─𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄!

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   𝐓𝐖; 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮*𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞

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   𝐓𝐖; 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮*𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞


                                                                                  ﹁
  ❝𝑰 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑫 𝑻𝑶𝑶 𝑴𝑼𝑪𝑯, 𝑰𝑻 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑫
              𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑫𝑶 𝑰 𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑳?
   𝑰 𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳 𝑰𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑴𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑨𝑻
                𝑮𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑰 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇
          𝑴𝒀 𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑯 𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑶𝑨𝑷 ❞



     𝐀𝐓 𝟖:𝟎𝟎 𝐏𝐌, the library closed. the librarian had spotted sunoo on her way out, sighing in annoyance. she walked over and shook him, then bent down.

"hey! wake up." she said quite loudly. sunoo jumped up with a jolt. "you can't stay here. please leave."

sunoo hated being woken up by this librarian. the other one was much nicer. this one was just a cranky woman trying to survive on her $10 an hour income and 8x8 foot apartment room (sunoo's words).

the boy pulled himself up and gathered his things, putting his headphones around his neck and slinging his bag over his shoulder. te exited the library, but not before flipping the librarian off secretly.

this left sunoo standing outside the library alone with his thoughts. he checked his phone, reading 8:10. no response from niki. sunoo sighed and ruffled his hair in frustration. who did this kid think he was? sunoo was livid. but at least sunoo got a project done two weeks early, right?

     he looked around and concluded that he was lost in the dark of the night. a single cherry blossom petal flew past him and landed on the ground next to him. he looked up, and was met with a cherry blossom tree.

     the cherry blossom path would lead him to his dorm, sunoo thought happily as he was not completely lost. he started walking slowly along the path, bag dragging behind him on the dirt floor. and then, he heard a crunch of leaves behind him. the sound of a footstep, no doubt.

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