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iseul felt like he was dying. it was too hot, way hotter than he thought it was going to be. it was still pretty early in the morning and he thought maybe popping the windows open would help to circulate the air a bit, get a breeze in, but he was so wrong.
instead he was left sweating and sitting on the floor of his new room regretting his life choices. he hadn’t really wanted to move out of the dorm, too comfortable in his routine. but at the same time he wanted his own space, his own independence without the members being underfoot. but he had miscalculated how much of a pain in the ass moving was going to be. what he thought would be a quick morning of packing up the ten boxes he had gotten in preparation for moving day had turning into a nightmare. he had definitely underestimated the amount of pure stuff he had accumulated over the years from living in the dorm; the four boxes dedicated to shoes alone can testify to that.
now that everything was finally brought up and in the right room, he didn’t want to unpack it. he wanted nothing more than to push everything into the corner and to take a nap for a few hours. but his mattress was still tucked against the wall and he had no idea which box held his bedding.
“you can do this iseul. the quicker you unpack, the quicker you can take a nap.” taking a deep breath, he pushes himself into a standing position. but instead of tackling the box next to him, iseul instead leans over the tiny tower, cellphone in hand and fingers already opening his favorite game. “maybe after a round or two.”