I awoke in my bedroom, thoughts of last night still bubbling at the surface of my imagination. What did she have to lie about? There was nothing we didn't tell each other, i mean, that's what best friends are for right? Nevertheless, I woke from my stupid thoughts about seoyeon and continued my usual routine. I couldn't be late for class again, I would be in serious trouble. Again. I meandered my way into the rustic, little bathroom that we all shared and punched the shower button, letting the warm water cascade down over my shoulders. Once again, useless thoughts - and some that could be used in literature - began to fill my curious mind. It's not that I was nosy, it's just that when I find out someone close to me is hiding something I kind of turn into a Korean Sherlock Holmes. Maybe I am nosy. Oh well, not that I ever had any shame. I glanced over to the wall clock hanging haphazardly by the door. Crap-a-doo. I hurriedly switched off the shower, dried myself like The Breeze ( -*Gone reference for all you book nerds*-), threw on my Autumn clothes and ran out the door straight into a very flushed - and late - looking Willow.
"What up Chun Chun. That wasn't racist I swear." The photographer giggled.
"Didn't think it was. Anyways, ready to go?" I asked, laughing as she pulled out about three different cameras from her purse.
"What are those for?" I asked quizzically as she scanned each one.
"You'd think i'd right? But I have absolutely no clue. Hold on I'll just give these to Jeonghan, I think the-. Wait what is this?" She began, pulling out a pile of photo's.
"I don't know, I've never seen these before." I noted, taking them from her hands. The pictures were in no particular order and I recognised no theme of them. I didn't seem as if they were planned to be there. However, the one thing I did notice was that the pictures were all of landscaped, they were no people in any of them. Also, none of the pictures were of Korea. Some looked southern American, others looked hot and dusty, maybe Egypt or somewhere like Brazil. Some were completely unpredictable but only one stood out to me the most. The picture was obviously of London. It was right by the Subway, people crowded the area. It looked like a huge bee hive. Like all the people were thousands of bees, busy with their various duties and day-to-day life that to us is strange but special to the people. It was a strange photo to me. I didn't know anybody that had been to England, not even Willow and she had been everywhere.
"This one looks like London, but none of our friends have been to England." I pointed out, saying exactly what I was thinking.
"I know, that's what I thought. Hey, I have been to all these countries. I've been to all these exact places apart from London." She said.
"So, you didn't take these?" I asked because if she did then this was a huge waste of time.
"No, I took pictures similar to these but not these one's. I signed every photo I ever took since I was 11 years old." She said, her icy blue eyes were bright and wide with curiosity. The sound of a Kakaotalk Messenger call coming through snapped us away from our thoughts and Willow answered her phone. She tapped speaker phone and put her finger to her lips, signalling for me to not talk. I saw the user ID. 'Unknown'. How the frick did they get her kakaotalk ID. Weird, but she seemed to know what she was doing.
(Entire phone call and speech to unidentified characters are in Korean, not English)
"Yeobeoseyo?" No answer. A few creep seconds of silence and her eyes flicked up to mine, a mixture of slight fear and worry plastered all over her face.
"Hello?" She asked again.
"Are you okay? Willow, are you okay?" Minghao's voice cracked through the crappy signal.
"I'm fine, are you? Whats the matter with you? You sound scare-"
"Shut up and listen to me, Willow."
He butted in mid sentence. By now any thoughts of school and succeeding in life had passed. We needed to know who took those pictures and put them in Willow's purse. We needed to know why Minghao's voice quivered and cracked with every struggled word he managed to speak. And we would not stop until we knew. That's how artists work.
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FanfictionA group of friends, a rather large group of friends i might add. Thats how this story begins. There was nothing particularly special about these friends, apart from their amazing artistic talents, they were quite ordinary. But maybe they were hiding...
