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@❛ ✧ ❜ ┆j. daehyeon His lips curve into a more sarcastic smile, eyebrows wiggling to accentuate his next words. “Oh yes, you caught me.” He shakes his head and gestures with his hoodie covered hands to the left, starting to walk with the other beside him. “Agreed. It’s just around the corner, I’ve got the key code,” The fashion design student walks quickly. “Have you been up to much lately?”

@❛ ✧ ❜ ┆c. yeonjun Daehyeon shivers lightly feeling the cold air compared to his slightly warmer car. He chuckled lightly at the others comment and nodded, patting him lightly on the back before putting his hands in his own pockets. "You never know, maybe you would want to be caught." He continued before nudging his head lightly. "Let's get out of this cold though or I'm gonna be a popsicle before we get there."

@❛ ✧ ❜ ┆j. daehyeon Just as the breeze was picking up to be more gusty than he would prefer, the sound of tires crunching over cement becomes apparent. Yeonjun looks up in time to see his friend pulling up, sliding his phone into his pocket he waits for Daehyeon to start approaching, snorting as he pushes away from his bike. “Hardly. I know better than to leave a messy trail like public messages. Glad you could make it Dae.” He grins, slipping his hands into his hoodie pocket and bumping the other with his elbow.

@❛ ✧ ❜ ┆c. yeonjun After receiving the offer to meet up with his friend Daehyeon had gotten himself ready, it wasn't unusual for him to randomly go out so this wasn't anything new for him. As he drives his car to the school library, he can see his friends figure against a motorcycle. Pulling up next to him and parking his car, wearing black sweats and a hoodie, he gets out of the car, looking around the empty parking lot. "You didn't lure me here for you to be the murderer, did you?" he jokes.

@❛ ✧ ❜ ┆j. daehyeon Yeonjun leans against his motorcycle with a candy-cane stick perched between his lips, staring down at his phone as he waits. The parking lot was empty, which was expected at this time at night, the cold wintry breeze rustling through his bright orange hair. He was dressed pretty casually for the temperature, in some oversized jeans that pool over the tops of his sneakers, and an equally oversized hoodie that was pretty warm despite it's ratty look. His hands were red-tipped as he scrolls through his social media feed, waiting for his friend to arrive.