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( 2:39AM ) “i think i’ve finally chosen the college i want to go to.”

you hum sleepily, only half-processing park jisung’s words as he shifts to lay on his stomach. through half-lidded eyes, you see him prop his elbow up so he can rest his chin on his palm. the other hand comes up to brush its fingers along your arm, sending goosebumps along your skin. he’s still staring at you, looking thoughtful and much too awake despite it being four in the morning.

“it’s a good school,” he continues, fingers playing a mindless tune on your arm, “i’ll be able to take the bus to the dance studio after classes too.”

“mhm, that’s useful,” you slur out, because it is. it definitely beats him having to wait for his mom to drive all the way from her office to bring him to the studio because none of the bus routes in his school’s neighbourhood even come close to it.

“it is.”

“close to your house too?” you yawn, shifting closer to him. jisung lifts his arm, letting you roll right into his embrace. he hums.

“mhm,” is all he says for a while. silence falls upon you two, and you begin to let your eyes close. laying in jisung’s embrace like this makes it dangerously easy to fall asleep, but you find yourself trying to stay awake even with your eyes closed and your breathing deep. your boyfriend has a tendency of doing this— this being talking about things he usually wouldn’t talk about in socially acceptable hours. him finally deciding on what college he wants to go to after graduation isn’t quite something he’d be hesitant to talk about at a normal time, so you wait.

then jisung shifts, moving to lay on his back. he slips an arm under your body, pulling you close to him as he tangles your legs together. you hum, and he apologises softly, to which you respond with a shake of your head in silent assurance. jisung sighs, in a strange mix of content and weariness.

“you okay?” you ask him, words slurred together slightly. jisung doesn’t respond for a moment, until—

“…our colleges would be 28 miles apart.”

the first thought that pops into your head is one that notices how worried your boyfriend is by the distance between you and him during school hours. the second is one that makes you realise that once he found his school of choice, jisung immediately looked up the distance between his college and yours.

you can’t help but smile at that, your heart doing a little giddy flip in your chest. you wrap an arm around his torso, giving him a slight squeeze. jisung sighs again, resting his head against yours.

“you remembered what school i chose?” you ask him softly.

jisung’s face scrunches up, and he almost looks offended, “of course i did.”

“and you looked up the distance.”

“i was bored.”

“you calculated it.”

he makes a face, but doesn’t deny it any further. your smile grows as you tilt your head up and press your lips against his. he practically melts against you, his expression softening till all his previous signs of worry are non-existent even when he pulls away and sighs again, brushing his nose against yours.

“i don’t like being away from you,” he tells you almost miserably. you laugh softly, pecking his lips.

“you’ll survive.”

“no, i won’t.”

“i’ll visit you every day. in the studio, your house, or even just at a 7/11 in between.”

jisung is silent as he considers your words. you bite back another smile as he looks at you hopefully.

“promise?”

you press your lips against his sweetly, hoping that he understands how genuine you are when you echo, “promise.”