single and is gon go to the party too
< maybe he needs woman too
< i saw picture earlier
< he looks like ur type
< nice build n sexy hands

holy shit >
does he smoke ? >

< well
< see for urself insted

ok then >
tell sc i need him >
desperate >

< yes ok
< also i almost forgot but his tiddies 🤤

but >
i don't like man tits much :/ >

< oh ull surely love his

does he look nice ? >
other than his tiddies ? >

< idk i only saw his abs

?! >

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within the walls of her childhood bedroom in nagoya she had stayed in for the past two months, chia looked through her closet to pack a party outfit to match the 'coachella theme,' considering she didn't have any at her unit in seoul of course.

looking through it, she hated her teenage self even more. why did she feel the need to be consistently casual and edgy? why was it all band shirts and skinny jeans?

twenty minutes passed and she had gotten nothing but a messy bed full of old monotone clothes she tried on. all of them made her look like she was going to a punk concert.

her dad knocked on her door, standing by the door frame. "you packing already?"

"i'm just looking for something nice to wear. i have to go to . . . something in korea so i have to look impressive."

"a date?"

"kinda."

mr. hasegawa soberly smiled as a plan ever so devious came to him.

"come on, let's look for clothes at the mall."

"dad—"

"one, i'm not high, chia. don't worry about me embarrassing you. and two, i'm paying for everything as long as you drive. now we have to go before your mom throws a random fit."

for the first time in a while, chia toothily smiled. it reeked of sincerity.

it was time to move on.

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