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Hairi sat on the rim of her childhood bed, looking at the pale glow of the moonlight peeping through the curtains. Hairi reached for the small diary that she started keeping for the last couple of weeks-cataloguing her jumps. The pages she once smoothed over had become creased, the folds swelled up with notes, dates and snatches of moments that she tried to rewrite.

She flipped to the most recent entry.

November 18th, 6:35 PM. Confession to Sehun.
Result: Pulled back before completion. Again.

Her hand shook as she scribbled the update, her frustration pouring into every stroke of her pen. She didn't know how much longer she could take this. The constant rewinds, the endless attempts to piece together a future that always seemed to slip through her fingers-it was wearing her down.

Her gaze drifted to the clock on her bedside table. 7:30 PM. This time wasn't far from the first jump she'd experienced. That moment, weeks ago, when she had unknowingly activated the device hidden beneath her bed-a device she still barely understood.

With a sigh, Hairi stood and crossed the room to retrieve the device. The small, inconspicuous object glinted in the dim light. It looked like a simple stopwatch, but its mechanism held the power to bend time itself.

A blessing? Or a curse?

Hairi's fingers hovered over the button. She had learned the hard way that using it came with consequences-unpredictable ripples that seemed to alter events in ways she couldn't always control. Every jump cost her something, though she couldn't always tell what until it was too late.

"Why does it always pull me back here?" she whispered to the silent room.

A knock at her door startled her out of her thoughts. Before she could respond, the door creaked open, and Minji stepped inside.

"Hairi?" Minji's voice was soft, but her expression was serious. "I figured you'd be here."

Hairi blinked in surprise. "Minji? How did you-"

"Another jump, right?" Minji interrupted, closing the door behind her. "I saw you disappear. One second you were there, and the next... gone when you were with Sehun the other day as I was outside the cafe."

Hairi's heart sank. Of course, Minji had noticed. Her best friend always seemed to know when something was off.

"You saw that?" Hairi asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Minji nodded, sitting on the bed beside her. "Yeah. I didn't know what to do, so I just waited. I figured you'd come back eventually." She glanced at the device in Hairi's hand. "I told you to stop using that thing."

"I didn't mean to use it this time," Hairi admitted, her voice trembling. "It just... it just happens sometimes. I don't know how to stop it."

Minji sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Hairi, this isn't sustainable. You can't keep trying to fix everything. You're only making things worse."

"I know," Hairi said, her eyes filling with tears. "But what am I supposed to do? Just let things fall apart? Just... lose everything?"

Minji placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Sometimes, you have to let go of control. You can't keep fighting time, Hairi. It's not something you can win against."

Hairi shook her head, her voice rising with desperation. "But what about Sehun? I've already messed up so much. I've tried to fix it, but every time, I just make it worse. If I don't try, then what's the point of all this?"

Minji's expression softened. "The point is to live, Hairi. To move forward, even if it's hard. Sehun doesn't need you to fix the past. He needs you to be here, in the present, with him."

Hairi sat in silence for a long moment, Minji's words echoing in her mind. She thought about Sehun, about the way he had looked at her earlier. He hadn't needed explanations or apologies-he had only wanted her to stop running.

Was she so caught up in fixing the past that she was forgetting to live in the present?

"I don't know if I can do that," Hairi admitted. "What if I've already ruined everything?"

Minji gave her a small smile. "You haven't. Sehun cares about you, Hairi. That much is obvious. But he can't help you if you don't let him in."

Hairi nodded slowly, her grip on the device loosening. Maybe it was time to stop relying on the jumps, to face the consequences of her actions instead of trying to erase them.

"Do you think he'll forgive me?" she asked quietly.

"I think he's been waiting for you to stop running," Minji said.

Hairi took a deep breath, the weight of her decision settling over her. She placed the device back in its hiding spot, resolving not to use it again-no matter how tempting it might be.

"Okay," she said, her voice steadier now. "I'll talk to him. I'll tell him everything."

Minji smiled. "That's the Hairi I know."

The next morning, Hairi found herself standing outside the café where she and Sehun often met. Her heart raced as she rehearsed what she wanted to say, her resolve wavering with every passing second.

But then she spotted him, sitting by the window, his sketchpad open in front of him. The sight of him, so familiar and yet so precious, gave her the courage to take the next step.

She pushed open the door, the bell above it chiming softly, and walked toward him.

Sehun looked up, his eyes widening slightly when he saw her. "Hairi?"

She smiled nervously. "Hi, Sehun. Can we talk?"

He nodded, closing his sketchpad. "Yeah. Of course."

Hairi sat down across from him, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I have something to tell you," she began, her voice steady despite the fear bubbling inside her. "Something I should have told you a long time ago."

And for the first time, Hairi chose not to run. Instead, she let the present guide her, one step at a time.

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Will she tell him or not? stay tune.