Caution ~Michaeng

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    Looking down at my watch it read 6:30pm speeding up my walk to find my car in the parking lot. My every day schedule consisted of university, ballet, and then the gym where I took lessons on how to fight.

The day of the funeral, Kai told me to take fighting classes because I have enemies among me. I didn't know what that meant but I wasn't going to find out either.

"Hey Mina! Welcome back" everyone greeted as I stepped into the gym. I waved to everyone on my way to my usual spot with my training coach. Tying my hair back and slipping the boxing gloves on I got into ready stance and started punching the bag.

Sweat dripping down my face and I checked the time again realizing I've been here longer than usual. I took the gloves off walking into the restrooms to rinse my face with water staring at myself in the mirror longer than expected. The same words that hunt me in my sleep ran through my mind again, "you have enemies among you"

Who could they be?

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   The morning I found myself at Starbucks grabbing some coffee before class. It wasn't apart of my routine but because I was running on 5 hours of sleep, why not?

"Mina" the worker called catching me off guard. I walked to the front throwing them a smile as I grabbed my drink. Right when I turned around and walked out the door a girl who was about a few inches shorter bumped into me spilling my coffee everywhere.

We both froze as I had cold coffee running down my arms, but I feel more bad for the girl who's art project was ruined.

"Oh my goodness I'm so sorry" she gasped covering her mouth.

"No you're okay I should be the one apologizing, your project is ruined along with your papers" guilt ran through me at the sight. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked her.

"Um..well not really" she nervously scratched her neck. "Its fine really"

"No please let me help you, I should've been more careful" I insisted. The blonde girl had smiled and handed me her coffee stained papers.

"Those are my research papers about the painting, can you retype everything and then bring them to me by 2pm tomorrow?" She asked. "Will do" I nodded.

"Here's my number. The names Chaeyoung by the way" she smiles and rushes off with her painting.