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The sound of a zipper filled the room, you quickly changed your bedsheets at your mother ordered you to do so. Strangely enough, you got a text from an unexpected person today. Since something really bad happened a few days ago.
Yes...the company wanted or planned to expose Jinho, but just as the stream was about to continue, the Viral hit account got shut down, ending the plans immediately. That's when depression hit Hobin in the guts, knowing he's gonna have to come up with something else.
Luckily, Rumi still had her account, where she had suggested or more like allowed you guys to expose the villain on there, which made Snapper and Hobin do a whole 360° their entire personalities switching and brightening up.
As for the message...it wasn't Jinho Lee...it was Bomi. Someone you don't know that well, someone who you last talked when you went on that trip with the company. Munseong was apparently close to as why him and Hobin fought over her and the loser had to give up or something.
A long sigh ruled you out as you grabbed your phone after decorating your bed with the soft pink sheets, the pillows and your favorite plushies. Toru, the white cat was already making a little spot for itself on one of your teddys.
You replied to the laste message sent, it was yours. The box held a text of you saying that'll you'll tell Bomi once you'll step out of the house, since she wanted to hang out with you. It was suspicious. In your opinion, and you were hesitant to accept at first.
Afterall your nerves were still on edge after the trauma that returned to you, you couldn't help but point fingers and blame, what if it was...not Bomi? But somebody else? Luckily that assumption quickly died down when she video called you from her own room, smiling so widely into the camera.
You despised it...the feeling of being constantly under pressure, it made your chest tight and heavy. You couldn't help but return to the state you were once in...at 12 years. Untrusting...hopeless... pathetic.
Even after all that time, after you had made progress in changing that habit of yours...it returned in mere seconds after seeing the person who caused you to be in such Position.
A ruined person is a ruined one forever...they say. No matter how much they try to change, one wrong decision, scenario or thing will drag them back down to the pit hole that they dwelled in.
You were being negative again.
A frail groan hissed through your teeth as you stood up from the comfortable heat of your mattress, wearing your jacket then marching downstairs.
"Mama! Im leaving."
After hearing a reaction back, you slid on your sneakers, shutting the door behind you. The night air whipped at your face immediately, your hairs no longer held by gravity, swaying in the wind. The tickle made you smile, it brought you to life. Proving that you still felt things.
