𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙)

11

*Notice: There will be religion involved. I'm not writing this book to ridicule, advertise or convert people into this specific religion and it's solely for plot purposes. We must respect all religions in this household.

Special thanks to the King James Bible for religious reference and lots of gratitude towards Thesarus.com because they spiced up my bland writing :)

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"Later thots."

Wooyoung then trots past the rectangular tables and dumps his tray down. After taking a gulp from his water, he disposes it and exits the cafeteria.

I was taken aback and slightly offended by his remark but at least he seems more comfortable. The first encounters of hunched shoulders and constantly on the verge of tears have been nearly effaced. Then Yeosang, a regular companion at this point, stands up and picks up his tray.

"Hongjoong, are you ready?"

With a small smile I reply yes.

And before you stab my endearing patience with your pointless questions Mars, no I'm not meeting neither Jongho or Seonghwa. That is to be told later.

While Wooyoung decided to find Yunho, Yeosang and I aimlessly floated through depressed concrete tiles. Echos from our footsteps were the only sound emitting through our ears as numerous imposing gray doors greet our sides. With dangling arms and a couple yawns we push a wooden door. Beaming rays swoon down and give us a gentle kiss. The dusty air containing pollen introduces the first heartbeats of Spring.

Then we meet a certain lone wolf. Chunks of uneven raven hair clumped together to create a mullet followed by an array of tiny golden chains loosely hung on his neck. Rolling up those sleeves we see large inked paintings carved on those sculpted arms. 

We look at each other and a smile crept up from our lips. For different reasons of course. I was eager to talk to the mysterious boy but I'm definitely confident that Yeosang just wanted to stalk him. Despite our differences we copied his tracks; and ended up crossing the entire courtyard in the process. Our breaths became shallow while our feet glided through the tiles. Some lunch ladies passed us bearing judgmental glares. Nevertheless they never uttered a word about our existence.

To our dismay he entered to the room filled with laundromats, the laundry room. I followed suit to ignite a conversation however Yeosang gently pushed me past the door and pressed my head towards the floor. Peaking through the glass we saw the entire landscape. My mouth opened to protest but he shushed me with his finger.

Rolling my eyes, my lips stick out in a pout as we study the alluring enigma of Choi San. 

San glides through the whirring cubes with grace, his feet never uttering a single step. Fingers delicately float  across the laundromat's surface. He opens one of the broken laundromats and retrieves an item.

That item was a key.

"Hm...interesting," a smirk crept up my fellow stalker's face.

We made no movement but our eyes scoured over San. He was heading towards a white door in the right corner of the room. Over the ancient taped parchment there was the words "Storage Room."

One swift twist was all it took to open the door. San whipped his head around, examining each and every nook and cranny. Thankfully we weren't exposed and then he entered a dark space. 

With a tiny click, no trace of San was found. Yeosang now was standing and pushing the door, soon stepping foot into the presence of laundromats. He shot a look at me as if he wanted me to come and all I could do was sigh and follow his footsteps.