You only have one chance in life. But, what will happen when you are given a second chance?
Will you make it better or, ...worse
"WELCOME TO REBOOT PROGRAM"
A program for a chosen one, who desires to change their past life. The golden chance with O...
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note: + grammar warning!
+ long chapter ahead!
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One week later | Locker room | 2019
Hyeseol low growl fill the empty space. Her lips pursue forward, banging her poor head on the surface. 'whatdafuqwithmyhead'. Out of frustration, she kicks the hard steel made locker with her foot.
"Auch!" groaning escapes from her open apart lips. she grabs her toe, which is crying in torture, screaming for help. She crouches down pinches her bare toe. Hell, she doesn't remember that she was unshod in the middle of the locker room.
Hyeseol finds herself a stool near the wall. She slowly massages her puny toes that already swollen.
"Didn't bring your clothes again, shorty?" with that remarks, Jungkook's face appears on her right side. The closed-door has left open by him. Feeling her cheeks as hot as the tomato, she only nods as the answer.
She looks down to her skirt, fiddling her okra's fingers into a curl like a ball as she in an attempt to penetrate the pain plus her frustration mind from unable to open Taehyung's locker took over her senses.
Jungkook on his kneel, he takes her toes with his hands. pinches, kneed, squeeze and hit. his big hands do some magic on her swollen toes. Sometimes, she is hissing because of Jungkook's sudden huge friction.
'What is he? doesn't he feel something off after that hug accident?'
The girl witnesses the fresh sweat formed on Jungkook's forehead, trickling down to his sticky hair. His damped clothes couldn't help but gives her view of his tiny waistline, just adding his sexiness on the chessboard of his muscles.
The desire to touch his fringe and slides it aside. Only for her to access his beautiful doe eyes, that darky galaxy of him and her greedy self.
"Make a call," the sudden commands, pulling her off from daydreaming. The rainbow unicorn flew away from the pastel cloudies hanging on the blue violet skies.
"huh?" she bluntly asks back. Jungkook looks up, meeting her natural lens yet unnatural one. "Taehyung... asks for his password again,"
"oh."
Hyeseol averts her eyes to the row of lockers infront of her, unable to hold it any longer. Her right hand busy fishing for the phone in her skirt pocket ,gives Taehyung a call.
"yo, wassup!" from the other side, Taehyung greeting her despite of his noisy background. Hyeseol could hear the loud music from cheers song playing with high-pitched team leader representative counting the numerical in ascending order, to make sure their designated choreography become perfect before the d-day.
