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《 ※ 》 A LARGE HAND REACHES up to cover widely parted lips as he yawns. Once eyes flicker open, they’re clouded over by a small layer of water. God he felt tired. The nights up had finally gotten to him and sleep deprivation became more evident in the way he’s slumped over, the way his hand moves from his mouth to cover a good portion of his face. If he could, he’d probably fall asleep here, but decides that sleeping at a coffee shop was the last thing he’d want to do, at least, for now away. Home wasn’t too far off and if anything he could always opt out for staying at friend’s place instead. With all thoughts honing in on the idea of sleep, Sangcheol nearly forgets that he’s here with someone else. So when there’s a hint of movement from the corner of his peripherals, he peers up, hand slowly dropping from his face to gaze at hers. She looked about as tired as he did.
❝ You look terrible. Have you not been gettin` any sleep ? ❞ Though he’s one to talk.
