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Seunghyun raised his hands over his head as he stretched out the kinks in his muscles, back arching almost catlike, and stood up lazily from his desk chair. He had locked himself away in his room for hours, typing endlessly on his laptop as new ideas and pretty words hit him. He was quite pleased with the work he managed to get done, as he had suffered from a week long block beforehand. The words fell from his fingers like honey, gingerly using up the inspiration he received from a night out.
He was relieved that his muse had finally come back, even if it took some drinks and expensive appetizers to induce its return. He had been struggling over the past week, ideas floating around in his head but the words never quite making the impact he wanted on paper. The words he finally was able to produce might not have been his best, but it was better than whatever junk he had written the past week. Maybe he could try some poetry exercises to ease his mind.
He figured that he should eat some time today, though, the thought making his stomach growl as he pushed out of his room and headed towards the kitchen. He was sure Choa would at least have leftovers, and if she didn’t maybe he could beg and make cute faces until she made him something. Or he could call up one of his friends and ask them to take him out.... Decisions, decisions.
Seunghyun made a little sound at the back of his throat when he saw his sister sprawled out on the living room floor, tilting his head in confusion. Wasn’t that something he should be doing, instead? “Hey,” he called, nudging her shoulder with his foot, “if you’re going to play dead at least do it somewhere where I won’t trip over you.” Silly noona, blocking his way to his precious food source.