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« ► » — SIX O’CLOCK in the morning, search the Seventeen dorm, and you’ll see young men asleep, mostly exhausted from their strenuous activity, except for the hushed bic- kering from the other side of the dorm.
❝ Yah, you took my toothpaste, didn’t you? Give it back, where is it? ❞
► Upon the appearance of the elder, he swiftly tucked the tube inside his back pocket, hands automatically raising in defense. Living with twelve other inmates men, running out of essentials was almost second nature. The situation was clearly inevitable and, at times, members would go out and purchase their own. Running late for their own schedule, the younger had no choice but to borrow some, though perhaps it seemed that wasn’t much of a good idea.
❝ I don’t have anything! Hyung, I swear! ❞
