ozone 》TWICE

nervous

You don't want anyone to know who you are.

But you're screwed because who you are is located on your wrist, a spot that's nearly impossible to hide. Especially during the summer.

People judge, and you have to live with the thought that one day, you will be taken away. His men and women always find you. There's a rumor that says that they are their own zodiac as well. I don't believe them; everyone hates the Zodiacs.

I've been past the legal age for a little while now, just waiting for them to come and take me. Mom doesn't like the thought, and she promises the fight, but you can never win against them.

Apparently your graduation doesn't mean much at all to the world. Of course they only care about if others are safe. It's stupid, and I can't understand it, because I don't remember the last time a Zodiac hurt someone.

The day always comes, I know this.

And you can never be prepared, but I can take what I want with me. So when the mark begins to pulse, I begin shoving things into my old, white bag, ranging from clothes to my paint and brushes.

It takes only an hour, and there's three quick knocks. I hear my mom gasp, and then a strangled cry, and it makes my heart drop and my stomach twist itself into knots. Getting it over quickly was always going to be the better option.

"Son Chaeyoung?"

"Yeah."
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They fucking come to Japan? No, no. That's ridiculous.

God, what the fuck?

That's not him. It's not him.

It's fucking not.

Breathing does absolutely nothing, only serving to make my chest feel heavier. They won't take me away. They can't, can they? Not if his weird ass company is in Korea.

God.

They can.

The pulsing wasn't normal, I should have known.

What the hell am I gonna do? I can barely even fucking speak Korean.

Mina and Sana.

Jeongyeon.

Did they get them too? Please, no, this isn't happening-

"Hirai Momo?"

"Fuck off!"
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Bitter.

The only way to describe my dad's favourite coffee. Such a sweet man shouldn't drink this terrible coffee. Mom never likes it when he drinks it, always saying it makes his lips taste terrible and his breath worse than usual (a joke, but entertaining nevertheless).

I still wonder what America would have been like if I went a year ago. But I'm happier that I stayed, waiting to be taken to Korea. I've always wanted to go anyway.

My brother was lucky; he wasn't born as a Zodiac. I didn't make it out so lucky, being born as one of the most despised. I've never thought of myself as terrible, so it's confusing.

The pulsing didn't strike fear in me, but it did make me hope that Sana and Momo were alright. Especially Momo. She's always been more afraid of the idea of being taken away than Sana.

"Myoui Mina?"

"Did you take care of Momo?"
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Now who the hell wants a homeless person to take away to be a slave?

Anyone and everyone, of course.

This isn't how I wanted my life to go, but when your parents are afraid of anyone born as a Zodiac, you're forced away. And it's damn stupid because they kept me for so many years before letting me go.