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O5 ₊ a god's favourite

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-ayy i'm excited !

it was the next morning, she heard the piercing sound of the doorbells, interrupting her deep slumber. she did try to ignore but it kept on ringing.

"who the f-"

"open up miss!" a man voice ..? she then ignored the yell and went to wash up. once she finished, she thought the person who was knocking on her door like crazy will finally give up and go away–

but her thought was wrong ...

she opened her front door only to be met with a man in a white shirt looking down at her. "miss, your father told me to make sure you do your packing."

it was the security guard. "and you are not allowed to get out from this neighbourhood except when he comes to pick you up. this is the order i received from mr. kim." he continued again.

"shut the f— go away." she slammed the door on his face.

idiot old man. it wasn't like the man he called 'father' couldn't text her, but he could. what's the use of technologies then ...

sora? the girl really had no plan on obeying the order she was given. but still, she will be picked up anyway so she thought it was better to finish her packing before leaving.

no, she wasn't preparing to live with the unknown man who works as a discipline teacher or whatever but she was preparing to escape from the hellhole she will be in.

she then went to complete the packing. clothes were shoved inside her backpack, the necessities were hidden under the now wrinkled clothes and a pocket knife.

yeah, that is the weapon she planned to bring last night. wait, what time was it again?

damn, it was seven fifty in the morning.

sleepiness started to hit her and she slept on the couch, it was still early anyway. the house was enveloped in silence. her backpack was settled in front of her front door.

she packed a small number of clothes, intending not to stay with the man longer.

moments passed and passed and finally, the doorbell rang.

she woke up almost immediately and eyed the clock on the white wall. it was 8:03 already. three minutes late.

she stayed frozen on her couch, gawking at the door as if she could see the person that had been ringing her door for times now.

sudden anxiety.

pictures played on her mind. it must be the so-called 'teacher'.

she assumed that he must be a man in his late forties, a brown flat cap on his head with some grey hairs stood out and a frown plastered on his face. and a nurse's welcome smile, that will be a must.

the doorbell still ringing and it became excruciating to her ears. she sighed heavily and finally went to open the door with an irked expression printed on her face.

but soon her expression dropped when she finally caught the sight in front of her eyes. it seemed like her assumptions were wrong.

very very very wrong.

the man in front of her was nowhere near what she had described earlier.

she wasn't sure if the man in front of her is real. there was no way he could be real.

he's tall TALL. she planned to look down at the man that will be revealed in front of her but she found herself looking up.

with the dark chestnut hair and the perfect length of bangs falling on his sculptured feature, those intimidating eyes with the captivating dark orbs and the double slitted eyebrow.