Sxnshinebag - Sunshine

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗 | 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

| 𝘈, (𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵) 𝘍 | 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘏𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘔𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴

| 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 |  

↳   𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

↳ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘠/𝘕 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘠/𝘕 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵.  

𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦.  

𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘠/𝘕 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

(𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘯" 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴)

𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 - 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘬)  

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𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷 | 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵

𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Everything was worthless

He heaved a great big sigh

And he went and found a rope

And tied it to the sky

Y/N opened her eyes slowly at the sound of a phone ringing. Was that my phone? She looked to her right to see her phone in the passenger seat. Her hand reached to the other side, not looking with her head lying back. The phone was in front of her face, wincing slightly at the brightness hitting her eyes. It was Jeongguk. . .he called me again. . .What could he want this late? she looked at the top of the screen to see the time—almost midnight. I really fell asleep for a long time. 

It took her a day to get to this hospital, and she decided to take a quick nap before heading in. But it looked like the nap turned into a five-hour sleep. She let out a sigh, turning off her phone. Y/N didn't want to use her phone much, never using it in the first place, but she didn't want it to die. Despite having a charger, it was useless if all these places she was going didn't have electricity. "Maybe he'll call again tomorrow," she spoke out loud, putting her phone in her jean pocket. "I need to get going." she reached the back of the car for her backpack and crossbody bag. 

She exits her vehicle, puts on her two bags, and looks up at the building. "A hospital," she hummed, walking to the door. "Must be abandoned, or else it's got terrible upkeep." Y/N was able to get in with ease through the front door. "What's with him and these creepy places. . ."

The place was very rundown, so hopefully, it was abandoned. It looked like it was. Lights were out, and nobody was there. Very abandoned to her. Y/N looked to the right and saw a reception desk. She walked up to it and saw a pile of maps, grabbing one for future keep. There was an elevator to her right, in the corner, but she couldn't get it to work, and the arrow above it pointed to four. It must be stuck on that floor. 

Going around the desk, Y/N entered the staff room for anything, but she didn't see much. She could open all the lockers, besides the fourth being locked, something to be easily unlocked, and she saw a box lying against the wall. Opening it up, a wooden square piece lies on top. Normally she wouldn't normally stare at this thing for so long, but she felt like it was something she needed to grab. And she did. But there is something she can do besides staring at a wooden piece. A key box is locked with a passcode. Not any passcode, a puzzle. Something she liked to do in her past time, even if it condemned her to be a slight nerd. Y/N pressed the middle button for the buttons around it, a plus sign, and pushed in. And pressing each corner till they were all pushed for a click to tell her it unlocked. 

Inside were an elevator trunk key and a cafeteria key. 

Y/N guessed she was going to the cafeteria on the second floor and the elevator on the fourth floor. But she wanted to explore first instead of going straight to the fourth floor after the cafeteria. She didn't want to think about having to do this key thing again. It was too much pain back at school, but she wasn't surprised at this point. Still a pain, though. 

She left the staff room and tried to open the two doors, but it was locked with a number lock. With not much left, Y/N walked up the staircase to the second floor, starting her way to attempt to open the doors. The first two doors were painted over, but Y/N noticed a nameplate of the cafeteria across the doors. So it wasn't weird looking at the map. The walls in the middle were the cafeteria and not just there for a pathway. She unlocked the cafeteria and entered. 

Two long brown tables against the wall on each side of her. A stack of dirty plates and so many dirty glass cups around. Y/N noticed a dirty teacup with the same wooden square piece with a letter she found in the box. "What?" Y/N mumbled, picking it up and dropping it in her bag. "Could be a puzzle." 

The sound of something falling made her turn around quickly in defense, but she only noticed one blue can standing and red now lying with a slight rolling from the reaction of falling. Or was the standing can green. . .Y/N looked around for any clue, but nothing. She slowly stalked up to the can and crouched down to pick it up. Tilting it, a wire fell out. Thinking back, there was a locked locker in the staff room. A very simple lock she could unlock if she picked it easily with the wire. 

Y/N walked out of the cafeteria and tried to open more doors. All the doors were painted until she stumbled to the two connected doors next to the elevator. Blood was in front of the doors, and a light streak was in the direction of the room. She didn't try to think much of it and went through the doors to see moveable curtains. Separating the ones closest to her, it was a normal bed. The other one hid another normal bed, but the last one hid a bed with writing in blood. 

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"Do not mourn them. Do not avert your eyes. It is happier for them. . . I have saved them."

-

"Them? Who's them?" Y/N questioned, looking away. She didn't want to look at the blood anymore. 

Walking out, the remaining doors were painted over. Y/N most likely didn't need to stop by this room if needed. Walking to the third floor, the first three doors were also painted over. And, according to the map, the room across was the day room. 

Inside the dayroom, fortunately, unlocked, there was nothing strange but an opened book at the far corner table. Y/N blew a raspberry, not wanting to read. But from past experiences, she most likely needs to read as well in this place. 

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"If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life, the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain

                     - Emily Elizabeth Dickinson"

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"That's. . .an interesting quote," Y/N left the book alone, not wanting to think much of it, and looked around the room some more. Magazines seemed normal; the only other thing was the tables and non-working beverage stations. 

Opening the door, one footstep out, there was a really loud yowl from a cat. Y/N walked out more and looked to her right at the door in the corner. The three doors across from her were painted over, so it had to be from that door. She quickly went through, but her skin went slightly green at the sight of a dead cat with two stillborn kittens around it. The mama cat had its stomach cut open, and Y/N slowly walked up to it. "Poor kitty," she mumbled, not being able to look away. "Were these her. . .no doubt. Were they cut out of her stomach? Who could—" she couldn't finish, going down to one knee and letting out a low vibration from her throat. "Poor thing. . .why would you do this?" Y/N wanted to look away, but she really couldn't. But she noticed something in her cut stomach. Was there? Something in the cat's stomach? "Sorry." she reached forward to grab the shape, finally looking away when she felt vomit coming up. 

She had to leave the room quickly, the smell of blood too much. In her shaking, bloody hand laid a blood key. Was this even worth it? Y/N smeared the blood on her jeans, rubbing the key after. She tried to see if there was a label, but it was smeared off. 

Keep going. she told herself. 

Y/N gave herself a few breathers before she continued. And the remaining doors were painted over. That only gave her the fourth floor. Her first notice was dried fluid next to the first door, looking like vomit. Not much thought was given to it as she walked around it to move the handle. It was unlocked, so she walked through.

It was a room with a dirty bed, dresser, and a seat. For a split second, Y/N swore to herself that she saw a shadow sitting on that chair. But there was nothing, and a scrap of notebook paper lay in the corner. She looked at the seat a little more before going to the paper, getting back up to her feet. 

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"I sat in the chair and watched the bed like always. Only there was no one in the bed anymore.

What have I accomplished? I could only watch my family scream. . . I still can't answer that question."

-

"It's. . .his notebook," Y/N confirmed to herself, looking at the rule that was the same as the others. "No doubt, he was here. But is he still here now?" she looked at the bed and then the chair. "Was this the room someone close to him died?"

It's possible. She still believed she saw a shadow, even if it was for a split second. 

Y/N left the room while placing the paper in her bag, looking for more doors. The door across the three was the counseling room, but it was locked. And the next three doors were painted over. But it was the fourth floor, so she could finally enter the elevator. Using the elevator trunk key, Y/N found an AED.

And the remaining doors were painted over. How surprising. Y/N jogged down the staircase to the third floor. She was about to go to the second floor but heard a kid singing. "What—" Y/N made her fast walk into the dayroom, and there really was a kid. He was dancing around to his little song. She didn't want to alarm him, so she slowly walked up to him. But he noticed her already and jumped back away from her. Y/N went down to one knee to try and meet his height. "What are you doing here?" her head tilted lightly. The kid stayed quiet. "Are your mom and dad not around? Did you. . .come here alone?" the kid stayed silent. Y/N looked at him a little more, seeing how he looked so much like Jeongguk when he was a kid. "Are you. . .mute, perhaps?"

"Mama said. . .not to talk to strangers," his gentle voice spoke out. 

Very adorable, but this isn't really the time to fond over this kid. "Well, then I'll introduce myself," Y/N placed her hand on her chest. "I'm Y/N. I'm twenty-six years old. I live kind of far from here. My hobby is. . .watching baseball, I guess."

The boy lightened up at the mention of the sport. "I like baseball too!" he gleamed. It would explain his baseball cap and "Cardinals" jersey with black pants and sneakers. "Mama gave me a glove, so I play every Saturday."

"Whoa! I'm jealous," Y/N smiled back, trying to match his emotions. "So, what's your name, little guy?"

"Bunny!" 

Y/N blinked, wondering if she heard him correctly. "Bunny? That's your name?"

"Yeah," Bunny nodded. "Mama says my smile remembers a bunny!" he gave her a wide smile. "See?!" 

Wow, this kid really does resemble Jeongguk. A secret love child of some sort? She wouldn't be shocked. "I see," she accepted the fact of this kid's name. "Where is your mama, Bunny?" the kid shrugged after a few seconds. "You don't know? Did you not come here with her?"

"Well," he extended the word out, rolling on his feet. "We were going back home, and I was walking right by mama, then she went to get something she forgot. I didn't want to wait outside, so I came in here to sing. But mama hasn't come back."

"So you got lost," Y/N declared, more for herself than for Bunny. "Is your house close to here?"

Bunny let out a sound in thinking. "My house is close to school, but you can't see school from here. . .so I guess it's probably far. . ."

"Right," Y/N blew out a little air. "You're really something to have waited here all alone." she looked at Bunny before at the ground. Great, a kid lost late at night. She thought. I think there's a sheriff's office nearby. . .maybe I should take him there. "Hey, Bunny. It's scary in the dark, isn't it? How about you go with me to Mr. Policeman?" the kid stayed quiet, and Y/N moved up to her feet. "Okay, let's go."

"No!" Bunny rejected the idea, taking a step back. 

Y/N gave him a look of confusion. What does he mean no? "What's wrong, Bunny?" she asked. "I'll have Mr. Policeman show you a patrol car! Don't you want to come along?"

"I'm not scared of the dark!" Bunny yelled, giving her a pouty face. "I'm a big boy! You're the scaredy-cat, aren't you?!"

And he ran out. "Bunny!" she reached out for him and sighed. "Better go chase him—then again, maybe his mom'll find him. I don't wanna be questioned by the sheriff anyway. . ."

She went out of the room and ran down to the first floor, and she walked to the staff room and messed with the lock with the wire she got from the can from earlier.  The only thing useful here was a note about a number lock. Well, wasn't that a coincidence? Y/N kept the note in her hand and walked out of the staff room and to the locked door. Looking over it, she noticed something when about to put in the passcode. "Is this lock battery operated? It's not working, so the batteries must be dead. Well, the place is abandoned." she dug for the AED in her bag. The battery shows it at about half a charge. She opened the lid and took out the battery, and replaced the old battery in the lock with it. 

After a few moments of its functioning, Y/N pressed in the code.

4489

Y/N walked through the day, trying to prepare herself to explore more space. It was too good to be true when she unlocked all the doors besides the counseling room. But she thought that room was just locked with a key thrown away. She went into the first room she saw, one of the three staff rooms, and noticed something right away on two of the desks. The table to the left had a very heavy-looking hammer, something heavier than what she had at the school. There's no way she'd carry it around. But it definitely would be useful. Y/N walked up to the other table, and it was the key to the counseling room. I really need to stop thinking. She scolded herself. The moment she thought there was no key or if the key was thrown away, she found it a minute later. 

Well, now she is walking up the stairs to the fourth floor and unlocking the counseling room. Through the curtains that she stumbled upon, she saw shadows of two people. She quickly walked around, but there was no one there—only a table with two chairs across each other. Looking through the room, only two diaries were in the far bookcase. 

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12/3, 3:35 PM Tape 15 Subject: Visitor A (Guarantor for relative in room 409)

Contents: A visited after sudden change in patient's condition. Patient was hospitalized upon identified brain illness. Surgery deemed necessary due to declining health.

The patient still thinks herself healthy, which causes A a great deal of distress. Her memories of A are also vague. A sought counseling on how to cope.

The patient misunderstands it as A abandoning her. She cries and screams, her mind unstable. Counseling will likely continue for both.

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12/10, 8:20 AM Tape 16 Subject: A (Guarantor for relative in room 409)

A visited after the patient's death. He lamented that, given she was going to die, he couldn't watch over her at home.

He stated that living in itself is not happy.  So if life is agony, then wanting death is unavoidable.

. . .Should I refuse him as a doctor, or tolerate it as a person of dignity? I wish he would come back here, but unfortunately, I can't force him."

-

"I wonder if this kind of thing happens a lot," Y/N spoke to herself, closing the diary after picking up the psychiatry key that lay on top of the page and putting it back in the case.

There was nothing left in this room, so she went back to the clinic side of the hospital and checked the other two doors she didn't check when unlocking the door. The door in the middle was the director's office, which looked very nice despite being messy. Dirty curtains slightly divide the room of the first half, with a table decorated with artificial flowers and sofas on each side and empty shovels on each side. Very pretty.

On the other side, there was a desk with a small table and a locked safe on the other side. on top of the desk were a wooden box with six empty square holes, a folded piece of paper, and an open diary next to it. 

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"I received a puzzle box the other day. Rather interesting thing; to open it, you have to arrange letter pieces to form a word.

Of course, I made the keyword my favorite word. That irreplaceable thing which always makes me happy just to say. . . In fact, I should show the box to my daughter.

Unbelievable! When I showed my daughter the puzzle box, she hid all the pieces! But what's inside isn't something you use every day, so it's not a huge deal. . .

She actually gave me hints on where they are, but I can't find any. Maybe when I have time."

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"Is that this paper?" Y/N picked up the paper and unfolded it. 

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Flowers are nice Wash your hands! Where do you have lunch? Give me a call The nurses know Get close to the sky!

-

Thinking about it. The third hint had Y/N grabbing the piece she found in the dirty teacup. Putting it near the box, Y/N saw how the wood was the same. Placing it in a random spot, it matched the hole with ease. But the first hint, there were artificial flowers in this room. She quickly went around the curtains and moved the flowers around gently, seeing the same wooden piece.

An A piece. 

Y/N placed the piece in a random spot in the box and left the room, folding the paper and setting it in her bag. Between the doors of the director's room and the elevator was a green board with a map of the outpatient clinic hanging. Score. Y/N grabbed the map and folded it up, and stuffed it into the bag. 

The elevator, emergency escape, and bathrooms were locked with broken locks. It didn't give her much choice but to go upstairs. She saw the staircase to the basement but automatically avoided it from recent experiences. Y/N entered the first door to her left, the pediatrics room, and stopped to see Bunny dancing around. "There you are, Bunny," she breathed out in relief, walking up to him as he turned around to her voice. "Don't you know not to wander off alone?"

"I can handle the dark fine!" Bunny pouted, crossing his arms. "I told you, I'm a big boy! I'm not gonna cry like some baby!"

She started at him a little more, going down to her knees. "Wow, you sure do seem brave, Bunny," she praised lightly. "I have to admire that!" Bunny's face lightened with a giggle. "You're as brave as Iron Man! I'm kind of scared of walking in the dark, but here I am looking for someone." she put the back of her hand on her forehead with drama. "If only there were someone here I could depend on! Just my luck—"

"Okay! I'll go with you, miss Y/N!" Bunny cut her off. 

"Whoa! Really?!" she placed her hands on her chest. "Wow, what a relief! Thanks! I feel so much safer with you here, Bunny!"

Bunny jumped a little on his feet. "I'll protect you miss Y/N!" he promised with another giggle. Y/N gave him a smile. We'll stick together until his mother shows up. If she doesn't. . .sheriff's office it is. Y/N stood up and held her hand out to him. Bunny grabbed her hand, hands somehow like a puzzle piece with the two. "Miss Y/N! I measured myself the other day!" he pointed at the height measurer that lay against the wall. I'm up to three feet! What about you, miss Y/N?"

"I think I'm. . .around Y/H," Y/N answered, trying to think about her last visit to the doctor besides her mother's appointments. 

The two exit the room, hand in hand. The other two rooms were painted over, and the bathrooms were busted. There was a hallway with their rooms, but they were all normal, but she'll probably look at them again if they were all unlocked. Every unlocked room had something. Going up to the third floor, a public phone was right next to the staircase. "Miss Y/N! There's something in there!" Bunny pulled her to the public phone when she tried to get to the door. 

Y/N reached her finger into the change slot and felt something. Taking it out, it was an F piece. "Thank you, Bunny," Y/N ruffled Bunny's hair, being careful with the piece, and dropped it in a small pocket in the bag. 

She continued to look through her bag for the hints and read through them again. Maybe the bathrooms had something when she read, "Was your hands." The men's bathroom was unlocked, and Y/N looked at the sink. "I'm really thirsty," Bunny whined lightly, shaking Y/N's arm. "Can I have a drink?"

"Not this," Y/N shook her head, letting go of Bunny's hand to remove her backpack. "Here." she took out one of the many water bottles she stored and handed it to Bunny. She drank a little but didn't want to open another in case she needed it. Bunny grabbed the bottle and raised took a long sip. He almost dropped it, but Y/N caught it, keeping it leveled and removing it when noticing he was drinking too much. "Better?" 

"Waaaay, better," Bunny wipes his mouth with the collar of his jersey. The water bottle was placed back into her backpack and putting it on. Y/N grabbed Bunny's hand before leaving and going into the women's bathroom, and she looked straight into the sink. "Hey, there's somethin' over there!" 

He was right; there was an A piece. "You have such eyesight," Y/N lightly complimented, dropping the piece into the small pocket with the other. There were five in total and one more. But the one with the stars may take her a while if it's hidden outside. 

Bunny shook Y/N's arm again. "Miss Y/N, I have to go," he told her. 

She looked at him. "Did I give you too much water?" she asked him. "I'm sorry." she looked over at the stalls. "This is the girls' room, so you should technically go to the boys' one. Not sure if it'll flush, though." Y/N helped him out of the bathroom and opened the boy's bathroom door for him to enter. "Come out once you're done, okay?"

"Okay!" Bunny nodded, closing the door for Y/N. 

Y/N leaned against the wall, waiting for Bunny. But he was taking a little too long for a kid. "Hey, Bunny!" she called out. "You okay in there!" 

"Hang ooon!" Bunny yelled back. And after a little bit, there was a jiggle of the door. "Huh? I can't open the door!" 

"What?" Y/N was holding the handle of the door in a split second, trying to pull it. "I-It really won't open." she tried to open the door a few times. "Did that door just break or what?"

The sound of Bunny crying entered the atmosphere, Y/N's heart clenching a little bit. "Miss Y/N. . .I can't get out. Am I going to be stuck here forever?" he asked through his sobs. 

"It's okay, Bunny!" Y/N quickly ensured, not wanting him to have any more negative thoughts. "I'll get you out right away—" she cut herself off, putting her hands on the wall all around to see if anything was hollow and easy to break. None. Y/N ran into the girls' room and did the same thing before seeing a crack in the middle of the wall that divided the two bathrooms. "There." 

If she remembered correctly, there was a very heavy hammer in the first room she entered on this side of the hospital. She ran down, almost falling to the ground from how fast she was going, and burst through the doors to pick up the hammer she saw already. Damn, this really is heavy. She grunted, picked the hammer up more over her shoulder, and went as fast as she could up the stairs with a heavy hammer. A screech in the air made Y/N almost fall back down the stairs at the shock. "Bunny?!" she didn't hesitate to enter the girls' room. "Bunny! Get away from the wall. I'm going to break through!" she slammed the hammer so many times on the wall until it finally broke down. Going through, Bunny was nowhere. She looked to the left at the door of the only stall, opening it to see Bunny crying. "Bunny? Hey, what's wrong? What happened?"

"No, no, nooo!" Bunny huddled himself more in the corner, eyes still shut tight and arms hiding his face. "Don't come near me! I'm scared!"  

"Bunny!" Y/N called to him gently, going to her knees. "It's okay! It's me, Y/N!" 

At the name, Bunny removed his arms from his face and opened his eyes. "Miss. . .Y/N?" tears formed more, and he sobbed heavily, running into her arms. 

"Bunny, are you okay?" She slightly removed him from her to look over him. "Are you hurt?" Bunny didn't give her time to look as he clung himself onto her again. "Seriously, what happened?"

"I-I. . .I was waiting for you, miss Y/N," he began, still crying with heavy tears, stuttering through his sentences. "A. . .and then I-I turned around. . .and there was a guy there! And he. . .he tried to get me!" Y/N paused from rubbing his back but kept going to let him go on. "His neck was. . .all I'm. . .and he was grinning! He looked at me and said, 'found you!' I was so scared; I hid in here!"

It's him. Y/N bit her lip to keep herself from shaking in anger. So he followed me here, too? Dammit. . .why Bunny and not me? She can't think right now. She has to calm Bunny down, who keeps repeating how he was so scared. "It's okay now, Bunny," she hushed, patting his back comforting. "You did well for yourself. I'm proud of you." she kept patting his back, hushing him gently. If he's here, then I can't let Bunny stay here. I'll have to take him to the police. Y/N tried to remove Bunny from her, but he didn't let her. "Bunny, shouldn't we go to Mister Policeman? It's dark and dangerous around here. I'll take you there. It'll be okay. . ."

"No!" Bunny dug himself more into Y/N. "I'm staying with miss Y/N! I'm waiting for mama!" 

"Bunny," Y/N said with a slightly scolding tone. "Please, don't be selfish. I'm sure your mama went to the police too—"

"No!" he yelled again. "Mama said to wait here! So I know she's going to come to find me! And I'll wait for her 'cause I'm tough!" 

Y/N huffed out a breath. If I can't find him here soon. . .and if Bunny's mom doesn't show, then I'll have to take him to the sheriff. She thought. Bunny sure won't like that, though. . .boy, this is getting troublesome. I hope she just shows up soon. Her hands moved to rub his arms, comforting him. "Alright, Bunny," she surrendered. "We'll wait to get a little longer, okay? So hey, don't cry. You're a big boy, right?

Bunny sniffled and rubbed his eyes. "D-Don't tell mama. . .that I cried," he asked lowly. "Mama hates when I cry. . .she gets mad."

He finally separated from Y/N, who crossed her heart. "I won't tell a soul," she promised. "We should get going now—"

"Can you carry me?" Bunny's big E/C eyes widened with a plead. Y/N's breath hitched, trying not to coo at how cute he was. "Mama sometimes carries me to cheer me up. And. . .you look like mama." Y/N's heart clenched a little more. 

"Alright, come here," Y/N caved in easily, putting her hands under Bunny's armpits and picking him up while getting up to her feet. Bunny easily melted into her body, head on her shoulder and his small hand on her chest. Y/N kept in a grunt from picking Bunny up, his weight adding onto her backpack and bag. But she already did it—don't want to put him down already and have him complain. 

She adjusted him and went into the second door when the first one was painted over. Right as they entered, Bunny pointed at an embryo model. "A baby?" he guessed and then giggled. "It looks like a monkey!" 

"Well, babies are kinda like that," Y/N muttered, moving around the room for anything. 

There was nothing much but machines and books. On the other side of the bed, she looked over at the wooden small shelves and noticed something in the back of the top left shelf. It was a small key.

And every door was painted over beside the three rooms in the small hallway and a locked door that contained a three-number code. Y/N made her way upstairs, and right away, a scrap of notebook paper lay on the ground. She put down Bunny, quietly telling him that she'll pick him up in a second so that she could grab the paper and read. 

-

"My mother told me I was born here. She called it a place of happiness. . . But for me, it's a place of regret.

I wish I could kill my child self. Back when I was pure. . . When I still thought everyone loved me. . ."

-

"What does it say, miss Y/N?" Bunny asked, looking at the paper. 

Y/N quickly tilted the paper away from Bunny's eyes. "Something not needed for your cute eyes," she spoke fast, placing it in her bag with the other papers and picking Bunny back up. The first two doors were painted over, but the third was the psychiatry door she unlocked after fishing out the key. 

She went around the curtains, and the first thing she saw was an open diary. Most likely a psychiatrist's diary.

-

"John Smith is dead. It appears he hung himself.

I was no help at all, it seems. . .

All I got, in the end, was his suicide note."

-

The book was closed before Bunny could lean down and look at the book. Though there was a note on the page, having her grabbing it before the book closed fully.

-

"It's chasing me. No matter where I go. I can't ever escape. So I've decided to die.

But I realized. . .It's grinning. In fact, it's grinning behind me right now.

It's been waiting for me to do this. This is what it was chasing me for. But now, I'll be free from it.

Doctor, please take care. It might start to follow you next. There's no point in running. Because it's always at someone's back.

Goodbye. Thank you for everything, doctor. You were the only one who showed sympathy."

-

Y/N felt heavy, slowly putting the note over the book and flipping it upside down. Her breath was shaky, and she tried to keep the tears back from blinking them out. She had to take a few seconds to pick herself back up and go over to the board under the unmoving clock. A memo. 

Three rows, all three made into three boxes. 2, 3, 4. The one under the number two had the second box circled, labeled "bed." The middle one under the number three had the first box circled and labeled "trash." And the last row, under the number for the last box, was circled and labeled "board." And that's when Y/N snapped her finger the moment she looked over this a couple of times. The thin hallways on every floor looked normal. "Can you hold this for me?" Y/N asked, ripping the memo off the board and handing it to Bunny. 

"Of course, miss Y/N!"  Bunny was quick to grab the memo in his hands and kept it in Y/N's view. Y/N chuckled at the little boy's silliness and walked out of the room and into the hallway. 

Looking at the paper, the three boxes most likely meant the last door at the end. She still looked at all the rooms to see they were identical. No wonder this was a memo. Y/N noticed the board in the last room to be the most filled up. She looked through the paper one by one, tearing them down till there was nothing. And there was nothing but a big number six on the board. Y/N looked back at the memo Bunny was still trying to keep shoved into her face and saw the third floor next. 

Closest room, knocking over the trashcan, a number one was written on the bottom. 

In the middle room, under the bed, the number seven was written on the ground.  Bunny didn't like that Y/N put him down, but she grabbed his hand. A kid has wants despite the situation they're in. Kids are weird. Y/N commented in her head, embedding the numbers right after. But again, we were all like this before. Once or twice. 

But what was "716" for? 

She could only think of that locked door leading to the emergency. It was a three-digit code, but this is a bit fast to figure out the code. . .right? Well, nothing seems to make sense. And it was a good thing Y/N decided not to hold Bunny because they had to go back up the stairs. Of course, she was currently pulling him back up to his feet from tripping on the stairs up—she doesn't know how he did that—but it beat her tired arms. 

The door unlocked after taking a bit long to register the code to be correct, and it was only a staircase to the top. Y/N wasn't allowed to think about going downstairs with it being covered by heavy bags, and she wasn't able to unlock the doors from the inside into the floors above. So she was only able to get to this door that was tightly covered by thick wires. Not even pliers would be strong enough. Not that she has pliers. "What now, miss Y/N?" Bunny asked, tapping on Y/N's thigh. 

"I guess we find something strong enough for these wires," Y/N answered. She didn't see any rooms to have chemicals. Maybe that room with the hammer had some chemicals in those drawers. She still had a small key. It could be something to unlock those. And there was a basement she still had yet to see. After what she went through in the hotel and the school, Y/N really wanted to stay away from basements, but it looks like she has to do it for a third time. "Come on, Bunny." Y/N held her hand out for Bunny, and the little boy grabbed it without a thought. 

They went down the stairs and down to the first floor into the staff room. Y/N dug out the small key to try and unlock the top two. They did unlock, but nothing. After another two attempts, Y/N could only find a key to the chemical room. Which, without a doubt, was in the basement. "Another key!" 

"Yep," Y/N sulked, getting up to her feet and exiting the room. Bunny followed after her with his fast legs to grab her hand. He gave her a little glare. Y/N chuckled, giving him a sorry glace. She helped him down the stairs to the basement, and the first door showed the label of the chemical room. 

Did she mention that she didn't want to be down here? "There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile!" Bunny randomly sang out, having Y/N turn to face him. Well. Now she doesn't want to be in here anymore. "He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile! He bought a crooked cat! Which caught a crooked mouse! And they all lived together! In a crooked little house!" 

"There Was a Crooked Man, huh?" Y/N spoke up when Bunny finished singing, which was the moment they stepped into the basement. 

Bunny nodded. "Mama taught it to me," he informed with a happy glint in his eyes when he mentioned his mother. "I like to sing, so I sing lots! And I like that song!" 

"I actually learned it as a kid, too," Y/N told him, seeing his excitement double. "But I didn't like it very much." And the excitement dropped, the boy asking her why. "It just. . .felt like a sad song to me. The guy's been crooked his whole life, and all he's got around him is crooked stuff. I was scared to think, what if I was a crooked man?" she had a hand brought up to her hand unconsciously and realized it when Bunny was giving her a confused look. She was ranting to a child. "Only when I was a kid, of course." she removed her hand to cover her mouth with a cough. 

"I don't get it, miss," Bunny admits softly. "But sorry for singing a sad song."

"N-No, it just reminded me of that," Y/N shook her hand toward him. "You're a good singer, Bunny. Do you sing with your mama?"

"Yeah!" And the happy, excited Bunny was back. "Mama likes to sing too! It's fun to sing with her! Do you sing too, Y/N?" 

She thought about the time she would sing with. . .No, not now. "No, I'm no good," she said. Y/N didn't know if that was a lie or not. Her friends would say she was good, and so did he, but she personally didn't know. Only went by what others thought. "You're better off not hearing me try." she looked over at the door with the label. "Let's continue."

Y/N unlocked the door and had to take a double step back from the strong smell of chemicals hitting her in the face. Bunny reacted a little more dramatically, yelling out loud how it smells and digging his face into Y/N's leg after making loud sounds of gagging. Drama queen. Y/N hid her face from Bunny's view to keep a laugh and finally entered the room to have Bunny ripped away from her leg. He grabbed her hand again when she walked up to an open book lying on the small desk tucked in the corner by the door. 

-

"That newbie Steve made a fine mess!  He spilled some hydrogen bromide made a hole in the wall! I TOLD him that stuff could eat through iron. . . He'd better pay me back for this!"

-

"Hydrogen bromide it is," Y/N muttered.

"Let's go find some hidey-gen!" Bunny said, tugging Y/N to look through the chemicals. 

There was no heart in her to tell him the correct pronunciation and let him drag her around till she took control and looked at the back left corner of chemicals when there was no luck on the other shelves. "Zin, ethanol, oxy dol, mercury," Y/N mumbled, reading through and her free hand pointing at every chemical she saw to not get lost. "Even I know these names. . ." and that's when she saw what she was pointing at. "Oh, here we go! Hydrogen bromide!" her hand grabbed the chemical, staring at it before closing the safety glass. "Have to be careful with this."

Looking over to the kid, she told herself to be extra careful. 

And she successfully brought the chemical to the door. Bunny stood back from her instructions as she opened the bottle and carefully poured it over the thick wires. The sizzling was showing her that it was working. This is kinda fun. She admits to herself, enjoying the reactions in front of her eyes. It reminds me of a science experiment. There was no way she would say this out loud in front of Bunny in case he wanted to come close and try to see it. 

Bunny did make the sound when the wire melted, and the remaining fell to the floor. 

The bottle was now empty, so she set it by the door, not needing it anymore. "It's safe to come out," Y/N told Bunny, opening the door wide for Bunny to run through. 

And he did. 

"Yay! We're outside!" Bunny cheered, running around the roof with his arms out and flapping them like wings. Y/N stared at him with a warm smile, feeling like she was watching herself when she was a kid. 

"Don't run too fast, Bunny," Y/N finally called after him, walking to him when he got near the edge with iron fences that are very low for a kid like Bunny to easily jump over. "You might trip."

But it was like Bunny didn't hear her. "I can't see mama from here," he had a hand above his eyes and looked around. "She must still be looking for that thing she lost. I hope she comes to find me soon. . ."

"She'll be here soon. I'm sure," Y/N was quick to ensure, walking beside him to place a hand on his cap. "You sure love your mama, huh, Bunny?"

"Yeah," and at the mention of his mother, Bunny looked up at Y/N with a happy look in his eyes and bunny teeth peeking through. "Mama's the best! Do you like your ma'am, miss Y/N?"

"Yeah, I've got to love my mama," Y/N said after a few seconds but quickly corrected herself. "I mean, my mother." this kid was really rubbing off on her. "Family is important."

"My mama's nice, but she's scary when she's mad. . ," he shivered dramatically. "Is your mama nice?"

"I'm home!" Y/N yelled out, entering the house. "Are you feeling better, mom?" she noticed her mother sitting in her favorite chair in the living. Watching whatever came on. "Did you go to the hospital?"

"Welcome home, Sunshine!" Her mother greeted her when looking over at the open door. "It's just a cold, don't blow it out of proportion." Y/N sighed, placing a hand on her mother's shoulder and calling her name in a scolding manner. "I feel a lot better after getting some rest. There's really no good side to being feeble. . .I'm sorry to always cause you trouble."

"Don't worry about it," Y/N shook her mother's words, kissing the top of her mother's head. "We're just a family of two. . .of course, we have to help each other."

Her mother let out a gentle laugh. "You're so kind," she complimented, not seeing Y/N's worried look. "Say, how is it going with Jeongguk? He hasn't come by here lately."

". . .We haven't met much because of work," Y/N answered, going simple with the question. "Though I'd like to talk with him more about the future and all that."

"He must be anxious," Her mother declared after a thought. "It's a big event in a man's life. Make sure to support him, will you?"

"What about the woman?" Y/N deadpanned, and the two let out a laugh together. But she stopped when hearing her mother wheeze after laughing. "Are you sure you're not in pain, mom? You don't look very well. . .get some sleep. I can make my own meals."

"I'm glad to have such a kind daughter," Her mother reached and cupped her daughter's cheek. "Thank you, Sunshine."

"Yes, she's very kind," Y/N spoke, realizing she was back in reality after reminiscing about her mother. "She always cared about me. . ."

"You better get home soon, miss Y/N!" Bunny giggled. "Your mama must be really worried!"

Y/N felt the tips of her lips go up in a tight smile. "I suppose you're right," she said. "Same reason why yours will show up soon. So just wait with me until then."

Bunny nodded at her and kept running around. He is enjoying his time out here before Y/N brings him back inside. Y/N shook her head at the kid and noticed an old newspaper slightly moving from the light breeze of the night sky. She picked it up and saw the main title. A psychiatrist had taken their own life. 

-

"Early this morning, a doctor employed at the general hospital was found dead by a nurse from the same hospital. He was hanged, so police are deeming it a suicide. . ."

-

"Dark," Y/N commented, dropping the newspaper and rubbing her thighs to keep the bad luck from the newspaper from her. 

She looked around the flat roof, remembering the hint for the last piece, and noticed a leader on the side of the wall. It was climbable. Y/N climbed to the small roof and saw the last piece. "Okay, Bunny! We can head back down." 

"Already?!" Bunny yelled back, waiting for Y/N to climb back down. He had stopped in his tracks of running around when she called out his name. 

"Already," Y/N repeated, opening the door for Bunny to go through. 

As much as he didn't want to go back in, he went through by the look Y/N gave him. 

Y/N pat his head before holding his hand, the two going to the third floor and leaving the hallway quietly. But it wasn't quiet when going through the door to the main hallway of the floor. "Miss—"

He was hushed, Y/N focusing on the sound of something being eaten. As if it was chewy and wet from the sound of the item getting torn apart by someone's teeth. Y/N knew the only unlocked door was the room with the embyro model. She pulled Bunny behind her, and the two slowly trailed to the door, slowly opening it to keep the attention off of them. 

Looking around the curtains to see the similar bloody back of the crooked neck figure. The head and shoulders were bouncing, but it was no doubt this thing was eating something. But what was—Y/N's face paled up. "It's. . .eating the embryo model," Y/N felt sick. 

But she didn't know she said that aloud. The monster stopped and turned around, tearing a piece of the embryo model and dropping it. The piece hung from his lip until it fell out after roaring at them. Y/N let go of Bunny to cover her ears from the loudness, but that only gave the monster an advantage. It ran up to her at lightning speed, grabbing her and throwing her against the wall between the dirty whiteboard and metal desk. 

He seriously threw me across the room! Y/N was shocked but only focused on the sight of the monster. "Miss Y/N!" Bunny yelled out, running around the corner to look at Y/N in her current state. The monster turned to look at the kid, now between him and Y/N. "N-No. . .no! S-Stay away!" 

Bunny ran off, but the monster chased after him. "Bunny!" Y/N moved to get to one knee but groaned. "N-Not now. . .I got to. . .chase that monster!" Y/N staggered up to her feet, almost falling. "My head. . ." she reached up but flinched at the slight touch to her head. "I'm bleeding. . .so. . .dizzy." she went as fast as she could with a possible concussion she had gotten seconds ago by the monster. Going against the wall for support, she opened the door and went through. 

Y/N kept using the wall for support as she slowly got to the staircase and went up to the fourth floor. Almost fell a few times, but she successfully got up again and saw the monster between her and— "Bunny!" she yelled, ignoring the sting of the head from how loud she spoke. 

It crept up to Bunny, who was sniffing with light sobs. "No. . ," he cried. "I don't want to. . .stay away—stay away!"

She had to do something quickly, turning around to find something quickly. Y/N saw a fire extinguisher by the staircase. This will have to do for now. The vision was hazing colors, but she kept going to grab the object. Y/N tried to be fast, getting close to the monster. The fire extinguisher was raised over her head. "Get away from Bunny!" Y/N yelled, slamming the fire extinguisher onto the monster. 

"Miss Y/N!" Bunny called out, the monster stumbling away from them. 

Y/N moved to Bunny, hiding him behind her. The monster growled at her and ran off. She kept her eyes on the monster until it was out of view. She knelt at Bunny's height, facing him. "Bunny," she called out. "You're not. . .hurt?"

"I'm not!" Bunny shook his head, trying to get rid of the tears. "I'm sorry, miss Y/N! It, it was my fault. . .that you. . .you got hurt, miss Y/N!"

"It's okay," Y/N gave him a painful smile. "Not your. . .fault. . .didn't do. . .anything wrong—"

And the vision blackened. 

".It's not your fault. Don't be distraught. Maybe I shouldn't say this, but. . .This kind of thing happens all the time. If we had noticed a little sooner. . ."

It wasn't known how long she was out, but she woke up to Bunny sobbing loudly. Y/N groaned, fluttering her eyes open and pushing herself between her calves. Her first instinct was to grasp her head, but she winced. "Head still hurts," she spoke, voice slightly breaking. "Stupid monster. . ."

"Miss Y/N!" Bunny yelled, running into Y/N. She groaned but didn't push him away. "Are you really okay?!"

"I'm fine, Bunny," Y/N said, rubbing Bunny's back. "You're not hurt?" he shook his head against her collarbone. "I'll be fine too. Sorry for worrying you. . .looks like that monster went away." she tried to push him away to look at his face, but he stayed against her. "Bunny?"

His sobs went loud again. "I. . .I want my mama," he sobbed. "I don't like the monsters. . .I don't like the dark. . ."

"Bunny," Y/N sighed, rubbing the boy's back again. "Should we go to the police? I'm sure your mother's there. . .so. . ."

Another shake against her collarbone. "I. . .I told mama I'd wait. Mama said she was proud of me. . .so I'll. . .I'll wait for her," he kept staying close to her, tightening his arms around her neck. "Mama wouldn't lie. . .she's going to come for me! So I have t wait here!"

He really should be with the police. Y/N thought to herself, keeping her hand moving to soothe the boy. But he just won't listen. . .and if I try to force him, he'll just run. . .I'll give it a little more time. Then I'll force him to go if I have to. I do wonder what his mom's doing, though. Leaving her son behind like this. . .I can't believe some people. . .and what's that monster up to? He was chasing me before, but now he's just after Bunny. I don't think I can possibly know. I just need to protect him from being attacked. Maybe I should find a weapon somewhere. 

"You're a good kid, Bunny," Y/N praised. "Putting up with all this. . .you're really great. I bet your mama's really glad. Hold out a little more, okay? I'll stay with you."

"N-No more monster?" Bunny asked, separating from Y/N a little to look up at her. 

"I. . .can't say," Y/N spoke to him in honesty. "But I'll protect you if there are. So don't wander away from me, okay?"

"Okay!" Bunny removed his arms from her neck and grabbed her hand. "I'll stay with you, miss!"

Y/N smiled at him and got up to her feet. Hands connected, they walked down to the first floor and into the director's office. She put the last piece with the others and looked between all six to figure out what word this all made. Something that was important. . .

Family.

That word felt a little foreign to her, but she put them in the order they had to be. Reminiscing right now isn't what she needs. And thinking hurts. The box unlocked, and Y/N opened it to see a key to the safe. Y/N walked over to the safe and unlocked it. Opening the safe, a loaded revolver with more ammo. Now she has something to protect Bunny. 

She got up to her feet and loaded it fully, only a few bullets inside while walking to the door. Y/N pushed the door open with the side of her arm, still looking at the gun. But that wasn't ideal, as she got pushed down to the ground. "Miss Y/N!" Bunny yelled, turning around at what pushed her. "M-Monster!" that was the reason?! "M-Miss Y/N, help!" 

Y/N growled, grabbing the gun that had skidded a few inches away from her. "This monster's persistent," she commented under her breath, pointing the weapon at the creature. "Bunny! Over here!" 

"Noo," Bunny shook in his shoes, not looking at Y/N. His eyes on fixated on the creature. "I'm scared of monsters! I don't want to. . .I don't want to. . ."

And he ran off. "Bunny!" she reached out but chased after. They had gotten out of her view a little bit, but she kept up to see them up on the roof. The monster walks close to Bunny. 

"No, no, no, no, no!" Bunny was walking backward, holding his arms out. "Stay away! Miss Y/N, help!" 

Y/N raised the gun at the monster. "Over here, Bunny!" she called out. "Don't let it get near!" Bunny tried to walk around the monster, but it kept staying between the two. Bunny cried out for Y/N for help. "Dammit. . .it really is after Bunny! Why?" she licked her lip, keeping the gun pointed at the monster. "Bunny! Listen! Don't let it catch you! Run away! I'll take care of it!"

"Okay!" 

Bunny began to run around, but the monster kept going for the chase. Y/N had to move around, too, shooting carefully at the monster. Even if it was shot and roaring out, it kept going after Bunny. It kept going as if it wasn't shot, only slowing down and chasing with blood pouring out of its body. Ten shots in, it still wouldn't slow down.

Until she was able to reach for Bunny and pull him behind her, the monster tried to go after it, but Y/N pointed the gun at its head. "This is the end," Y/N promised the monster, moving the gun around to keep it at bay. "Don't come near Bunny again, monster!" She shot at the monster before pushing him over the low iron fence. The adrenaline left her when the monster was no longer heard from its echo yells and the sound of something hitting the ground. "I don't know how many times I shot it. . .but not even it could survive that." she dropped the gun beside her, not wanting to push anything, and turned to Bunny. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. . .but it's all okay now." she saw tears falling heavily down his cheeks. "Bunny? What's wrong? Were you hurt?"

"Why?" Bunny asked, voice quiet. "I-It's so scary. But I. . .I keep hanging in there. . .and. . .I just want to go home. . .so why won't mama come?" he raised his hands in an attempt to get rid of the tears, but more replaced. "Does mama. . .hate me?" he choked out a sob. "Mama hates me. . .so she'll never come back for me. . .I'm just an unwanted kid." Y/N's eyes widened at his words. She took a step toward him, but he took a step back. "I'm going to Mister Policeman."

She stayed in her spot, not wanting to do anything wrong. "I see, okay," she finally responded. "I'll go with you—"

"I'm fine!" he yelled over her.  "I can go there myself!"

"Bunny, you shouldn't be alone late at night," Y/N tried to reason, but Bunny faced away. 

"I'm a tough kid," Bunny huffed. "I can make it on my own even if mama isn't here. Even if mama isn't there, I won't cry."

He walked off. Y/N tried to go after him, but she stopped when feeling the pain in her head, just like in the hotel and school. "It feels like it's gonna explode!" she brought her hands to her head for a soothing. When it went away, Y/N noticed that Bunny was gone. She looked around for him, but he was gone. "On his own?" she brought her hand up to her head, shaking it. "No, Bunny. . .you're mother didn't hate you. It was you. . .who lost faith in her." she dug her head into her hands. "What have I been doing here? Wandering these ruins. . .looking for a man I don't know. I should go home. There's. . .no point to this. Nothing. . .nothing will change."

Y/N walked into the hospital and quietly walked down to the first floor. 

It was quiet walking to the front doors, but a sound of a woman crying stopped her. Y/N turned in hope, thinking it could be Bunny's mother. "She did come for him," she breathed out in relief, walking back to the clinic side of the hospital. "I must have passed Bunny by." 

The sound of a woman was from the basement. 

She walked down the steps and saw the door at the far end slightly open. Y/N walked through, hoping to see a woman and Bunny, but only a shadowy figure stood at the end of this room of tubs filled with water to the brim. This isn't. . .Bunny's mother. "Who are you?!" she yelled to the figure. 

The figure turned around, and Y/N took a step back. "Sunshine, why do you abandon me?" Y/N's mother asked. It looked like her mother. . .but the face looked like a stranger. 

"Th-that's not," Y/N gulped. "Mom, how can you be here?"

"I hate hospitals," her mother continued. "You're my family. . .yet you abandon me?"

"No!" Y/N lightly reached out. "You were sick, mom!"

"So you left me?" her mother's voice slowly raised with a firm tone. "My own family couldn't stand me anymore?"

"No! No, you're wrong!" Y/N yelled, trying to get the lies out of her head. She ran up to the woman and wrapped her hands around her neck. Slowly tightening them. "Who are you?! My mom couldn't possibly be here! Why are you pretending to be her?!" 

"It hurts, Sunshine," the woman choked, holding onto Y/N's wrists. But it wasn't as if she was pulling Y/N's arms away. Her head was tilted up for more access. As if she wanted this to happen. To worsen Y/N mentally. "Just like it did then. . .are you going to try and kill me again?" Y/N automatically let go of the woman and took steps back slowly. "It hurts so much, Sunshine."

"Who are you?!" Y/N's mother asked, holding a glass vase in her hand. She stared at Y/N down hard, who was sitting at the dining table. "Why are you in my house?! What did you do with my husband?! Answer me!"

"Mom, please stop," Y/N pleaded, leaning on the table with her head in her hands. "You keep saying things like that. . .dad left a long time ago, okay? Did you forget?" 

Her head was already hurting all day. "Shut up!" Her mother yelled, attempting to throw the vase, but she missed Y/N from the wild throw. "Intruder! I don't know anyone like you! I'll call the police on you!" 

Y/N sighed, removed her hands, and faced the woman. "Stop it," she tried to plead again. "Don't tell me you're already going senile? Please. . .take a rest for today. I'm tired from work. Just tell me if I'm a bother—"

"Shut up!" Her mother yelled again. "Keep your mouth shut! Do you think I know you?! Get out of here!" 

"Stop!" Y/N yelled back, the pain in her head worsening. "What are you saying? Did I do something wrong? Please, just tell me if I did something wrong! Are you teasing me?! Because it's not funny! Please, mom!"

"Quiet! I'm not your mother! I don't know you! Get out!" 

"Enough. . ."

One second to another, Y/N was suddenly straddling her mother on the ground, chair abandoned and fallen to the ground, hands around the woman's neck.

"M-Murderer!" Y/N's mother yelled out for help. "S-Somebody! Murderer!"

As if her voice was heard, Jane opened the door to see what was going on. "Y/N? Hey! What are you doing?!" she ran to Y/N and used her strength to pull Y/N off. But even she was struggling. "Hey, stop! Let go! Are you trying to kill her?!"

"It appears to be a brain tumor," The doctor told Y/N hours after the event. "It's putting significant pressure on her brain. Sudden changes in behavior, violent action and memory loss can be signs of brain disease. In some cases, counseling to resolve friction in a family can uncover an illness. Maybe I shouldn't say this, but. . .This kind of thing happens all the time. If we had noticed a little sooner. . ." he cleared his throat. "Back to the topic of your mother. She appears to be very weak. We'll have to postpone the operation for now. We've hospitalized her for the time being, and her condition will influence our decision. Hopefully, it won't last long. Please, come by to see her often. Even if she doesn't seem to know you. . .she is family."

"No," Y/N whispered, seeing the figure gone when getting the memory away.

"We're not family anymore. Don't. . .don't say we are. If I hadn't been stopped. . .just like that, I would have—I would never have been forgiven for it. There really was hatred in me. . .and it's true I've abandoned her in the hospital.

She was my only family.

My precious mother who cared for me after my father left, and yet I. ..my wishes never come true. My dreams, love, and even family all go awry. . .I can't have anything that's not crooked​​​​​​. What have I been searching for? I don't have to anymore. . .it's obvious now.

There was only one way from the very beginning."

-

Scene 3

“Central Hospital - Bunny -”

End

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗 | 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚎

| 𝘈, (𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵) 𝘍 | 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘏𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘦 

| 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 |

↳ 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

↳ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘠/𝘕 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘠/𝘕 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵.  

𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦.  

𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘠/𝘕 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

(𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘯" 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴)

𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 - 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘬)

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There was a Crooked Man

And He walked a Crooked Mile

He found a Crooked Sixpence

Upon a Crooked Stile

-

Y/N groaned and threaded her fingers through the locks of her hair when getting the last stuff put away. It wasn't all much, especially with a girl like her, but she didn't move into this apartment empty-handed. She still had a few boxes to bring after selling the little furniture she had when moving out of her previous home. She couldn't keep up with rent, and the landlord was a bastard. Either she agreed with his deal of pleasure or to get out. And she chose the latter. Even if she was depicted as a "people-pleaser," she knew her place. She thinks. But that's why she was in the small apartment, on her knees and placing the last cleaning supply under the sink. A loud groan left her mouth when closing the door and leaning her head against it. Her best friend, Kim Jane, released an exaggerated moan and stretched her arms high up in the air. "Finally!" she yelled out, making her newlywed husband, Kim Namjoon, flinch at her loudness. "Things look tidy in here." 

"Don't yell so loud," Y/N covered her ears jokingly and got up to her feet. She slightly stumbled back but caught her balance and walked up to the newlyweds to get so close to them.

But when she got close to them, Jane punched the tired girl's arm slightly. "That should be that," Namjoon brought himself in the middle before Jane could say anything to make the two childhood friends bicker that'll, possibly, last for ten minutes. A small ability the two shared for growing up together since diapers. Jane always ends it by saying she's older. A funny inside joke between them as they were both hours apart and being born across the hall from each other. And their mothers made sure they had millions of playdates to stay connected as excuses for wine and the little girls running around. "Is there anything else we can help with, Y/N?"

There were a few seconds of Y/N thinking if she did need something from them. It wouldn't hurt, as he did offer. But her mind drew to a blank. "Nah, I'm fine," she shook her head with a slightly crooked smile. "Sorry for making you guys help me move. . ." she rubbed the back of her neck. "And thanks for showing me the place, Jane. I'll have to pay you back sometime!" 

Hearing the last sentence, Jane jumped on Y/N and tangled her arms with Y/N's. "We could go out drinking then!" she suggested in a heartbeat. "Go to a karaoke bar and sing our lungs off while Namjoon can show his rapping skills."

"I look forward to the drinking," Namjoon chuckled, ignoring the last part his wife had mentioned. Though he couldn't help but blush at the mention, it was something he loved to do and had only started making music from the push of the two girls telling him that he was amazing. When he blushed, he looked out of one of the two small vertical windows to see the moon coming up and the red and orange sky kissing the ground goodbye. "Would you look at that. . .it's getting late." the two girls looked out the window to see that it was getting late. "We'd better get going." he pinched his wife's top and pulled her away from her best friend. 

"Yeah, you should probably get home," Y/N agreed when seeing the sky now fully dark. "Be careful, you two." after one last hug with the newlyweds. They left with goodbyes.

She was left with silence, having her look around at this new home. It was mainly a studio room with a tiny hallway that passed the door to a computer room and a bathroom across each other. Y/N can't lie but wished that the computer was brought into the big room and had a small bedroom where her full-sized bed would most definitely fill almost half of the room. But it was furnished by the past tenant, so she only messed with it a little. A sink in the far left corner connected to a countertop that extended out, allowing her small stove to lay with little surface to let her cook. Next to the countertop was her old minifridge and an old pantry cabinet that was already here with dishes. Same T.V. that was kept. A dresser in the opposite corner with her landline phone and small decorations. And her bed was in the right corner closest to the door, and two sofas faced each other with a table in between to take up some space in this lonely apartment. The only thing that bothered her was a large crack in the wall between the T.V. and dresser that could knock the clock off if it extended more. 

Something caught her eye. "Huh?" Y/N had to do a double-take to realize there was an item on the table that wasn't hers. And it made her sigh. "Of course, Jane forgot her license." it was always a habit of Jane to do such a thing. Fortunately, it was always her forgetting stuff at Y/N's place, wherever she lived, Namjoon's workplace, or their apartments. So she hasn't gotten anything stolen. . .yet. "Let's hope they haven't left yet." 

Y/N grabbed Jane's license and began to jog lightly to the door, opening it up and jogging again through the small hallway. Her hand cupped the doorknob. "What's with that place, seriously?" Jane's voice was heard clearly through the space under the door. "It's filthy! It's practically falling apart!" she could hear Jane moving her arms around and hands smacking her thighs. "What were you thinking?! She wanted to move for a change of pace, and that will not help her, you hear?"

"Look, what can I do?" Namjoon didn't raise his voice or show any tone of arguing. "She's not the richest person, y'know? And not many places come with furniture. . .besides, you told me to look for a place, right? Don't come complaining to me now."

The top rows of her teeth captured her bottom lip so she wouldn't make a sound. ". . .you're right," Jane spoke quietly. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to help Y/N out. . ."

A few sounds of movements, and it was known to Y/N clearly that Namjoon went in for an embrace. "I know," he also spoke quietly. Quietly, but softly. "Look, I should be sorry. We'll pay her a visit sometime."

The sounds of steps went away, and Y/N slowly let go of the doorknob. "The license can way, I guess," she told herself, placing it in her wallet once fishing it out. Her tired eyes showed presence. "Should sleep this off. .maybe I'll feel better in the morning." she let out a sigh, walked back into the room, changed into her pajamas, and placed her old outfit into a small basket she had placed next to the dresser. Before she could think of raising herself to her feet, the landline phone rang. Her eyes moved up to see the thin wire hanging off, giving her a moment to stand up, pick up the white phone, and place it against her ear. "Hello?" Nothing, but there was a breath. "Hello? Who is this?" she leaned closer to the green screen to show that similar number that made her heart almost stop beating and clench up. "Jeongguk?" but he was the one to hang up the phone, and she slowly placed it back in its spot. Stumbling back slightly, Y/N placed a hand on her forehead and tried to take a deep breath, but it failed. "Sleep. . .I need to sleep and call it a day. I should take it easy for my first day in the new place." 

And that's what got her into bed after turning off the lights. Once her head hit the pillow, tiredness was now in control. So tired. . .in so many sorts of ways. She thought with a yawn coming out loudly. Her eyes closed, but it wasn't long that caused no entry to dreamland when a man's cry appeared loudly. As if it was in the apartment. . .but at the same time, in her head. Really. . .is that somebody crying? she let out a loud groan of annoyance, trying to cuddle into her blanket. But the crying wouldn't go away. Is it one of the neighbors? It wouldn't hurt to ask. . .

Getting out of bed, Y/N placed her feet through her slippers and left the apartment. Light knocks down the row of doors for her, only to get a response from the last door on the floor. "Yes?" A tired woman's voice called out through the door. "Who is it at this hour?"

"Pardon me," Y/N tried to speak politely without the annoyance tunneling through. "It's just. . .I can hear you from my room, even. It's making it hard to sleep. . .would you stop?" her face cringed lightly at the request. Maybe she could've worded it nicely. 

"What're you saying?" The woman's voice was already irking in with her annoyance. "I was asleep until you woke me up! You trying to start something?" Y/N raised her hands in surrender, even if the woman couldn't see through. "You're the girl who moved into 204, right? There's no way you'd hear from there!" 

One of Y/N's hands fell, and the other lay on her shoulder. "I guess so. . ," she agreed slowly, looking down at the ground with a blush of embarrassment. Y/N looked back up at the door. "S-Sorry for waking you! Bye now." she took steps back, trying to bring back to her head what had gone down since the crying. "She's right. . .the rooms are pretty far apart." she looked at her door at the far end before walking down toward it. "More importantly, it was a man's voice." She realized something. When she had left the apartment, the crying had stopped. "Was it just my imagination?" the hand on her shoulder raised to knock her temple lightly. "Think about it in the morning; I need to get some sleep."

Opening the door, she stopped at the sound of water running. Her brow rose in confusion. Walking into the apartment and closed it behind her. Locking the door without looking, Y/N made her way into the bathroom. There was nothing there. Her eyes went to the faucet, and she turned the handle back. Is the faucet busted? She asked herself when feeling the handle was already back. Y/N moved it closer to her to make the water run faster and back in default to stop the water running. Something pushed her chin up like a string, and she noticed how foggy the mirror was. And something was written messily. Under the bed? She read in confusion. Is. . .Is Jane trying to prank me? She was never one to prank.

Walking back out of the bathroom, Y/N went into the main room and walked up to her bed. But she stopped herself from going in. ". . .Under the bed. . .what's down there?" She spoke her thoughts into the air, the writing on the mirror getting the best of her. Y/N got on her hands and knees to look under the bed. And that's when she found something. A ripped piece of paper. Her hands held it delicately as she read. 

-

"Ever since she went away, I've spent every night clutching my sweaty pillow and writhing. I can't say goodbye. What other choice do I have?"

-

"Did the former tenant leave this?" She couldn't help but wonder about the question. But that had to be something for the next day, and she needed sleep.

That's all she wanted.

Sleep.

So, she placed the paper on the table, crawled into bed, and tried to enter dreamland. But the crying back. That sound still? she complained with a slight whine. Where is that coming from? Give me a break, please. I only want sleep.

It was a rough night, and the morning had her being woken up by the ringing of the landline phone. "Why not my cellphone?" she complained, but the ringing of the landline seemed to have gotten louder. "Alright, I'm coming. . .I'm coming." she got up from her bed, went to the landline, and answered. "Hello?" Her tiredness went away, most of it from the doctor's sound. "Oh. . .yeah, thanks for all the—" the doctor cut her off and kept rambling, almost as if judging her for not stopping by in a while. "No, no, I didn't mean. . .just. . .I'm busy with work, so—" and she was cut off again, trying to stay with the doctor of what he was saying. "Yeah, I'll come to visit today." it was her turn to cut off the doctor. "Tell her that for me. Okay, bye."

Y/N changed into a white T-Shirt and worn-out blue jeans, sliding her feet into low converse shoes that were pre-tied, so she didn't have to bother. She grabbed her black jacket and her cross-body bag with her wallet, cell phone, and necessary needs. I really did sleep in till noon. She thought when looking at her phone to see the time. Yeah, I need to go. So much for taking it easy. Y/N jumped when seeing Jane walking down the hallways. Jane seemed to have also jumped at the sight of Y/N's apartment door opening and having her name called out. "I. . .forgot my license yesterday," Jane admitted after calming her racing heart. "Was it on the table?" Y/N nodded, grabbing Jane's license after fishing out her wallet.

"Sorry, I was going to bring it to you, but—"

"Thanks." Jane cuts off Y/N at the sight of the object in question. Y/N gulped lightly, deciding to stay quiet about what she had heard yesterday. The license was returned to its rightful owner, who sighed in relief before taking in Y/N's outfit of the day. "So, you going somewhere?"

"Yeah, to the hospital,"

They stayed silent. "I see," Jane mumbled. "Take care of yourself, love."

Jane patted Y/N's arm before leaving. Well, attempt to leave. "Hey, Jane," Y/N called out, making the said woman turn around with a hum. "Did you. . .did you write something on the bathroom mirror?"

That question made Jane almost take a step back from such a question. "Write on the mirror?" she repeated, wondering if she heard her best friend correctly. "What kind of prankster kid do you take me for, Y/N?" then she said goodbye when getting a text message from Namjoon. Y/N stayed in her stance a little longer, waiting till Jane was out of view before she moved. 

At the hospital, Y/N checked herself in and asked who she was going to see. The doors in front of her made it hard for her to take another forward. But that's what she did, pushing them through to see her ill mother lying in bed in comfort. Y/N took a deep breath and walked to her mother. "Mother. . .it's been a while," she spoke softly, dragging a chair against the wall to sit next to her mother's bed. "Are you doing okay?"

Sound of Y/N's voice, her mother turned her head with a smile. "Oh my," her fragile voice cracked through. "If it isn't, little Miya. You've certainly grown." she had delight in her eyes, and Y/N gave a strained crooked smile the best she could. 

"Good, you look healthy," Y/N commented, leaning back in her chair. Eyes never left her mother. "Sorry I can't see you very much. . .I've been busy with work. But I took a few days off. . .and I moved to this great room, with furniture and everything!" her hands moved around at her explanation. "It's near your favorite cake shop, too! So when you get better, we can live together." 

"My. . .that's wonderful," Her mother hummed in delight. "Get along with Mihyun, will you? All that fighting you do worries me so much. Maybe I can come to visit you sometime? You like apple pie, don't you? I'll make the best I know how. . ." Y/N's smile faltered as her mother turned to look back up at the ceiling. "Oh yes, they opened a bakery the other day! It smells so wonderful! Maybe I should buy from there." Y/N called out to her mother. At the sound of Y/N's, her mother turned with a confused look. "Oh? Who would you be? Why are you here?" she rose into a sitting position, flinching when Y/N reached to try and lay her back down. "This is my room. . .do you have the wrong room?" Y/N couldn't find anything to say. "Who are you?! Say something, will you?!" she flew out of her bed, going toward Y/N. The daughter stood up and took steps back, almost falling with the chair against her knees. "Get out! I'll have you thrown out!" she began yelling for help. "There's a strange woman in my room! Get rid of her, now!" 

"Mrs. L/N!" a female voice called out, and Y/N turned around to see the main nurse caring for her mother. The nurse came in with a male nurse following along, the two trying to get Y/N's mother back in bed. "Mrs. L/N, don't strain yourself. . .please, go to sleep, okay?"

"Who are you?!" Y/N's mother called out, dragging her arms out of the grasp both nurses tried to do. "Don't touch me! Away!"

The male nurse stayed calm. "Now, calm down, miss," he spoke calmly. "Let's get you into bed. . ."

"I'm sorry, Y/N," the female nurse turned around with a sympathetic gaze. "Leave your mother to us. . .you'll have to leave for today."

Y/N licked her lips and slowly nodded her head in understanding. "Understood," she mumbled, nudging her head toward her mother. "Take good care of her."

She made her way to the door. "Y/N? Is that my sunshine?" Y/N's mother called out, having Y/N turn around in shock. "Where are you going? Why are you leaving me?" Y/N had stuttered out to her mother, but it didn't seem to come out loudly as she thought. "Your flight school exams are coming up. You want to be a pilot, don't you? Your mother has your back." she was shaking in her stance, looking as if she'd fall to the ground. "Please, don't leave me alone. I don't want to be alone here. Sunshine, please. . ."

"Mommy. . ," Y/N teared up, a smile of hope and taking hopeful steps forward. "It's me! Remember? Mom!"

But the first nurse strides toward Y/N to interrupt whatever hope of Y/N's mother's remembrance. "Y/N, please leave for today!" she instructed, pointing at the door. "She's very confused right now."

"But she said my—"

"I said leave!" The nurse pushed Y/N out of the room.

The screams of Y/N's mother echoed through the crack of the doors and into the hallway. Y/N's hands balled into fists, and she relucent walked away. She kept going till she noticed her mother's doctor standing in the middle of the hallway. "Hello, Y/N," he greeted. "Did you see your mother?"

Y/N kept herself from yelling the obvious, as the doctor was there to witness her kidding and kicked her out of her mother's hospital room. "Yeah," she nodded instead. "Though I guess she still doesn't know me." 

The doctor gave her a sympathetic smile. "She's forgotten many things, and she's having trouble controlling her emotions," he informed, and Y/N wanted to bitterly chuckle out. She didn't have to be informed about what she knew. Or she wanted to avoid being informed of what she knew to keep it untrue. "I ask you to be patient. She may get better, so you can live with her again." 

"Thank you," 

The ride home was quiet; the music wasn't entering her ears as she was in too much thought. Y/N was too tired for any of this. And when she entered her apartment to hear a screech from her computer room; she took a deep breath. Trying to channel whatever she had to deal with, whatever it was right now. She walked into the computer room and saw the chair moved in front of the trash can, not in its spot in front of the computer. I know I didn't move the chair. She told herself to keep herself sane. 

But the slight opening of the second drawer caught her attention. 

Opening the drawer, she noticed a leaflet. Y/N picked it up and moved it around to get every detail she could find. It looks pretty old. . .these LL.M. courses are circled. Was somebody shooting to be a lawyer? she heard her tired brain go through ideas. I guess this must be the former tenant's. . .he sure forgot a bunch of stuff. Maybe no furniture is better after all, huh? It definitely would've given her the peace she needed without this happening. 

Going into the room, the landline phone rang. Can the phone not ring once? Even if this was the second day in the apartment, she didn't want to answer the phone or hear the phone ring. Y/N answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N," Namjoon's voice spoke through. "How are you doing?"

A voice that made her calm had her shoulders going down in relaxation. "You saw me just yesterday," she sighed with a chuckle. "I'm doing fine, thanks."

"Good, good," Namjoon joined her in the light chuckle. "Call if you're ever lonely, okay? I can come to visit with Jane." 

"By the way," Y/N spoke up after a few seconds. "I got a call from Jeongguk yesterday. We didn't really talk, but. . ." 

Namjoon was silent. "Sorry, I told him your number," he admits. "He said he was so worried about you." 

Y/N's heart warmed up. "It's okay," she assured. But memories reminded her of being here alone. "Tell him I don't need her worry. He should just look out for himself." 

"Alright," Namjoon huffed out. "Well, I'll hang up now." 

The phone was placed back on its spot, and she changed into her pajamas. She spent her evening reading all the books she had brought and the book the previous tenant had left behind. Y/N even made herself some tea to relax to hopefully get herself to sleep. Luckily, it had gotten her to the point of being tired. Too tired to read anymore and not done with her third cup of tea. Y/N moved the blanket to let herself in, but she jumped at the sound of the statics of the bed. She looked over, walked up to the T.V., and tilted her head in confusion. "Why did it turn on by itself? Is it broken?" Her hand reached for the remote, but she yelled when red letters popped up one by one. "What the hell. . .what's going on." 

Y/N walked to the sink and the word that was written on the T.V. screen. Looking around, she noticed something in the faucet. She swore she was able to use the sink when making her tea. Removing what looked like a scrap of paper, Y/N lifted it and flattened it to see if she could read it. 

-

"There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.

He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.

He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,

and they all lived together in a crooked little house." 

-

Y/N licked her lips when reading the mother goose. But she was confused about how it was there. She wanted to question if the previous tenant had placed it there, but she reminded herself that she had made tea three times. "So much strange stuff," she tossed the paper on the countertop. "I should just sleep and forget." she made her way to the bed and placed her head on the pillow. "Moving for a change of pace, huh. . .guess that's not working so well. I appreciate Jane and Namjoon's help, but. . ." 

She closed her eyes, and a little later. . .she heard a kid crying. Is that a kid, I hear? she furrowed her brows, eyes still closed. This late at night? And what kid would live in these beat-up apartments? Her eyes opened up with a few blinks. Maybe they're lost. I should go check.

Y/N got up from her bed and exited her apartment. Looking around, there was no kid, and the crying had stopped. ". . .'Course there are no kids here," she grumbled under her breath, starting to think that she was going crazy. She was repeating in her head to go to bed. 

Walking into the apartment, Y/N paused after hearing a broken glass. She entered the room and saw the tea on the ground, shattered with the liquid sprawled up. Kneeling, she chuckled lamely at herself. "Just a broken cup. . .that startled me a little too much." And her eyes wandered more to find details of the broken cup, but the blood drained out, feeling cold when her eyes caught a detail. "W-Wait, what?!" The liquid was dragged out, spelling "Help Me," making her shake lightly into the ground. Y/N stood up and took steps back in fear. "The tea's spelling out?! Y-You gotta be. . ." she looked around the room and wrapped her arms around herself. "This room is strange. With its voices. . .and T.V.s turning on. What is this?" 

The morning after, Y/N dialed Jane's number on the landline. "Hello?" Jane's tired voice spoke through the phone. 

"Hi, Jane," Y/N greeted, messing with the wire connected to the phone. "It's Y/N."

"Yeah, what's up?" Jane mumbled, the sound of the bed moving. "You sound sleepy. So why wake me up, too?"

Y/N grimaced. "Sorry," she apologized. "I was up all last night. I got to ask you something, is now okay?" she heard Jane hum in a rhythm to let Y/N continue. "Do you know who the previous tenant is?"

"Nah, I don't know," Jane slurred lightly. "You ask the landlady? You curious?"

"Well," Y/N teethed her bottom lip. "Seems like he forgot a lot of stuff. But I'll ask the landlady, sure. Later." she ended the call before Jane could say anything, reminding herself of where the landlady would be. Her outfit was presentable enough. A black oversized graphic-designed hoodie that was lightly falling off her shoulders, leggings, and sneakers. Y/N grabbed her cross-body bag with the needed stuff before leaving the apartment. 

She took quick steps down the stairs and took long strides to the end of the first floor, knocking on the door. "Hello?" An elder woman, the landlady, opened the door quickly after the knock. "Oh, it's miss Y/N. What seems to be the matter?"

"Good morning," Y/N bowed her head lightly. "I just wanted to ask something, you see. . .about the room I'm in. . .can you tell me anything about the person who used to live there?"

Landlady hummed in thought. "Well, you know, these apartments always have people coming and going," she stated, trying to think of the years of tenants in the past. "Now, what was that boy's name. . .I believe he was a man about your age. . .he suddenly left a month ago. Said to leave the furniture and use it, however!"

"You wouldn't know where he went?" Y/N asked with a little hope. 

"I never heard that, no," the landlady shook her head with a sad smile. "Just up and left out of the blue!" she was closing her eyes tightly to try and get deep in her thoughts. "I just can't remember that name! I could rummage through my documents to find the previous tenant if you'd like?" 

Y/N raised her hands before the landlady could turn to enter her apartment. "N-No, there's no need," she assured. "I was just a little curious." she bowed her head at the landlady with a small smile. "Thanks, I'll see you around."

"Alrighty!" Landlady beamed brightly. "Sorry I wasn't useful!" 

She couldn't reassure the landlady as the door was closed in front of her. "A man about my age," she hummed in thought, digging her hands into the hoodie pocket and making her way to the stairs. "I can only wonder what he was like." Y/N removed one hand from the pocket but stopped when noticing black markings under the door. Barely there but noticeable. "Already?" she tightened her eyes shut and took a deep breath to prep herself for whatever was going to happen in a few seconds. 

Y/N opened the door and saw the black markings in a path to the main room. Steps followed into the room to see the markings going into the crack in the wall. At the crack of the wall, she noticed something shining inside. Reaching in, she felt the small item and dragged her arm out before feeling it getting stuck. A brass key. It seemed way too fancy for any locks in the complex. No offense to the landlady. 

Nothing happened for a while as she sat at the table, trying to think of what had happened. "Voices of a man and a kid, the mirror writing, the T.V. turning on, the tea," she listed off one by one, letting out a hasty chuckle. "It's like a poltergeist or something." Y/N leaned back into the sofa and brought her head back to hit the top. "The landlady would've mentioned this kind of thing. . .I think. What's going on here?" her eyes closed, trying to think deeply. "Not that I'd much care if there were ghosts here. Nobody'd be too bothered if they haunted and killed me, either." her hands reached up and covered her eyes. "But I wonder about that scrap of paper—what was the man who lived here like? Did this stuff happen when he was here?" Nothing came to mind, and she swung forward and groaned. "Not much use thinking about it. I'll call it a day. . ." 

Maybe if she took a nap, it would get her mind to function better. Changing into her pajamas, still with the hoodie, Y/N got into bed and snuggled her head into the hoodie. The scent never left, even after washing so many times, which lulled her to sleep. And it seemed to have helped her fall asleep. 

However, it did a little more than needed, as she was woken up in the middle of the night by a strange noise. Y/N got out of bed, looking at the clock. She was confused about the sound, knowing it wasn't from the clock and why it sounded like it was in the house. 

It took her a while to look around, but she could find it in the closet next to the computer desk in the computer room. Was there a radio there? Y/N didn't remember there being one when hanging her tops. But not only did the sound catch her attention but there was also a piece of paper underneath. Not only that. . .but it was an address. "Our Special Place" was titled at the top. 

Y/N sighed, folding the paper and placing it in the hoodie pocket. She closed the closet and went through the door to the main room. But she froze on the spot. No movement in her bones. Finally, her right foot took a step forward, and she was shaking hard in fear. Y/N wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. She -couldn't talk anymore if she did, but she couldn't. 

-

I M   W A I T I N G   F O R   Y O U

-

Blood was written on the wall, and Y/N almost fell to her knees because she felt weak. She was stuttering out questions of what this meant and why it was there. But she wasn't able to complete sentences. Nothing was clear to her. The only clear thing was now that she got her voice back. And from that, she ran out with a scream. 

The first place she thought of going was Jane's and Namjoon's apartment. And she did. They took her in without questioning. After calming her down, the newlywed couple had her sleep on the couch. Feeling safe with the scent of the hoodie, Y/N slept with ease. No voices, no glass breaking, no electricity turning itself on. . .peace. 

Morning came around, and Jane woke Y/N up before she slept through the whole day. The two ended up starting a conversation when settling at the dining room table. "Did you sleep well?" Jane asked. "Sorry, you had to sleep on the couch."

"Nah, I should be sorry for coming over so late," Y/N apologized instead, trying to take the blame for waking them up so late. 

Jane laughed. "Wasn't expecting it, but don't sweat it," she waved off her best friend. Jane looked at Y/N more. She was taking the detail of the bags under the eyes, paler and tiredness in Y/N's eyes despite having almost eight hours of sleep. "Did something happen? You don't look too hot."

"There's no particular reason," Y/N mumbled, trying to keep it away from Jane. They already saw her panicking, but she never explained what had happened. "Maybe I felt like intruding into the newlyweds' love nest."

"Why you!" Jane raised a hand, threatening to slap Y/N. But the girl only chuckled. She sighed and leaned into her chair. "Seriously, though. You can tell me if anything happens, okay? I'll do whatever I can for you!"

Y/N smiled warmly, even if it was crooked. "I'm glad to know a gal who looks out for her friends," she teased more. 

"You making fun of me?!" Jane growled, controlling herself. She took a deep breath to calm down. "I heard from Namjoon. Sorry about the Jeongguk thing. I told him off for that." Y/N tried to ensure Jane that it wasn't Namjoon's fault and to not worry about it. "It's not about whose fault it is. . .I'm just not happy about it. Don't let it get you down, alright?" She had a look of annoyance, but not at Y/N. "I know you've got your mother to look after, but I think it's time you move on and look for new people!"

The last sentence made Y/N chuckle in pain. "As if a girl like me could find a date," she spoke melancholy. "I'm just some clerk with a mom in the hospital. . .and the guy I wanted to marry ran from me."

Jane rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a sissy," she lightly insulted. "You keep up that moping, and you'll have your own personal rain cloud!" 

Y/N snorted at her best friend. "I'll be careful then," she promised playfully. Her thought went back to the piece of paper with the address. Reading that felt like it was tugging her to it. Something about this previous tenant wouldn't leave her. She wanted to know so much about this tenant. She wanted to find out about this guy, even if it was random. "I'm going to go on a little trip." her eyes went to Jane. "Don't want to waste my vacation, you know." that piqued Jane's attention, asking Y/N where she was going. "Just somewhere I was wondering about. I'll call you when I get there."

"Sweet, send a postcard!" Jane asked but quickly took it back. "Nah, but don't, actually."

The door opened to show Namjoon. "Breakfast's ready, Jane," he informed, looking a bit nervous. He wasn't one to cook. It was mainly Jane who cooked, but he offered so she could check up on Y/N. "Y/N, will you be eating too?"

"Nah, I'm not hungry," Y/N rejected. "I'll be going."

"Come by anytime,"

Even if she dreaded going back into the apartment, Y/N knew she had to. She had to find out about the address and where it was located. Looking through many books and maps, she finally spotted where the address would lead. It was supposedly a place in the mountains, and it would take her about five hours to get there by car. 

Maybe the former tenant went to the place in the mountains. Y/N only wanted to ask him about the room; maybe he'll know something. "Hell, why not just go now," she mumbled her thoughts. "I can't stand this place, anyway." 

Y/N changed her outfit to be more comfortable. White long-sleeve turtleneck that hugged her body and the oversized black hoodie. Ripped light blue sailor jeans that covered her black combat boots. Y/N grabbed her cross-body bag and her galaxy-themed small backpack with snacks and drinks.

After double checking she had everything, she left the damned apartment.

-

Prologue

"Y/N's Room"

End 

𝙴𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 | 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

| 𝘈, (𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵) 𝘍 | 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝖧𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 / 𝖢𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾 𝖠𝖴, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍

| 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 |  

↳   𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝖤𝗎𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

↳ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘓𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘰. 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰.  

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 2000𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘐𝘔 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘠/𝘕'𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 2000𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘐𝘔 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘠/𝘕 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩   𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘠/𝘕'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘠/𝘕 𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺?

(𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛)

𝘞𝘒 - 700

𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷 | 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵

𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲!

𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 - 𝙔/𝙉𝘿𝙖𝙯𝙚

𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 - 𝙔/𝙉

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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙀𝙪𝙣𝙬𝙤𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣

ChaEunwoo:

Hey Y/N!

Y/NDaze:

Eunwoo! Hey!

ChaEunwoo: 

How's life?

I feel like we haven't talked in a while

Y/NDaze:

It's pretty boring

How's yours?

ChaEunwoo: 

Eh, it's fine

Got any plans this weekend?

Y/NDaze:

Oh, just hanging out with my

friend Myungjun

ChaEunwoo:

That sounds like fun!

Who's Myungjun?

Y/NDaze:

He's one of my friends

ChaEunwoo:

Oh cool

I don't think I've heard you talk about

him before

How did you two meet?

Y/NDaze:

I thought I did mention him before. . .

I probably said MJ since I call him that

for short

But he's in one of my classes

He's an art student just like me

ChaEunwoo:

So, what's he like?

Y/NDaze:

He's a sweetheart

Full of sunshine energy

ChaEunwoo:

Wow, Y/N, sounds like things are going

really well

That's just so great

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Y/N felt weird with the message Dongmin had sent her is he okay?

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Y/NDaze:

Do you have any plans this weekend?

ChaEunwoo:

Well me and Minhae were supposed to

go to see a show but that's not happening

We broke up last week

Y/NDaze:

Oh, Eunwoo, I'm so sorry

How are you?

ChaEunwoo:

I'm okay

It's been really weird since

Me and her had the same group of

friends so things are messy

I just feel really alone, you know?

Y/NDaze:

Well, you know I'm here for you

ChaEunwoo:

I know and thank you for that

I just feel really abandoned

Y/NDaze is typing. . .

Y/NDaze:

Why did you break up?

ChaEunwoo:

I guess we just kind of grew apart?

I feel like Minhae changed a lot over

the summer

And things were just different when we

got back

Shit, I feel like crying

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"No, no, no, please don't cry," Y/N muttered.

Her hands quickly moved without a second thought.

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Y/NDaze:

I'm so sorry Min

It's her loss, you're an amazing person

ChaEunwoo:

Haven't heard you call me that in a while

Haha

Thanks, though

I'm sorry for being such a mess

Y/NDaze:

It's okay Min

I'll always be here for you

ChaEunwoo:

Thank you

It's nice to be able to talk about this

I haven't really had the chance to vent yet

Y/NDaze:

I know you'd do the same for me

Cha Eunwoo:

I want to ask you something but I'm afraid

you'll hate me after

Promise me you won't hate me?

Y/NDaze:

I could never hate you

ChaEunwoo:

At Rocky's party senior year

Remember how we got bored and went

for that walk?

We stopped at that playground for a bit

And we just layed there and looked

at the stars

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ChaEunwoo:

Well

Why didn't you kiss me?

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Thump, thump, thump, thump

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Y/NDaze:

I. . .

I didn't know you felt that way

ChaEunwoo:

I've just always wondered how things

would be if you did

I don't know, it's kind of stupid I guess

Y/NDaze:

I've wondered that too

ChaEunwoo:

Hey! I have an idea

Maybe I could come visit this weekend?

I could really use some time away from

this school

And we always said we would visit each other

What do you think?

Y/NDaze:

I would really love to see you

Please come visit!

ChaEunwoo:

Great! 

I'm really excited!

Oh, what about your plans with Myungjun?

Y/NDaze:

I'll talk to MJ about it

ChaEunwoo:

Okay, I just don't want to mess things up

What do you want to do this weekend?

Y/NDaze:

We can just hang out here in my dorm

ChaEunwoo:

Sounds good to me!

Should I bring my alcohol?

Y/NDaze:

Nah, I don't think we need any

And I don't drink

ChaEunwoo:

Oh, right

That went over my head haha

I'm just so excited to finally come and visit

Oh shit, I actually have to run

But I'll see you this weekend, okay?

Y/NDaze:

See you soon!

ChaEunwoo:

Bye!

ChaEunwoo is away

𝙴𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 | 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛

| 𝘈, (𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵) 𝘍 | 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝖧𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 / 𝖢𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾 𝖠𝖴, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍

| 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 |  

↳   𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝖤𝗎𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

↳ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘓𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘰. 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰.  

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 2000𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘐𝘔 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘠/𝘕'𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 2000𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘐𝘔 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘠/𝘕 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩   𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘠/𝘕'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘠/𝘕 𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺?

(𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛)

𝘞𝘒 - 400

𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷 | 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵

𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 - 𝙔/𝙉𝘿𝙖𝙯𝙚

𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 - 𝙔/𝙉

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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙀𝙪𝙣𝙬𝙤𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣

ChaEunwoo:

Hey

Y/NDaze:

Hey!

ChaEunwoo:

I know it's been a while since we last talked

Y/NDaze:

No worries

ChaEunwoo:

I've just been going through a lot lately

Y/NDaze:

Is everything okay?

ChaEunwoo:

 Yeah, everything is fine

So listen

I was hoping we could talk about things

Y/NDaze:

Of course, what's up?

ChaEunwoo: 

I just feel like things are weird between us

Have you felt like that?

Y/NDaze:

I don't think so?

ChaEunwoo:

I think it's because of last year

Things have been weird since I cam to visit

Y/N please be honest with

Did you plan that we would hook up?

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Y/NDaze is typing. . .

Y/NDaze:

I. . .

I guess I hoped that we would

in the back of my mind

ChaEunwoo: 

I retrospect, it all just seemed so planned out

I mean, we spent the whole time hanging out

in your dorm

And we only really left to go get food and stuff

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ChaEunwoo is typing. . .

ChaEunwoo is deleting. . .

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ChaEunwoo:

You must have knowing how vulnerable I was

Y/NDaze:

I didn't know

You seemed fine

. . .

I don't know

ChaEunwoo:

Okay, I just

I don't know

Y/NDaze:

Did I do something wrong?

ChaEunwoo:

No, you didn't

Just a lot happened really quickly

It's just made me feel differently

Y/NDaze:

Different than what?

ChaEunwoo:

Just from how things were before

Y/NDaze:

Do you think we'll ever be the same?

ChaEunwoo:

I really don't know

I'm sorry, things are just really weird

for me right now

But thank you for talking to me about it all

Y/NDaze:

We can talk any time

ChaEunwoo: 

So, how is school and everything going?

Y/NDaze:

It's alright, just same old same old

ChaEunwoo:

How's your friend Mary?

Y/NDaze:

She's not really my friend anymore

ChaEunwoo:

Yeah, it sucks when people change

What about your other friend, Myungjun?

Y/NDaze:

Haven't seen him in a while

ChaEunwoo:

Oh, okay

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ChaEunwoo is typing. . .

ChaEunwoo:

I'm sorry, I don't think I can do this right now

Y/NDaze:

Is something wrong?

ChaEunwoo:

No, talking is just kind of hard

I've got to go soon anyways

But we'll talk again later?

Y/NDaze:

Yeah. . .of course

See ya

ChaEunwoo is away

𝙴𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 | 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎

| 𝘈, (𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵) 𝘍 | 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝖧𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 / 𝖢𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾 𝖠𝖴, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍

| 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 |  

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↳ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘓𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘰. 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰.  

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 2000𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘐𝘔 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘠/𝘕'𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 2000𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘐𝘔 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘠/𝘕 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩   𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘠/𝘕'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘠/𝘕 𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺?

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𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 - 𝙔/𝙉𝘿𝙖𝙯𝙚

𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 - 𝙔/𝙉

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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙀𝙪𝙣𝙬𝙤𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣

Y/NDaze:

Dongmin! Hey

ChaEunwoo:

Hi! And I told you to call me Eunwoo

Y/NDaze:

Trying to get used to it lol

ChaEunwoo:

That's okay

Though the most important thing is that we're seniors! 

So what's up?

Y/NDaze:

Nothing much

What are you up to?

ChaEunwoo:

Nothing, just listening to some music :)

Do you like Coldplay?

Y/NDaze:

Yeah, totally!

Their last album was really good

ChaEunwoo:

It really was!

I'm so glad you like them, they're my favorite

Their lyrics are in my info

Oh! By the way

Are you going to Rocky's party tonight?

Y/NDaze is typing. . .

Y/NDaze:

Maybe, I haven't decided

ChaEunwoo:

You should go! It'd be no fun without you

It's crazy that we're already having end of school parties

Y/NDaze:

Yeah, it really is crazy

The time flew by this year, and college is close by

ChaEunwoo:

I know!

I'm excited to be done with this school if being honest

between you and me

Remember Minhae from our math class?

Y/NDaze:

Yeah, why?

ChaEunwoo:

She won't stop messaging me right now

Y/NDaze:

What is she saying?

ChaEunwoo:

That she wants to talk or something?

I'm not really playing attention. . .

ChaEunwoo is typing. . .

ChaEunwoo is deleting. . .

ChaEunwoo is typing. . .

ChaEunwoo:

Just one more month to graduate

Why does it feel like we're so old?

Y/NDaze:

Haha, I guess it is kind of weird

Did you pick a school yet?

ChaEunwoo:

Eh, I didn't get accepted to my reach

school, so I'm just going to one of the others

But that's okay! Anything's better than high school

Where are you going?

Y/NDaze:

Oh, I got accepted to an art school!

Not sure what type of art, but I've been really 

interested in animation lately

I'm sure I'll figure it out when I get there

ChaEunwoo:

That's awesome! 

You've always been really talented

I'm sure whatever you end up, you'll be great

ChaEunwoo is typing. . .

ChaEunwoo is deleting. . .

ChaEunwoo is typing. . .

ChaEunwoo:

Hey. . .

Even though we're going to different schools,

do you promise you'll be there for me?

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Y/N looked at the message with wide eyes. Her heartbeat was going faster than normal. She placed her hand on her chest to try and calm it down while thinking of what to say. Her bottom lip unconsciously tucked under her teeth and her hands went on top of the keyboard.

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Y/NDaze:

Absolutely!

Nothing could ever keep me from talking to you

You're one of my best friends

ChaEunwoo:

And you're one of mine too!

You always will be Y/N :)

Oh wow, it's getting late!

I hope JinJin gets here soon so we can head

to the party

Y/NDaze:

Oh. . .leaving so soon?

ChaEunwoo:

Yeah, as soon as JinJin gets here

Then we're both heading to Rocky's party

If you're coming too, you should probably

leave soon

Will I see you there?

Y/NDaze is typing. . .

Y/NDaze:

Yeah, I will

ChaEunwoo:

Awesome!

I'm going to go get ready and wait

for JinJin

Hopefully Minhae stops messaging me once

I put up my away message :p

See you soon!

Y/NDaze:

See ya

ChaEunwoo is away

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