𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕪 𝔸𝕌
Life is strict and organized for Han Yunji. She's an example, an idol, someone of high value in her line of study. The only disruption? Park Jisung. But of course, that wasn't much of a bother, as she continued on with...
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Despite always making a point of going to sleep early to optimise his sleep schedule, Jisung was a night owl. His true nature often came to light whenever he was home and without classes. All of a sudden, he would start waking up in the middle of the day, and go to sleep at dawn.
This break was no different. Even though his new home was much different to their small Seoul apartment. His father's promotion at work, although a happy occasion, obliged the family to move. It wasn't a tragic distance, still just a 4 hour commute to Seoul, and arguably the promotion and change of location proved to be very good for the family's finances. However, Jisung still felt a bit sad about having to move away from the apartment he'd spent his childhood living in. But he had to admit- the house and the new town weren't all too bad.
After being nagged for the entire day, Jisung finally got off his PC after all of his videogame buddies logged off, and went downstairs to take out the trash. His mom had conveniently left it by the door, and the boy felt a pang of guilt after remembering the 5 times he said the words "i'll do it later" within the span of just 6 hours or so. However, he felt better knowing that he was going to do it now, and then go to sleep.
Dressed in sweats and a plain t-shirt, Jisung grabbed the trash bag and unlocked the front door to emerge into the night. It was around four am, and the world still felt silent. Jisung thoroughly enjoyed it- there wasn't any traffic on the roads, and simply the ability to be living alone in the world was pleasant.
The boy crossed the small front yard and bypassed the gate. A big dumpster was conveniently located just a few steps down, and with his long legs and wide steps, Jisung was quick to dispose of the trash. Dusting his hands, he then turned around, ready to head back in. However, his body paused as he spotted a figure approaching from the distance.
The stumble in their walk was obvious, as with each step forward, two were taken to either side. They were dragging their feet at a horrendously slow pace, their head aimed down to look at the pavement.
Jisung narrowed his eyes. He swore he found the long, flowing, black hair familiar. And then it hit him.
He remained standing still as Han Yunji approached him at a morbidly leisurely speed.
Eventually, the distance between them minimized, and she was just a couple meters ahead. Jisung's head roared at him to proceed on his way home. Yet his feet were planted into the ground, unable to move. His consciousness, and most importantly, his heart wouldn't allow it. So, in the midst of his confusion, he remained still, simply staring at her as she moved in his direction.
For whatever reason, just as she was about to reach him, Yunji tilted her face up and the pair made eye contact.
Silence ensued for a short minute. A silence in which they only exchanged plain glances.
And Jisung could've fallen off his feet in shock as Yunji's usually frowny lips contorted into a mild, tired smile.
"Helloooooo~" She croaked out, her voice sounding slightly sore. She must've spent her evening and night screaming for it to have gotten this bad. Or, it was a symptom of one too many drinks passing through her throat.
