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three o’clock, witching hour. krystal jung is lone in her own tribulations, textbooks laid out and pencil in hand, mind set on going through the extra practice sheets she had asked for in preparation for the exams. notably, it’s a trivial act, because the nights spent prior, hours upon hours, had long prepared her for all this—but she needed a distraction at three in the morning when sleep manages to elude her once again, and a refresher is never a bad thing.
but being prepared academically hardly ever transfers over to real life.
krystal in this and only in this, is unprepared for surprises, life’s twists and turns—for a chidhood game to be dropped out of the blue and completely tear apart her study plans, for jung jaeyoung, and even now, this, for, what was this even?
the knocking that came from her window wasn’t new to keen ears—a sad and misfortunate fact that krystal has had one too many guys crawl through the window and into her dorm—but the baek ho member is perplexed by it than anything, rolling her chair over as carefully curious eyes survey the window to find—and this, for one, is a real surprise—lee jihoon.
of all fucking people.
to her credit, she doesn’t move past the arch of her brow, head tilting slightly as she takes in the state of the cheong ryong boy. dilated pupils, red rimmed eyes, ruffled hair, lee jihoon isn’t fucking drunk is he? well, fair enough if he was—krystal knew well enough the pressure that comes with exams than anything—but why was he here?
a question krystal wholly intends on asking, though unfortunately for him, she had no interest in opening up the window for him; settling instead for making eye contact and mouthing the words through glass, expression slightly perturbed.
why are you here?