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chapter two: miss me?

I jumped in shock as the bottle of shampoo I grasped in my hands fell to the wet tiled floor with a soft thud. It felt as if all the words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat, creating a ball of fear in my windpipe. I was taking a deep breath when the voice sounded again, scaring me even more.

"Shit, shit, I think I've got the wrong apartment," the voice muttered.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, my body filling with relief. I could hear footsteps walking away.

The footsteps came to a stop.

"Then again, who else would be stupid enough to leave their apartment unlocked?"

The person let out a hearty laugh, filled with snorts and hiccups.

"Only Sana."

My blood froze in my veins. How the hell did this intruder know my name? Snippets of stalker movies flashed through my brain as I hurriedly jumped out of the shower and threw on my sweatpants and a t-shirt, holding the handle of a mop above my head as ammunition against the intruder.

I gently nudged the door open with my toe, distancing myself from the (most probably) creep outside.

My eyes widened, almost comically, as I took in the figure standing in front of me. Before I even knew what I was doing, I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs tightly across his waist, breathing in the familiar scent of pine and musk that I had missed for so long.

Let me introduce my childhood friend.

Kang Daniel.

We had lived side by side for as long as I remembered, our family mansions mirroring each other, a narrow passageway of twisted branches linking our gardens with each other.

Well, until I moved away, at least.

We had gone to the same nursery, the same primary school and the same secondary school.
We had been in the same class all our lives. But, when it came to our higher education, I had wanted to go into the culinary arts, while his parents wanted him to take over the multi-million dollar business that was Kang Enterprises.

We had to separate.

A completely alien idea to the both of us; it took a long time for it to sink in, but when it did, I realised that we couldn't be connected at the hip all our lives. We had to go our own ways, no matter how much it hurt.