𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dus...
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"Where is Blond— Seonghwa-ah?" Hongjoong asked the large group of people seated at the small table. They merely stared at Hongjoong, most of them appearing confused as the redhead had marched his way towards the group of kids with a scowl on his face, hands tightly clutching his bag, and demanding the King's whereabouts.
There were barely any students seated in the cafeteria, an area for early birds to sit and wait until school begins, except some who were studying before a test they had in their first-period class along with the group of popular kids that were seated at their usual table.
"And why would you need to know?" One girl asked with a flick of her hair and a pop of her bubblegum. "It's not like you're his friend."
"I am his friend." Hongjoong snapped, slamming his hands on the table, startling some of the popular students while the others didn't seem bothered by it. "I don't give a fuck about this stupid status you have labeled on yourselves. Seonghwa-ah has been absent from school for a couple of days and as a true fucking friend, wants to know where the hell he's at."
Hongjoong was one of the biggest wusses when it came to speaking to a large crowd like this, but he was worried. He tried calling Seonghwa's house phone multiple times, using the number Seonghwa had written for him a couple of days ago, but it was sent straight to voicemail. He even stopped by his apartment, knocking on the rusted metal door, only for no one opened the door.
Giving up, Hongjoong turned around with his head down until the door expectedly slammed open and an older man shouted at Hongjoong for disturbing his sleep. The redhead didn't think much about the old bastard because he probably knocked on the wrong door. He doesn't exactly remember the door number, only the floor Seonghwa lives on, so it was probably a silly mistake.
"You better watch your fuckin' mouth, bi—" Kai stood up, pointing his finger at Hongjoong, ready to say something snarky before Eunjin cuts him off with a slap of her hand. The older boy stood there, shocked, as his left cheek turned a bright red with her small hand-print.
"Kai, shut up. We all know you're just as much of a pussy, the only way you get what you want is by using your dick. You're worse than that player boy." Eunjin muttered with an eye roll as Kai tried to stammer out a response. She ignores him and looks over at Hongjoong with a strange gleam in her dark eyes. "You want to know where my Hwa is at?" Eunjin asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"That's the reason I'm talking to you junkies," Hongjoong replied. The two glared at one another, one of her hands rested on her hip as Hongjoong stood there with his arms crossed.
