╰┈➤In a world where the line between life and death blurs, a girl named Kwon Dae is haunted by the tragic loss of her five childhood friends, in a devastating car crash. Three months after their funeral, Dae's nights are filled with vivid visions an...
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: ̗̀➛ ᴏᴄᴛ 3, ᴛʜʀᴜꜱᴅᴀʏ
📍Seoul National University
I hurry toward the dance studio, the only sound accompanying me is the echo of my footsteps bouncing off the polished marble floor.
The evening air is sharp and biting, sending shivers through me, my thin long-sleeved t-shirt and loose track pants doing little to ward off the chill. But the cold is the least of my concerns.
I need to get this choreography down before the week slips away. Though the holiday has given me a break from classes and my part-time job, there's this nagging urgency eating away at me; it's been way too long since I last set foot in the studio.
Why the holiday, you ask? It's Gaecheonjeol-a day for celebration. While everyone else enjoys their day off, I'm here, racing against my own deadlines.
The studio stands a little apart from the other campus buildings, shrouded in silence and feeling weirdly isolated from the rest of the university's bustle.
As I reach the entrance, I pull open one of the glass doors, greeted by a rush of cold air. Somehow, it's even chillier inside, like the cold has seeped into the walls and refuses to leave.
The dark interior stretches out in front of me, empty and quiet. The mirrored walls reflect the sparse surroundings-black-draped windows on one side, a row of chairs neatly tucked in the corner on the other, and not a soul in sight. The stillness of the place makes it feel forgotten, like a corner of campus that no one visits anymore.
I shiver again, muttering under my breath. "Stranger Things ass studio."
I shut the door behind me, the cold air biting at my skin as I head toward the light switches. With a flick, the lights blink on, chasing away the shadows clinging to the corners of the room.
But just as the brightness floods the space, I spot something dark and hunched in the corner, previously hidden by the dim light.
"AH!"
A startled scream escapes my lips as I stumble back, my heart hammering in my chest. For a moment, wild thoughts rush through my head-what could be lurking in an empty studio at this hour? My hand presses against my chest as if that could steady my racing pulse.
The figure straightens, stepping into the light with a grin plastered across his face.
"Jung Wooyoung, I swear, I'll put a curse on your bloodline if you ever pull that on me again!"
