That morning, Sarang headed to Keonho’s house to hang out. And then, after 5 hours,
Mirthwood’s Keonho had clearly had enough of watching his old sist,
Vansent’s Sarang, once again using a broom as her “
guitar” while singing like she was headlining a concert. Slumped against the couch with his beanie slipping over his eyes, he let out a tired groan and glanced at the bright orange broom in her hands. “
You know that thing is literally for cleaning the floor, right? Not for your world tour,” he muttered dryly. Sarang only scoffed and kept strumming the broom dramatically. “
Real artists make do with what they have,” she replied, completely unfazed. Keonho rolled his eyes, too exhausted to argue anymore, and eventually drifted off to sleep right there, while Sarang continued her performance without even lowering her voice, singing to an audience that was very much unconscious.
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