{chapter 3} - dasi run run run

26 4 1
                                    

I listened intently to each member's voice as they spoke, not noticing how much my cutting pace had decreased. They were talking about the game they were going to play, but I couldn't catch what the game was about. After a couple more seconds of speaking to each other, I heard the familiar sound of text appearing across the screen, which was most likely the rules for the game.

"Wait, wait, wait, WAIT!" Sana said, desperately trying to pause the video to read the rules. I walked over with my oatmeal and plopped on the couch next to her. Sana's face was only a couple inches away from the screen as she devoted all of her energy into reading the hangul. "It's a 'Spot the Difference' game," Sana explained. "Um, and-" "They get points according to the number of items they find and how long it takes them to do it," I interrupted, smirking proudly. Sana rolled her eyes and unpaused the video. "If I had another 20 seconds..." she mumbled, a pout on her face.

We continued to watch the video, laughing and playing the game ourselves. Sana's vigilant eyes quickly found all of the differences in the pictures while I could only find the obvious ones. Occasionally we would stop to replay a funny moment and laugh our heads off. I couldn't wait to scroll through my social media later and look at all the new memes and video clips from today's episode.

After the episode ended, Sana and I both stretched out our legs and put our dirty bowls in the dishwasher. "That was such a good episode," I sighed, placing some more dirty dishes from the sink into the dishwasher. "I know right! Ugh, and Jimin looked absolutely adorable!" Sana gushed, staring off in the distance with lovestruck eyes. I laughed and nodded in agreement. I always laughed at how much Sana fangirled over her bias, but knew that I was just as bad with Jungkook.

"I'm going to get my phone, be right back," Sana said. As Sana walked over to our room, my eyes drifted over to the digital clock on the oven. I froze, and my body went into panic mode. "Sana! It's 8:45!" I shouted, quickly running across the dorm to grab the various things I needed for school. I heard Sana curse from the bedroom and footsteps pound across the floor as Sana went the similar panic I had. Flinging our school bags onto our backs, we ran out of the dorm and slammed the door shut.

"Go start the car while I lock the door!" I said, frantically pulling my keys out of my purse. I heard Sana's loud footsteps gradually recede as I tried to jam the keys into the lock. After I'd successfully locked the door, I sprinted down the hallway to the elevator. To my surprise, the elevator door opened seconds after I had pressed the button. I silently thanked God that the elevator hadn't taken 15 minutes to open as I stepped in the elevator and repeatedly pressed the 1st floor button.

As I stepped out of the elevator, I felt a breeze whisk by as I watched Sana come sprinting from the staircase and out to where her car was parked. "Sana!" I yelled, trying to catch her attention as I ran over to the car. Sana turned around and waved for me to run faster. I sprinted the last couple feet to the car and ran to the passenger's side. When I yanked on the door handle, the door refused to open. It was still locked.

"Sana!" I yelled, my hands still shaking the door handle. "OPEN THE DOOR!" When I went over to the driver's side to see why it was taking Sana ten years to open the door, I found her leaning against the car on the ground, panting so hard that it sounded like she had just come up the to surface for air after being underwater for 3 minutes. I gasped, and mentally slapped myself in the face. I had forgotten about her asthma.

ooooh cliffhanger

Saving Grace [discontinued]Where stories live. Discover now