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Others would think Kim Heejung who's lacking in emotions, has everything... but perhaps not everything. Everything meant differently from the girl who was deprived of the only thing she was passionate about. As if it wasn't th...
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Myungie
hey how's everything going? can u come to school tomorrow?
It has been over a week since the argument Heejung and Sehun had. The idol didn't return to their shared house until he had a call from his mother, telling him that he better be there or else, she would end his contract with SM.
It's not like it made a difference when he was in their house as they both only stay in their separate rooms. Just when the night comes, he leaves and sleeps in their dorm. And it didn't matter.
Sighing, Heejung picked herself up from the comfort of her bed, catching herself in a daze for minutes.
What am I doing with my life?
The days she drained herself in obscurity and dullness never paid off the feeling of losing someone too dear to her. Every night, her thoughts would drift towards Heejae and she never felt peace.
Her sister's death seemed to be so vague.
Or perhaps it was just the delusional part of her that just can't accept that Heejae's gone. Gone.
And she's by so far in a much better place, compared to where Heejung is.
"I gotta get myself collected..." she muttered, pushing herself to get out of her room and ride her bike.
Oh, right. Her bike's not here. It was left at her old house.
Instead, she slacked off on the couch, browsing through shows that would distract her from all that's running in her muddled mind.
She heard shuffling sounds from behind and she looked back in instict, meeting Sehun's blank stare on his way to the door with a bag in his hand.
Without any utterance, he left, shutting the door behind with a bang.
"And he's gone again..."
***
The following day came and Heejung finally decided to come back to school, not wanting any more classes and school works to miss, though she knew her professors would adjust for her—some.
But undoubtedly, Mrs. Kwon would not offer any special treatment or excemption.
She thought no one would notice her if she used the back door of the class, however, the students present before the teacher, turned their heads to her direction upon her appearance.
