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"Where the fuck are my keys

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"Where the fuck are my keys.." I mumble to myself, one hand desperately moving around my pockets while the other is holding onto Jisung.

A Jisung who is rather light.

I'm starting to fully believe that he has some serious problem. He always denies it, though.

"Ugh!" a loud groan, coming from the depths of my throat.

My house keys are gone, aren't they? dang.

I slowly drop the sleepy—and hella annoying— dude, keeping my hand around his lower back to support him. 

"Wake up, fucker."

He doesn't budge, so I shake him. Still, not a single goddamn reaction.

Instead of continuing to try, which would result in me failing anyway, I take my cracked phone out. Thank God it connects to the wifi from outside.

Then, I play some youtube video (after two ads) consisting of loud thunders, putting it against his ear.

As soon as the sound plays, Jisung jumps as if he were a cat being splashed with water. He almost falls down.

If he did, I would have fallen on top of him once again.

"What- what was that?!" he looks around, panic and confusion clear in his abnormally quiet voice that tries to mimic a yell.

"Look who has finally awoken from death!"

"Who?!"

"Some dumbass named Han Jisung, do you happen to know him?" I raise a brow and drag him towards the fence, like I did when we first met.

"What is happening?" he looks around disoriented, yelping when my nails dig a little in his arm.

"Jump."

"Huh..?"

"I said," I take a deep breath, trying not to shout at him. "jump."

It's not his fault, at all. He had just woken up, I'd too be perplexed about my surroundings.

"Wait, what? I think I just had a very long dream.." he finally jumps over, but his legs probably give up and he falls onto his knees. "ow."

At first I laugh, then I hop over and help him up.

"It felt so real, though." he continues with a murmur while climbing the almost dead tree. Of course, I help him again.

My mother's tips really came in handy. I'm thankful for that.

Today, I reminded myself of what my mum used to do: leave the window just slightly open to let in some fresh air.

Once we're back inside, I sigh and wipe the subtle sweat that formed on my forehead.

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