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Minghao POV
I think the best person I can talk to is my friend Wonwoo.
He knows a lot of other people and even about people who don't know of his existence.
I wake up the sleeping figure next to me.
"Hmmm? What is it Myungho?"
I hold up my camera to him.
"Do you know anything about this guy?!
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"You don't know him?"
I shake my head to tell him no.
"His name is Wen Junhui, Korean name is Moon Junhui, he comes from China, just like you. But he came a few months before you arrived. He is 180cm and he looks around 65 or 66kg. His birth date is June 10th 1996, he's 17 years old. Two years older than you." He says, rubbing his eyes. "He doesn't talk much and nobody really knows much about him. I'm sorry, but because of those reasons, that's all I know about him."
"It's alright. I just wanted to know the basic stuff anyway." I say, patting his fluffy head, "Thanks. And good morning. Sleep well I need to go now."
"Don't you mean 'good night?"
"GOODNIGHT"
How the hell did I get joh-eun achim ibnida and jaljayo mixed up?! Oh well. A few hours' difference shouldn't matter much anyway, right?
I clamber out of the tent with a flashlight to navigate my way through the dark."
"So the barn should be this way right?" I mumble to myself, "I wonder who I'll be working with today..."
I walk right into something and immediately squeal in fear. "Oh wait that was probably just a tree." I stick my arm out, only to find that it's not there anymore. Strange.
When the building comes into view, I start jogging, finding that today, the people in my group are just a bunch of randoms I've never met, except for Mingyu, I know him from technology and textiles.
