/ Run Away /- Jeongin

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"Shall I wear this?"

Ding

My phone rang from my bag. Chaeyoung had pulled me to a boutique of prom dresses to choose her ball gown for next week's ball.

Notifications
Unregistered number
What dress are you going to choose?

This person again

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One week ago

I got back home from the boy's house and went to the kitchen to soothe my dry throat. I received a message instantly so I click open the message.

________Unregistered number_______

Unregistered number
Having fun with your soulmate,
Song Seoyeon?

My heart skipped a beat. Who is this person? How do they know about me? I immediately respond.

Seoyeon
Who are you!?

Why do you know me?

Unregistered number
Why does that matter? You've been
getting along quite well with Jeongin

Have you?

I chugged a cup of water down to calm down. I've just made up with him, how do they know everything? Is this the person who kidnapped Jeongin? Is he following us?

"Are you okay?"

My brother's voice brought me back to reality. My startled response must have caught his attention.

"Yeah, just a bit tired that's all," I said. I hide my phone in the jumper in case he wants to inspect it.

Judging by his face, he doesn't believe me. Eunjae stares at the jumper's pocket for a while. "Okay then, get some rest."

I watch as my brother walks back to his temporary room. I let out my long waiting sigh and went back to mine.

Never did I know, this was going to last for a long time...

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Seoyeon
What do you want?

Unregistered number
Have fun

I clench my fist and let out a quiet huff.

"Song Seoyeon."

I turn around to meet Chaeyoung's concerned expression.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I shake my head and put on a reassuring smile indicating everything was fine. "What were you saying?"

"I asked if I should wear this."

Chaeyoung holds onto an emerald silk dress with a spaghetti-strapped emerald silk dress that goes all the way below her knees. It's designed to tightly wrap around the figure of the person who is wearing it. There is a split at the side to show off one's leg.

I place my phone away to observe the dress better. Seeing how Chaeyoung holds the dress the way it's supposed to drape on her, I can already imagine how many guys will ask her for a dance.

"Gonna snatch a lot of hearts next week," I said smirking at the girl.

"Please, I'll reject all of them."

"It's not like you won't enjoy it."

"I won't. And speaking of that, you're not well prepared enough." Chaeyoung crosses her arms, unimpressed by my slacked-off attitude.