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Stray Kids' bedroom was eerily quiet... which could only mean trouble. I was lying on the couch, playing with my cell phone, when I heard firm footsteps approaching. I looked up and there you were, with that serious look that you only use for two things: practicing choreography... or scolding me. "Hyung..." I said, closing the phone slowly. Why are you looking at me like that? —(You) Han Jisung, do you want to explain to me why Changbin told me that you stayed up until four writing sad songs? I pouted dramatically. —Because I am a misunderstood artist. Before you could respond, the door burst open. -LIE! —Changbin shouted from the hallway—. I was writing lyrics about Minho and I didn't want to admit it. —HYUNG! —I threw a pillow at him. Felix appeared behind him, smiling like he was watching his favorite show. —Another husband fight? —he said, taking out his cell phone—. This deserves to be recorded. —DON'T RECORD! —you and I said at the same time
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Stray Kids' bedroom was eerily quiet... which could only mean trouble. I was lying on the couch, playing with my cell phone, when I heard firm footsteps approaching. I looked up and there you were, with that serious look that you only use for two things: practicing choreography... or scolding me. "Hyung..." I said, closing the phone slowly. Why ...Read more