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CHAPTER 3 - Finding her

Unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar place. Some were people eyeing her suspiciously, examining her drastic appearance. She looked at her reflection; ironically, on a nearby boutique, her two day-old dress didn't seemed quite pleasing to the eyes. She sighed. Wandering in a foreign city, she felt like an intruder. She's not afraid because she was alone but because she's different and that she might hurt somebody.

Walking on the busy streets of the city, Irene roamed her eyes everywhere, amazement enveloping her body. The ambience is completely different to where she lived. The beautiful tall structures and all the delicious foods being vended everywhere.

While walking aimlessly, she felt something or someone following her. She hadn't even gone that far from where she met Seulgi, therefore she could easily go back, but she realized she can't. She had no choice but to pick random paths to survive. Towards the small alley, she pivoted at the right corner. Somewhat alarmed by the situation, Irene began to phase up her footsteps until she was half-running and half-walking. Turning another corner on the left, she ran to the end part but for a swift moment, she was grabbed by the arm and her mouth was covered with a handkerchief.

She was cornered. They got her.

Not long enough, she finds herself drowsing over the intoxicating smell embedded in the handkerchief.

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Sehun is not a fan of coincidences or fate, or even destiny whatever you call it. But definitely, he wanted to curse which one of those took him to see this person again.

Like the last time he wanted to avoid Seulgi, even the slightest eye contact, he would pretend like he was busy talking with someone over the phone, or someone called even if his phone didn't actually rang. He would always do that whenever Seulgi would try to reach him out or talk to him. and like before he automatically took his phone out of his pocket and pretended to answer some 'call', but to his surprise, Seulgi walked past through him, not even looking a glance at him. She didn't approach him today.

An unbelieving scoff escape at his mouth. 'Where did her guts come from?' he thought. He's been playing hard-to-get since they broke up, every time Seulgi would want to talk to him about 'them'. She must be tired from all the pursuing. 'That's it? You're giving up?' he thought again. Sure it slayed a small part of pride in him, now to what she just did. But there's a side of him, hankering him to call her, to reach her out but he didn't move. He just watched as Seulgi disappeared from the crowd of people.

"Oh yeah, lunch..." shrugging, he reminded himself as his stomach protested to be fed.

Sehun sat there for minutes, as a cool-looking guy entered the entrance of the roadhouse he usually eats to. He smirked as he sees his one of his best friends approaching, putting their knuckles together, their secret hand shake back in college.

"Hey, how's it going?" The guy, by the name Kai, greets and sits across Sehun.

"Same old. You?"

"Been a bit busy these days, investigating different crime scenes here and there. We've been tracking people lately, about some murder cases..." Kai shrugged. "...you know, cop thing."

Sehun could see Kai's tired look from the recent all-night police report composition, the dark circles didn't lie. He wanted to laugh about it when he remembered way back in high school, that Kai wasn't the kind of person to do essays and homeworks. He realized that everybody seems to have a point in their life when they'll be needing to do what they really hate doing.

As they were chatting for about a few minutes already, the food arrived. Kai appreciated Sehun's thoughtfulness, joking that he should do this more often if he wants their friendship to last. Sehun would joke about how he's doubted their friendship since Kai had Krystal and not him, an iconic history of their long tested camaraderie.