When Jinri finally talks herself to sleep, it is 4am in the morning. “I hate boys,” she mutters to herself, indirectly blaming them for her lack of sleep. She rubs her eyes and collapses into her bed comforter. Her phone buzzes next to her pillow.

“Hello?” she yawns, reaching over to turn off her bedside lamp.

“Hey, Soojung.” And it’s Jongin, his voice deep and tired. In her sleepless delirium, she can imagine him with bloodshot eyes, cheek pressed against his physics textbook.

“‘sup,” she says grudgingly.

“Why are you still up?” he asks from the other end.

“I could ask the same to you. What are you doing still up at the crack of dawn? Getting high or something?”

He laughs. “As if. Well, I’ve just been thinking - I mean, nevermind.”

“What?” she says, her voice a bit softer now, as to not wake up Jinri.

He inhales deeply. “We should sleep now, I guess.”

“I was about to, until you decided to interrupt, thank you very much.”

A pause. “You can’t blame me if…” he cuts off. “Good night, Soojung. See you tomorrow during chem, I guess.”

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