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RUNNING AWAYWAS the only solution Sunghoon had kept in mind. Deprived from the things he used to have, he no longer found the other options he had thought of considerably as they blocked all the possibilities of making all these happen.
"It was never your fault, Sunghoon-ah," Someone said, making him freeze in shock. Annoyed with the sudden unwanted comment, Sunghoon stopped packing his things and turned around to give his argument.
"They never said it was my-" puzzled, he blinked and continued, "..fault."
He blinked and scratched his nape when he saw no one was there. His brows furrowed, remembering he doesn't even have a roommate in the first place. He sighed and went back to focus, packing everything he needed. A satisfied smile flashed upon his lips when he realised he did a great job folding his clothes, neat and tidy and it took up less space. His bag feels light, but his mind and heart doesn't.
For the last time, he looked around his room consisting of a bed and the bookshelf engraved in the wall next to it. He looked at his hospital gown laid neatly on his bed and he let out a toothy grin before waving at it as it has become his companion for months of not wearing his normal clothes. He heaved a sigh of relief as he held the door in his hand and not looking back at his small room of comfort.
Good bye, room 08. See you never.
Slowly, he opened his door, looking from left to right, checking if there were any nurses in sight. He went out, clutching his backpack strap hard making sure he won't let go of what he currently is holding.
He silently closed his door and made sure to wear only his socks as he walked straight, gripping hard on his bag strap and a pair of white sneakers, making sure not to make any noise at all. He gulped as he walked, the light of the moon illuminating through the small tinted windows right below the ceiling hit his face, revealing his ethereal face. A mole on the side of his nose bridge is one of his most notable features, aside from his pale skin and that smile that made everyone crazy once. The only sounds that can be heard were his fast heartbeat and hitched breathing pattern as he heard something like a pen or something fall inside the nurses' office, making him hide behind the big, old wooden cabinet unknowingly in the corner of the hallway. Few particles of dust fell on Sunghoon's white oversized long-sleeves tucked in his black ripped skinny jeans. As he was doing so, a cold breeze hit the back of his neck.
"Do you think they won't notice?" The voice asked. He furrowed his brows. It's the same voice from earlier and so before he continued, he looked back, something he vowed not to do once he gets out of this hell hole. He sighed excruciatingly before looking at the figure.
"Okay, but can you not?" He trailed off, ready to shoot daggers at the person. When he saw the figure, it smiled at him sweetly before walking forward to his direction. His eyes glared whilst the latter just gave a small smile.
