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ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᴬᵈᵘˡᵗ | ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ | ᴰʳᵃᵐᵃ
In the ominous atmosphere of the Moonlit Residence, adolescents without parental love are confronted with their deepest fears. Yeonjun, abandoned by his mother, steps through the gates of this mysterious...
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With a strained sniff, Yeonjun rubbed the floor with a sponge in both hands. He soon realized how stubborn these stains were and applied more pressure. At that moment, they had only been cleaning the cafeteria for twenty minutes, he had had enough. His knees ached from the tiled floor, his hands already felt soggy. It smelled of leftover food, which was probably the reason why Taehyun often secretly held his nose. He couldn't stand the smell and concentrated on not showing his nausea. Even after showering, Taehyun still felt dirty, and a quick glance immediately revealed the pale boy's scratched-up arms. It had probably been another tantrum, at least that's what Yeonjun, who had been watching Taehyun for a while, thought.
However, when he noticed the look, he frowned. He realized what Yeonjun had been staring at and pulled the sleeves of his sweatshirt back over his arms.
Then he turned in the other direction.
"It's okay," Yeonjun mumbled to himself, sank the sponge back into the bucket and then started again. He scrubbed and scrubbed with great effort. But it seemed as if this damn tile would not get clean. He felt as if he was constantly going round in circles in the same place, just as he had done for the previous 19 years of his life. Unbelievably, even a tomato stain was comparable to his life situation. It was awful and Yeonjun couldn't help but let out an annoyed sigh. Enraged, he threw the sponge in front of him into the puddle that had already formed because of the cleaning and thus got the attention of the other three.
Kai, who was sitting on the bench with his legs apart and wiping the surface of the table with a cloth, still seemed a little grumpy.
And Soobin was busy scraping a few splashes of sauce off the wall. He propped his free arm against a chair and looked as if he was frozen to the spot. Startled, he looked over his shoulder when he heard Yeonjun's complaint.
Another loud sigh escaped the 19-year-old before he let himself fall back onto his butt and supported himself on the ground with his arms. Exhausted, he put his head back, blew the blue strands out of his face and didn't notice Soobin moving towards him. A short time later, Soobin knelt next to him, took the sponge that Yeonjun had thrown away in his hands and rubbed it vigorously.
Soobin's black strands bobbed back and forth, and his lips were pressed tightly together as he fixed the stubborn stain. It was indeed an amusing sight to see the tall youth on his knees. His jeans were already soaked from the puddle and his knuckles were raw from the detergent. Obviously, his legs needed a lot of space. Yeonjun let his gaze wander over him, up to his face, and scrutinized him in confusion.
Why was he taking over his work and even stopping his own?
"I'll help you," Soobin grumbled in a slightly suppressed voice, trying not to look at the boy sitting next to him.
You could tell he was tensed by the closeness of the newcomer.
"Okay?" Yeonjun mumbled, making the answer sound more like a question and stroking his sea-blue hair in an overwhelmed manner. Then he took a wire brush and washed it briefly in the bucket, which already had some detergent in it.
