jisungabss yes
doyoungiebabes one week until tickets release!
jaehyunniesuwu I snagged my brother’s laptop, and Mom and Dad are prepped to go.
morkielees Damn, Ma.
morkielees If you don’t get tickets, don’t sweat it—I’ll get you one.
jisungabss He literally can—
doyoungiebabes You got money?
morkielees Yep.
doyoungiebabes Alright, Chae, you're keeping him.
morkielees Haha.
jaehyunniesuwu Yes, sir.
morkielees Gotta run—dance practice calls.
jaehyunniesuwu My husband dances? Omg.
morkielees Sir, I’m whatever a dream boy looks like.
doyoungiebabes I—
jisungabss Guess what? I dance too, you know.
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jisungabss Cool kid things.
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jaehyunniesuwu
morkielees I’ll text you later ????
jaehyunniesuwu ????
[Chaesoo]
Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat. Nayeon calmed her, patting her back. “You need to breathe,” she said, humming a Taylor Swift melody.
“But can you believe this guy? He won’t even show his face,” Chaesoo blurted, pouting.
“What if he’s an old man? You never know—catfishing is real,” Nayeon said, examining her nails.
Chaesoo scrolled through his profile. His bio read, “No, I do not stan my own group.”
She was baffled. He wasn’t even *in* a group. “Maybe it’s a typo?” she suggested.
Nayeon sat across from her on the couch, sipping chocolate milk. Her phone buzzed, and she angled it towards the light to activate the screen. A small smile touched her lips as she resumed drinking.
“What’s that face?” Chaesoo asked, crossing her arms.
Nayeon scoffed and glanced away. “Nothing. Coupon deal.”
“Did this coupon deal suddenly confess its love for you? Is it Minho?” Chaesoo asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Shut up, Chae. You're practically dating a forty-year-old man,” Nayeon snapped, narrowing her eyes.