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Kim Seok Jun's Point of View.
"You belong to me, only me."
I woke up in my deep slumber when I heard his haunting words making its way to my tranquilized mind.
Not again.
I tried to remain calm but his words kept whispering, bothering me and my peaceful thoughts.
"You are mine."
I groaned at the way his last words sent chills down to my spine.
Why can't I get his words out of my mind? Why does it keep coming back everytime I've successfully erased it?
Annoyed by the thought of having an endless flashback of his words, I turned the lights on and made my way to the kitchen.
Words of people like him should be forgotten; not remembered. He hurted innocent people, I do not wish to be associated with him!
I forcefully poured water on the empty cup I got on the cabinet in front of me—making some of the water spill on the floor.
I just want to be safe...
Away from sinful people...
Away from danger...
Away from triggering a much more darker memory that's buried deep within me.
I drank the water-filled cup and immediately felt the cold water going down my throat.
I should calm down and think positive. That's right, I should also stay away from danger!
I reached for the telephone on the kitchen counter and dialed a familiar number.
Ringing...
"Hello? Who is this?" Zhan yawned as he answers the phone sleepily.
Oh... he was sleeping.
"It's me, Jun." I answered sheepishly as guilt took over me for destroying his peaceful sleep.
"Holy sh- why are you calling me? It's like, 2 AM?" His voice started to echo. He's probably inside the bathroom.
"I-I can't sleep." I stuttered.
Pouring of water and closing of faucet can be heard on the other line. Yup, he certainly really is.
"Why? Did you dream of him again?" He asked worriedly.
"No. I...just can't sleep." I said avoiding to stutter, just like I avoided the truth.
"You know, you can always be honest with me." He tried to sound comforting as ever, but his sleepy voice failed him.
"If you're sleepy, just sleep Zhan." I chuckled at the thought of Zhan's sleeping face.
"Ha-ha very funny. Okay, I'll sleep." His tone was very sarcastic and pouty.
"Goodnight, Junie." He said sweetly as I felt my head getting heavy.
"Goodnight, Zhanie." I smiled and hanged up.
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"Rise and shine hoe, we have school!" I felt small hands shaking me, waking me up in my comfortable state.
What the hell...
I woke up to see who's disturbing my beautiful sleep and to be only greeted by Zhan wiggling me.
"Finally! Fix yourself, we're going to school." He said excitedly and threw an already ironed uniform on my laying body.
Oh...right. I forgot, I'm still studying.
"How the hell did you enter my apartment?" I lazily picked myself up and grabbed some towel.
"Under the pot? You never changed." He grinned mischievously while wiggling my spare apartment key on his tiny fingers.
"Touché." I sighed and made my way to the bathroom with a towel on my shoulder.
What a life.
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Park Jung Hyung's Point of View
(Note that Park Jung Hyung is Spade's real name.)
"Are you sure you don't want me to tag along with you?" Zachary asked while preparing my lunch box.
"I'm not a kid Hyung." I rolled my eyes and ate a piece of nugget.
"Alright, virgin boy." He laughed and handed me my delicious lunch.
"At least I don't wear pink apron in the morning." I scoffed.
"Dick..." He mumbled and removed the pink apron he's wearing.
"Yeah, you suck?" I laughed and ran to my baby, Alexa, my lamborghini, to hide from Zachary's wrath.
"You should be thankful I'm still serving you." He said, irritated, as he signed the guards to open the gates for me.
"I know you love me." I said teasingly and winked at him before starting my car engine.
He didn't say any word. He just pouted and turned his back on me which made me chuckle in nostalgia.
Just like the old times...
15 years ago...
"Zachary-hyung! Can I taste your ice cream?" A five years old Jung Hyung asked to the silent eight years old Zachary
(They are korean btw).
"Sure." Zachary approved and immediately handed his ice cream to the younger.
Jung Hyung's eyes lightened and took a bite at Zachary's ice cream.
"Pwee!" Jung Hyung spitted out the ice cream and accidentally dropped Zachary's ice cream on the floor.
"What kind of flavor was that hyung? Ice cream should be sweet, not bitter!" Jung Hyung complained on Zachary who's attention is on the fallen ice cream.
Jung Hyung noticed what he had done and started sobbing.
"I'm so sorry hyung! I didn't mean to do it!" Eyes getting teary, he hugged Zachary.
"It's alright, I can always buy another one." Zachary said coldly which made Jung Hyung cry more.
"I know it's not alright!" Jung Hyung cried harder.
Zachary laughed really hard at the sight of the crying boy in front of him.
"As I said, It's alright. I will buy another one, okay?" Zachary smiled and reassured the younger.
"R-Really?" Jung Hyung asked, recovering from crying.
"Yeah." Zachary said cooly and took some cash out of his pocket.
"Can you buy me a lollipop? I know y-you love me." Jung Hyung requested a little bit confident.
"No." Zachary coldly said and turned his back on Jung Hyung before heading to the candy section to buy a lollipop for Jung Hyung.
Present.
"Bye Zachary." I bid my farewell and drove off.
Thank you for staying by my side, hyung.
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Kim Seok Jun's Point of View
I eyed the familiar campus I haven't entered for more than a month.
It's been so long...
Eversince that incident happened, I stopped going to school due to the emotions I had to settle.
No one knows why I was gone except for Zhan and my family.
"You missed out a lot Jun. How are you going to talk to your teachers? Are you just gonna enter the room like nothing happened?" Zhan asked with putting his hands on his hips.
"Yhup. Don't worry Zhan, they'll understand." I said reassuringly with a heavy briefcase on my grip.
"Understand my ass, we're almost graduating. I can't afford to let you go back another year again." He said sincerely while looking at me in the eye.
"Trust me." I sighed and dragged him to the janitor's closet.
"I just want the best for you. I don't want to repeat what happened years ag-"
"Shut up." I said coldly—cutting what he's trying to bring up.
A dead memory, shall remain dead.
"I'm sorry." Zhan looked down and immediately apologizes.
"Open the briefcase." I demanded.
Zhan was a little bit hesitant to open the briefcase. I rolled my eyes and gave him a "trust me" look.
He gulped and nodded, opening the briefcase on his grip.
"Oh my god." His jaw dropped in disbelief after seeing what's inside. He accidentally dropped the briefcase-making a pile of cash scatter on the ground.
"Close your mouth before the fly enters." I reminded him as I put the scattered cash back inside the briefcase.
Zhan has gone back to reality and immediately picked up his jaw.
"Bitch the only thing that's gonna enter my mouth is food, drinks and dicks." He said pointing at himself.
"You're such a slut." I gave him a disgusted look and turned my back on him.
"Anyways, we need to go to the principal's office first." I said opening the door of the janitor's closet.
Some people saw me and Zhan leave the janitor's closet together and gave us weird looks while walking on the hall.
Ew, that's not what it looks like.
"Oppa! Can you go to the movies with me later?"
An annoying loud korean voice with a non-korean accent caught my attention.
Minako, the annoying Queen bee and a korean wannabe.
"Sure."
My attention turned to the guy she was asking out and to my surprise, It was that rude guy I met yesterday.
When did he start studying here?
"Zhan," I called and tugged his shirt.
"What?" He asked and turned his attention to me.
"Who's that guy?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, That's Park Jung Hyung." We continued walking.
"The popular transferee who transfered a month ago." He added while getting something on his bag.
"He's really kind, you know. He once helped me copy all the lessons you missed when you were gone." He talked about him in enthusiasm.
"Look," He handed me a small notebook, with our lessons for the past month that's beautifully written.
So UnZhan.
"Your penmanship sucks and you know it. Are you sure he helped you? or you just let him do all the work?" I asked sighing.
"W-Well... he insisted!" He scratched his head trying to make an alibi.
"Whatever." I mumbled.
I need to thank that new transfer guy.
I stared at the new tranfer again who's all smileys—refusing to believe that he and that rude person I met yesterday was the same person.
Is he showing a kind and good facade to hide his real persona? or did I just misjudged him when I first met him?
After all, It's normal to experience a bad day... right?
Park Jung Hyung...
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