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"Park, you've got to promise me something. We don't know where we'll be in twelve years, but one thing is for sure-I still want to know you."
They looked at each other, him wearing his usual smirk, her wearing a soft smile. Their signatures.
"Hm... sounds like a promise to me." She held out her pinky. "I'll keep in touch. Always."
"And I'll do the same," he said, his pinky intertwining with hers. Both cold.
That night, two acquaintances made a promise-one that neither of them would ever truly keep.