Chapter Eight

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~Some days like I'm barely breathing.
~After we were high and the love dope died, it was you

"Are you OK, Hwa?" San said walking into Seonghwa's office.

"NO! It's been days! DAYS! Since he last talked to me! I'm worried." Seonghwa said to San. "I need to go to his house," He said.

"But how? We don't know his location!" San pointed out.

"But when he met me, he mentioned a Wooyoung, he said he was 15 when they met, which means, he was born in 1999, because if he ran away 11 years ago when he was 16, if we subtract 2010, that was the year he ran away, from 2021, equals 11, 11 minus 2010 equals 1999. So now it shouldn't be hard to find a Wooyoung born in 1999 with a roommate, is it?" Seonghwa said.

"With the technology we have here, it really shouldn't. I'll get to it." San said leaving the room.

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"Seonghwa, we found it!!" San said barging into Seonghwa's office. "XXX-Road, apartment building 1117, apartment 2410." San said handing him a piece of paper with the information. "His name is Jung Wooyoung."

"Thank you, San!"

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Seonghwa arrived at Wooyoung's apartment, he ranged the doorbell, not once, not twice but THREE TIMES. And nothing of the younger open the door. But he came prepared, he did have a warranty to get into the apartment, so he just pricked to lock and got in.

To his surprise the apartment was incredibly organized. It was so organized that it was suspicious. Seonghwa cautiously walked around the living room, looking for anything that would lead him to where Hongjoong is.

"Ugh! This is too clean to be Hongjoong's," He said to himself.

He left the living room, going to the kitchen. Nothing in there, to the kitchen, to what he supposed was Hongjoong's room, nothing there too. Lastly, he went into the last bedroom. It was messy as hell, clothes all around the floor, the bed was a mess, papers thrown around the table in no particular order. He looked a bit more around, until he came across this yellow sticky note.

XXX-ROAD, NUMBER 1024

"That was easier than I expected," h e said to himself and left the apartment.

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And I update again...
Im waiting for the new imitation ep, I CANT WAITT ANYMORE im just too excited

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