prologue

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third person's pov

"i got fired, again, and that's fine," jin says to himself, shifting his hands from left to right. he looks down at his new sandcastle.

"perfect! i think its good enough, wait no, good enough is just not good enough!"

"it doesn't matter," jin sighs and looks behind him, getting his camera out, "i remember bringing my camera though," the older mutters to himself quietly.

"ah-hah!" he runs his fingers through his hair in anticipation of taking a photo of his newest model. he grabs the small mint colored polaroid picture take-y thing-y and turns around, only to be met face to face with a big pile of leaves, sand, twigs, and shells.

jin drops his camera, and stares at the random mess in front of him.

"who ever did this, i swear to god i will kill you and twist you into a sandcastle! yes you heard me! a sandcastle!" he yells.

a few random kids in front of seokjin heard him and began to cry their eyeballs out and quickly ran back to their mothers.

"give it up jin, just like how people gave you up on your first day of working," he muses sarcastically to himself.

he pouts and looks around, waiting for the person who destroyed his castle to come by.

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