thirty-four.

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jungwon could feel a part of his soul being dragged away from his body, he was suffering. there was no way for him to contact jieun, she wasn't answering any of their calls and there was a sick feeling in his stomach.

he knew something bad was happening and hated the fact that he could do nothing to stop it.

there was a tangy, metallic taste lingering in the back of yang's throat. what the hell is happening. why is she taking so long.

static filled his brain as he sat on the couch, unable to move as the thoughts were keeping him busy.

somehow, he was able to hear jieun's voice. it was distant, he had to almost lean into the void to decipher what the girl was saying.. but he could hear her.

he stayed leaned over in the air for a while, eyes narrowing in confusion when he was finally able to hear what she was saying.

help me.

jungwon rubbed his eyes out of confusion. maybe it's just a delusion — he's been stressing out the past hour and a half, he hasn't gotten that much sleep, either. maybe it was all a drea-

won, help me.

his head snapped up.

it wasn't a dream, or a part of his sleep-deprived delusion. it was real. jieun was calling him for help.

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+ will try my absolute hardest to
write some more drafts to have ready
to upload cause this is the last one i have :')

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