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Soobin doesn't quite feel like himself. For the past few days there was this weird feeling in his chest that he couldn't get rid of. It's like he has a deja vu of something. about that picture. years and years past since that incident and he never really talked or remembered it.
but that box.. that box has something. "choi! listen will ya?" the pe teacher yelled at the daydreaming soobin. "sorry sir.. uh.. may i go to the washroom?" soobin asked. the pe teacher sighed, "fine. but make it quick!"
soobin bowed respectfully before leaving. when i say leaving, i mean leaving. "fuck school." he grunted and left school grounds. Does he care if the teacher finds out? no. does he care if he gets in trouble? no. does he care if he gets suspended? won't happen.
what's first priority in this situation is that box.
he was walking back home when a lady dressed in a weird unusual outfit called him. "boy! what are you doing here at this time? aren't you supposed to be in school?" she asked. soobin cursed under his breath, "i-i am... home school!" he lied.
the woman didn't respond and motioned soobin approach her which the latter hesitated. the woman gave him a reassuring smile, "come on. your box can wait." she said. Soobin froze. box? she knows about the box? how?
intrigued, soobin slowly approached her. the lady smiled and told him, "don't let it slide. you don't wanna loose her again now, do you?" she whispered.
soobin froze in spot, loose who again? what the hell is this woman talking about? but of course, before soobin could ask about it, the woman was gone, and he was all alone in that street.
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