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Movie Night || Jihye + Hyosung

A soft hum escapes Jihye's plush lips as she tugs on her favorite pair of sweatpants, rolling them at the ankle as usual to keep them from being too long. She grabs her pillow and blanket and smiles a little to herself, genuinely excited for this sleepover-like event. She leaves her apartment after sliding her feet into her slippers, padding down the hallway and into the night. A glance at her phone and at the address she was sent assures her that she's going the right way, but she can't help the nervousness that is squeezing at her stomach. 

When she arrives at her partner's house, she bites down on her lip timidly. She takes a deep breath before pressing the pad of her pointer finger to the button beside the door, ringing the doorbell. She waits patiently, hugging her pillow to her chest to try and calm herself.

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Celebration || Sehun and Jihye

Jihye slumps slightly in her seat as her professor calls the end of their last exam, her fingers and wrist aching, and her legs practically begging to be stretched. She lets a small smile pass over her features as she stands, thankful to be finished with exams, gathering up her books and pencils and stowing them in her bag, rubbing gently at her eye with her thin, elegant fingers.

She moves to leave the classroom, when she suddenly remembers her plans with a classmate. His name was Sehun and they had done a project or two together in one of their common classes. She was definitely intrigued by the male, and was really looking forward to spending some time out of school with him. Jihye walks down the corridor quietly, her mind still whirring from her final and toughest exam, but her excitement is building with every step she takes that carries her closer to their meeting spot, easily blocking out the buzz of her fellow students meandering in the hallway. What would they do? They hadn't really planned anything out; they had just agreed to go and do something to celebrate the finish of their terribly stressful exams. 

At the end of the corridor, she passes through the double doors, glancing around for the double-major. When she sees no sign of him, she gently takes a seat on one of the stone steps, half-way hidden by a some budding greenery. From there, she lets both her eyes and mind wander, people watching and thinking to herself as she waits for the boy to arrive, her chin cradled in her hand as she leans her elbow on her knees.