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Hakyeon jolted awake sometime that evening, momentarily disoriented. He sits up and rubs his cheek, feeling crease marks from the pillow he’d shoved under his face… hours earlier? It certainly wasn’t dark out when he fell asleep, and there certainly hadn’t been anybody home. He yawns, reaching up to scratch at his scalp, and then had to physically stop himself lest he ruin his freshly dyed hair.

There’s footsteps coming down the hall, and when he looks up, he sees Hongbin weaving around discarded bags and laundry baskets over to him.

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