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Fine

Hyunjin's pov (1st person) :

I was, after dispatching the post cards for the experiment, sitting on my cosy couch while relaxing a bit. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a notification from my phone.

It was unusual because I remembered switching the accounts after last use so it was unmute. But then I thought that it must be one of my friends so I unlocked my phone and saw :

@jaxon.143

Hey angel!
Recognised me?

Are you sure you want to block @jaxon.143?

YES        NO

I immediately blocked his account. How did he get my id? I threw my phone in fear as far as possible. I didn't mind even if it got cracks. My limbs began to shake as I was having a panic attack. It had triggered the memories of my past which I had erased with so much struggle. It's not fine! Halmeoni.....

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Hyunjin's pov (3rd person) :

FLASHBACK :

It was the weekend and the little Hyunjin was bouncing off the walls as he was excited about the arrival of his favourite person.

He didn't dare to leave his room until they come because of his abusive parents sitting downstairs, always ready to beat him to pulp.

Poor baby didn't know what he did to cause that much hatred in his parents against him.
Nevertheless, he was used to all such torture, so he didn't waste his energy to give it a thought.

After waiting for three hours, he finally heard the doorbell ring and he enthusiastically whisked towards the door.

The door opened as he was greeted with the presence of an old-aged, milky-haired, wrinkled yet well-built and beautiful woman, none other that his matchless grandmother, Hwang Mujigae.

She was the only person alongside Yeji in his life who didn't mistreat him. She was very kind-hearted and considerate towards him and his needs.

That was why he had his art supplies hidden, which his parents disallowed to keep and accused him of being a gold digger, literally the greatest parents, but his grandmother had secretly gifted him and he, an ardent artist, treasured their value.

As she crossed the threshold, the ten year old instantly took her in his little embrace. He noticed that she was beaming with joy for today's fun.

Once satisfied with the physical affection, he withdrew himself to let his grandmother enter properly and take a seat in the living room.

The little artist rushed to his room in order to fetch his basket, stuffed with his beach sand toys and went downstairs again.

He hastened to enter his grandmother's car as he was afraid to encounter his parents in the halls or by the doorway.

He got settled in the car with his basket accompanying Mujigae's beach bag in the trunk. They drove off to their special location.

When they made it to the beach, not some ordinary shore but one in a million for him as he had spent all the happy memories of his bland life there, the young soul, aflame with excitement, hauled all the equipments to the sand.

He heard his grandmother, who was composed on the rug besides, exclaiming, "Jinnie, I have a surprise for you."

At the mention of the word 'surprise', he abruptly shot his head up from his toys and asked curiously with raised brows, "Really, what is it?"