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[ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears.
“jiwon?” he has to check his phone to ensure it was her who called him again. when he confirms, he’s still just as confused. she always seemed like one of those people who never cried, so to hear her in tears on the other end... his heart physically aches. his instinct is to ask if everything’s okay, but the answer seems obvious. “um, is it okay if i come over?” he asks instead, his tone soft. before she can answer, he’s already attempting to get ready, planning on going to her.
“where are you?” he asks for clarification, “and what can i bring?” because sometimes cheer up tools are the most essential part of the process, and he’s willing to find and provide her with literally anything she could think to mention. despite how desperate to help seojun felt whenever any of his friends were upset, he wasn’t always the best at making things better. sometimes him caring too much was the opposite of what people needed, and he could be just oblivious enough to that.













