Chapter 1: Checkout

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Third person perspective

Jiyoon stood in line at the checkout in the local supermarket with her mother waiting for their turn. It was just like any other weekend for the 19 year old girl. Going to college during the weekdays, studying and helping out at home on the weekends.

"Oh did u know that my daughter always ranked number one during her school days?" she heard her mother loudly tell the nearest person she saw.

"Mum!" Jiyoon groaned, adjusting her rectangular glasses and fixing up her denim jacket. It was a nervous habit she had picked up.

Her mother quickly brushes off the attempts to stop praising her daughter. "She's also currently studying medicine and always comes in first for every class!" her mother gushed.

Although her mother was very proud of her, Jiyoon wished sometimes that she wouldn't tell everyone about how "amazing" her daughter was. She always regretted not moving out for college but her mother was very protective and controlling so much that she didn't even let her go to a university that was on the other side of the city.

"Yes yes, it's one of the hardest universities to get - Ow!"

Just as Jiyoon had started to drown out the conversation her mother was having, a boy with bright blonde hair arguing with a younger looking brown haired kid, crashed into them.

The blonde one looked to be around her age and she couldn't help but think that they looked awfully familiar. The younger one was pushing the shopping trolley while the other was sitting in it. "I told you it was a bad idea to do this near the checkout Jimin!"

"Well you're the one who agreed to the bet... you just had to prove that you're stronger than the rest of us!"

Jimin. That name was so familiar and Jiyoon could remember a chubby baby faced kid from her school days. But it couldn't possibly be the same one could it?

"Don't you boys have something better to do with your time?" her mother boomed.

They both flinched and the one called Jimin quickly jumped out of the trolley. They both bowed a little muttering apologies. As her mother started chewing them out for being a nuisance, realisation dawned on her.

Shit shit shit.

They were from her class back in high school. 

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