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Jisung POV
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He couldn't get it out of his head.
One night, the house looked broken into. The next morning, everything seemed perfectly normal. The door closed, the lights worked, nothing appeared disturbed. Yet still, Haeun was nowhere to be seen. The inconsistency gnawed at him, and he felt himself teetering on the edge of panic.
As he walked down the hallway, he spotted a small group gathered nearby. Without his friends around, he hoped he wouldn't seem too intimidating and quickened his pace toward them, trying to mask his desperation with calm.
But the moment they noticed him approaching, their expressions shifted—confused, wary. His chest tightened.
Before he could speak, a boy stepped in his path.
"Haeun is not here. And no, you may not talk to her," the boy said, cutting him off before he could utter a word. Jisung closed his eyes and let out a long, frustrated sigh. He knew it made him look like a dick. He didn't care. He just needed to know.
"When was the last time you talked to her?" he asked, keeping his voice steady. Minhyuk—or that was his name—scowled at him, but Lisa, Haeun's supposed best friend, stepped forward.
"Yesterday. Why?"
"What time?"
Lisa's patience snapped. "I asked why?"
"I just need to make sure of something. I'm not going to talk to her, so cut the crap," he shot back, his tone sharper than intended. The group exchanged uneasy glances, and finally, Lisa relented.
"This morning. She's fine, but she won't be coming to school for a while. I will not tell you why. Any other questions?"
Her arrogance made him grind his teeth, but he simply sighed and walked away. At least she was okay. He could trust Lisa to know if Haeun wasn't herself.
But that still didn't explain the house. And where, exactly, was Haeun?
When he entered the classroom, he tried to focus, to bury himself in work, but nothing could keep his mind from spinning.
He dropped into his seat, opening his books, but it was no use. Chenle approached, a sympathetic frown on his face.
"You seem downer than usual. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Bad day," Jisung muttered, pulling out his notes.
"Bad day or not, get your shit together and at least try to finish the exams today," Chenle said, patting him on the shoulder. Jisung nodded, and Chenle moved off to study.
Chenle and Renjun had no choice—they'd come from abroad, and failure wasn't an option. But for Jisung, none of that mattered. All he could think about was Haeun.
