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For house-cleaning day, Dan-i decided she was going to finally tackle all the boxes in the attic.
“There’s nothing embarrassing I’m going to find up here, Cha Eun-ho?” she called down the stairs. “No terrible teenage poetry?”
“I don’t have anything to hide,” he yelled back up at her, and started the vacuum.
It wasn’t till the third box that she found anything surprising. A box of photocards, albums, and even a light stick. Several versions of Kim Jongin’s handsome face stared up at her. She rushed down the stairs, box in hand.
“You had an EXO-L phase,” she said, incredulous. “Why didn’t you ever tell me this?”
“You were busy at the time,” he said loftily. “I needed something to occupy my affections.”
“Are you still a fan? Did you learn any dances? Is Kai your bias?”
He grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”