Twenty-seven-year-old girl Kim Jisoo has been living an ordinarily busy life. At their class reunion, she wanted to give a DVD recording to her high school crush Kim Taehyung, but the moment the DV is turned on, she returns to the age of 17.
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"Pshhh, Jisoo," Jimin called out to Jisoo, sitting in front of him, tapping her shoulder.
"Why isn't Taehyung here yet?" he asked. It was past Taehyung's usual arrival time.
"How would I know? I don't live with him," Jisoo barked, still fuming from the previous day's fiasco with Taehyung. She turned to look forward.
"You're his deskmate, though," Jimin commented.
Jisoo ignored him.
"But it's strange. It's not like him," Jisoo heard him murmur. Heaving a sigh, she decided to give him an answer.
"Don't worry, I'm sure he's on the way," she said without turning to look at him.
"Because I'm still here," Jisoo mumbled. "I wonder what's the maximum distance that triggers the jump," she pondered as she took out her books from the desk.
As if on cue, Taehyung entered the classroom, his bag slung over his shoulder.
"You're late," Jimin said as soon as he saw him, "Not very Taehyung of you?"
Taehyung gave a weak smile and sat in his seat near Jisoo, placing the bag at the side of the desk.
Jisoo tried to look unbothered and glanced at him, noticing his dirty hands and uniform.
She pursed her lips, contemplating whether to get involved or not. Deciding otherwise, she took out a wet tissue and offered it to him without looking at him.
"Take this. You're dirty."
He looked at her briefly and took the tissue from her hand, wiping his knuckles and hands with it.
Noticing that the hem of his sleeves was also stained, she took out one more and moved closer to him, in an attempt to clean it.
Just as she touched him, he jerked his arm away from her. Jisoo stared at him, dumbfounded, the tissue still in her hands.
"Don't touch me," he said in a low voice.
Taehyung stood up and strode out of the classroom.
"As if I'm dying to!" Jisoo shouted behind him.
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Taehyung entered the bathroom and quickly turned on the tap. Gathering water in his palm, he tried rubbing the stain off the hem of his sleeves.
These sleeves hid his scars, wounds, and the marks of violence inflicted upon him.
Right underneath the sleeves were fresh red bruises.
He rubbed at the stains with a sense of urgency, his mind racing. The bruises throbbed under the pressure of his fingers, but he continued scrubbing, trying to wash away not just the dirt but the memories attached to it.
