| 𝒜 𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝐵𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 |
It's been three years ever since the breakup, Taeil still hasn't gone over it. No matter how many times he tried to distract himself by going out with people and finding new dates, none of it managed to amend his broken heart. Not even many cans of beer.
It's his third year in college, and he somehow managed to make it through despite the painful reminders of the breakup with his first love in highschool. God, it hurts.
Taeil had just gotten up and showered when he realized it was Monday today. He turns on the warm water and shudders at the contact, then later on he got used to the warm water and put on shampoo. In his mind, he's reminding himself to hurry up before missing out his class.
After taking a quick shower, Taeil hurries to put his clothes on and check inside his bag. He gulps down a bottle of water before leaving and he steps out of his dorm. After closing the door, he looks at the time in his phone and starts running down the stairs at a fast speed.
He curses under his breath, feeling unlucky to be in the fourth floor, and he's also unlucky with how weak his legs are. No matter how many exercises he did, his legs are still stiff as hell. Well, that's probably because he keeps forgetting to do them often.
The moment he finally reaches the ground floor, Taeil accidentally bumps into someone. He starts to fall back and his ass hits the ground, as well as his bag.
"Shit- sorry!" Taeil said as he hurriedly tries to get up. He grabs his bag while sending an apologetic look at the person he just bumped into.
Taeil runs away to get to the campus which was thirty minutes away from the apartment. Meanwhile, the person that Taeil had just bumped into got up and patted their clothes, looking down at their bag that hit the ground.
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"Thank god," Taeil mumbled as he arrived to his class in time. He takes a seat and unzips his bag, ready to take out his textbook.
The moment he unzipped the bag, he realized that it wasn't his bag. As he continued to look through more, Taeil wanted to cry.
Pink lip balm, round glasses, a box of mango juice, and textbooks with bunny designs on them. None of them are his things. And when Taeil decided to examine the outside of the bag, the bag's design was completely different from his.
How did I fuck this up so badly? Taeil frowned. As he looked around him, he saw students jotting down notes, which made Taeil even more nervous.
Screw it. Taeil takes out a textbook and checks the pages. Fortunately, it wasn't a personal diary or anything. In fact, they were just notes for music lessons. Taeil looks for a pencil case, and as he found one, he takes out a black ballpen and starts jotting down notes, not without a small 'sorry' written on the corner of the page.
Thinking about this, Taeil's probably going to have to use their textbook for the rest of the day, since there's more classes to attend.
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