Running 💭

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AUTHOR'S SPACE: This chapter has been rewritten!
This is how you read number 1 to 3 in Korean.
I'll be inserting it in this chapter, so you know what it means. 😊
1 // 하나 // (hana)
2 // // (dul)
3 // // (set)

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"I'll leak it, cause baby I ain't got no shame".
-Ari Lennox

Chapter XIII: 🍂

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Chapter XIII: 🍂

🔸So Mun POV

It rains, it rains on the dark streets, on the rooftops, on people in their heavy coats, under their colourful umbrellas.
It rains everywhere and even on me in a strange way, sitting inside a lavish restaurant, as meticulously elegant as its customers within, refined and classy.
I don't remember ever being in one of these restaurants, not even with my parents. My family has always been humble and simple.
While now, I sit in the company of the brooding outline of Adrian and his oddly elegant friend, who does nothing but smile, as if there is really something to be smiling about.
I do not understand why he does so, nor why he appears to be considerate towards me. Adrian and I are not friends, he should not feel forced, obliged to take me into account, he can even ignore me if he wants, I would not be offended.

In fact, if anything, it would be better if he did.

I sigh, threading a finger through one of my long curls, finding myself twirling it in a momentary daze.
My gaze slides over Ayrie Lee's light hair, tied in a low bun at the back of his head, his eyes an even lighter shade of brown than his straight hair. He appears to be jovial, and has a bright, friendly smile. I wonder how he can be friends with someone like Adrian, someone with wrath in his soul, with a perpetual expression of apathy.

Adrian is like a starless night that appears to be a friend of one who walks with the sun. It is unusual, not ordinary. Their friendship is rare.
I ponder, I think some more with a hand in my hair, my eyes moving from my food on the plate with an appealing visual, to Adrian speaking to Ayrie as if I am not there, as if he did not force me to come with him, just to ultimately ignore me.
He is pissed, definitely still offended by my rejection. As I am not allowing him to touch me as he would like.

"It's too dangerous Adrian..."

I return to listen to them, just as Ayrie is talking about some future plan they have to execute.

"You forget I have more evil spirits inside me, I am more than capable and more invincible than before" he states, grumpily. Arms folded across his broad chest as he scoffs. His dark eyes flick to me for a second but I quickly look away, avoiding him, hearing him grunt in response, peeved.
I can't look directly at him for the moment, I don't want to think about all the things he awakens in my body.
My body demands to be touched by his cold hands and it makes me furious. Not to mention the different emotions he has made me feel in the last 48 hours. I feel emotionally exhausted and I just want to go home and rest. I'm also behind on my homework, and I haven't seen my best friends in almost two weeks.
I have a lot of exams to hand in before the deadline, as is my last year and I want to end with high grades.

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