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[ ☻ ] my muse wakes up in your muse’s closet the night after a party.
as soon as seojun’s awake, he realizes how much his body aches. he whines in protest as he rubs the back of his neck, rolling his head as he tries to work out the discomfort he felt from sleeping... in a closet last night? he’s looking around now and it’s all beginning to click. he doesn’t remember how or why he ended up in a closet, but apparently that’s where his night had ended. he pushes at the door, squinting as the light begins to fill the small space. “ugh,” he shields his eyes, but it’s not much use.
“seungjae?” he questions after standing up, his eyes landing on his friend who was still sleeping. “seungjae,” he says, his voice louder and needier now. “i slept terribly last night,” he complains, already crawling into his bed without bothering to ask. “it’s your fault,” he adds in a mumble, huffing as he gets cozy under the covers. “much better,” he adds, lifting his head to look over at him again. “g’night, seungjae.” whatever little bit of sleep he was about to get would be entirely worth it.