Your presentation went over fine, and after, you headed for Mr. Choi's office, knocking on the open door to get his attention.
"Ah, Y/N, come in," he waved you in with a smile. "How can I help you?"
"Hi, Mr. Choi." you offered a faint smile back. "Uhm, I'm not feeling very well. I just wanted to see if I could leave early today?"
"You did look a little distracted during your presentation." He nodded sympathetically. "Yes, go rest. And if you need to stay offline tomorrow, by all means, please do."
"Thanks."
Rushing to close out your programs and turn your computer off, you gave Shotaro and Sungchan hasty goodbyes before fleeing the building, Jisung on your heels.
"How do you feel?" You checked in with him quietly as you speedwalked down the sidewalks.
"Fine. Good." He kept his voice down.
The two of you were silent until you made it home, where you grabbed your bag from the hook by the front door and took it into the living room, dumping the contents onto the floor. Immediately, you picked out the six that you kept stored in there. You jumped to your feet to run up the stairs and into your bathroom, where the other two were sitting exactly where you left them on the sink. Taking them back downstairs to show Jisung, you dropped back down to your knees to set all eight together, letting out a sigh. You knew you didn't have any with you today, but the whole time that you were at work, there was still some non-zero chance that maybe you just hadn't checked your pockets well enough, maybe one was somewhere, you couldn't be absolutely sure until you saw it with your own eyes. And now you did.
"What the hell is going on?" You whispered.
"Try going down the street?" Jisung suggested. "Without anything?"
You held your hands up to show that you weren't holding anything as you left the house—alone—and began walking down the street. You were far out of the lay lines of the property, at the end of the block, when Jisung popped up next to you.
You stared at him in shock. He stared back.
"Did you do that on purpose?" You asked. "At all?"
"I don't know. Did you?"
"How would I have done that?"
He shrugged. "How would I?"
"It can't be my clothes or anything, I just got like this whole outfit in the past couple months," you huffed, still trying to brainstorm.
"Y/N, I think—" Jisung looked at you with wide eyes. "I think it's you. I think I'm connected to you somehow."
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pur autre vie • p.js | ✔
Fanfictionin which you inherit your stepdad's house under the condition that you can live there for as long as you take care of your mother. at first, you think her belief that the house is haunted is just her declining mind playing tricks on her. but the lon...
