▶️attempt no. two: part one

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ATTEMPT NO. TWO
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IN WHICH LOCATION DO YOU WANT TO START
at home | at school | outside at night

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You are so stuffed you don't think you will make it home without a problem occurring.

Unfortunately the small birthday party you just came from finished late, the bus you needed didn't come at such times.

I'm seriously going to collapse on my bed.

You are forced to walk home in the dark with a cake filled stomach.

Once you reach your front door you knock a few times, with your cheerful mum opening the door.

However, she continues to block your only path to your bed.

"We need bread; here you go." She smugly smiles as she hands over a £5 note.

"But I need re-"

"I told you not to eat too much Taehyung. The convenience store is just a minute walk from here."

You groan in complaint as you take the note.

Holding your stomach, you turn on your heel and walk back the way you came.

"Go straight there and back!" Your mother finally yells at your back.

Whatever... you sigh, but chuckle to yourself soon after.

Not long later, you reach the small shop at the very end of the street, illuminating everything within its radius.

As you enter, you are immediately met with rows of supplies that are completely of no use to you at the moment.

You also hear an annoying chime of the rusty bell above, breaking the eerie silence as a result of opening the door.

An old rug immediately makes contact with your trainers, but you don't think twice about it; heck, not even acknowledging the sensation.

How do I find bread amongst all this shit?

You release a sigh as your expression drops, however you are conscious not to make it obvious that you are talking to yourself.

"Hey!~ Taehyung!"

Your eyes follow the direction of the voice.

"Hi Minjoon!" You smile back.

"You look a little baffled kid, if you need somethin' just tell me."

You nod and start searching the aisles.

Minjoon is a dear family friend, only just reached his 30s.

He has known you since you were a child, and you have grown up with him in your life.

Back to the bread...

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