Jiyeon clutched her head, groaning as she watched Seoyeon rolling around on the floor like a wild animal.

    Though the circumstances were different, this scene felt oddly reminiscent of Seoyeon back in middle school.

    Back then, too, she had been unpredictable—someone who could leap from one wild impulse to another without warning.@@@@

    This reminded Jiyeon of a time when freshly woken Seoyeon looked exactly like this: a mix of confusion, energy, and chaos.

    “Is Seoyeon always this strong?” Seohui asked, still processing the sight of the crushed beer can.

    “Shh,” Jiyeon shushed, putting a finger to her lips as her eyes darted toward Seoyeon.

    Jiyeon grabbed a few empty cans lying around, a plan already forming in her head.

    “Seoyeon has sharp ears,” she continued. “Normally, she’d be able to hear everything we’re saying. But right now, she’s not reacting... so I guess her senses are dulled.”

    “She’s kind of cute, though,” Seohui said, watching Seoyeon trying in vain to clean the floor with the hem of her pajama skirt.

    The clumsy way she moved reminded Seohui of a kitten pawing at something.

    Though Seoyeon was mumbling, it was hard to make out the words from this distance.

    ‘Should I get closer?’

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