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the alarm rang loudly in your ears. your ears were begging for silence as you slammed your hand down on the alarm clock a groan escaping your slightly parted lips. “stupid alarm...” you mumbled to yourself as your body began to move on its own leading you into your bathroom where your gaze found it's way to the giant glass in front of your face. your hands began to reach for your f/c hair to attempt and fix it a little so you could at least get your school uniform ready. today was your graduation day. you moved on with your morning walking into the shower.

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“y/n y/n y/n” a voice echoed from beside you but you couldn't tell who it was since your music was loud enough to blow up the world. “IM Y/N” a hand suddenly came racing towards the back of your head and you couldn't stop it. Smack. Ouch that hurt. A male with dark brown hair sent you a small snicker before making a run for it. You knew who this man was. Han Jisung , you're stupid yet supportive best friend. “HAN JISUNG. SERIOUSLY?” your scream shook the ground beneath you as you began to chase after him not minding all the staff and other groups watching the two of you run around. Lucky for you , you did cross country which gave you a huge advantage. The taller male cowared behind a door as you looked for him your skirt and hair shifting as the wind blew towards you. Seeing the door open your head turned to the door a grin that of a Cheshire Cat spreading across your face. “Got you.” you whispered to yourself nearly bursting through the door and grabbing the first wrist you saw , “GOT YOU , YOU LITTLE SQUIRREL!” you claim with pride before realizing the wrist you grabbed wasn't that tan, thin wrist you usually catch. this one was much more slender and pale... you were thinking about what you just did before a voice you recognized knocked you out of your thoughts. “Y/n. What do you think you're doing.” the voice sent chills down your spine. You knew where this voice belonged and regretted everything you've done. As your gaze began to make its way to face the person you're heart dropped seeing who it was.

It was the one person you never wanted to see again.

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