Butterfly [j.jk]

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the clock strikes 3 and jeongguk finds himself a comfy rusted bench to sit on. he was still annoyed from the events earlier, but he decided to brush it off.

he found his surroundings quiet, much to his liking. not a single voice to be heard. the sound of the cicadas that chirred and the sight of the butterflies put him at ease, but not enough. he's been trudging around in circles for hours now and he was yet to feel that wave of relief and happiness he was told he was bound to earn.

eyes getting heavy, he was starting to drift into dreamland. not because he felt at peace, he just lacks sleep. it was probably the most interesting thing he's done for the past few hours he's been here. might as well make the most of it, right?

the rusty bench in which he lied creaks, as if someone sat next to the boy. he flinches and slowly opens his eyes, slightly irritated to be disrupted right as he was falling asleep.

his vision lands on a young lady that had quietly sat next to him, unaware of his consciousness. with a notebook in hand she kept silent, still keeping distance from the boy who was still a stranger to her.

she adorned a simple dress that seemed a bit out of fashion, had her hair parted in two braids, and slightly tanned skin, similar to his.

thats when a huge gasp left the boy's lips, followed by a wave of anger "it was you!" he exclaimed.