"Jisung, let go!" "Please... just a bit longer..." I felt tears continue to pour out of my eyes. "Fine..." I pulled away after a while then put on my hood. "I'm sorry..." I repeatedly apologize then quickly left. My heart couldn't take it. I didn't want to do something I'd regret.

[찬]
"He left his phone..." I felt pain on the back of my head. "I told you not to separate from me, you idiot." "But the bodyguards are here..." "So? Stay with me." I put his phone in my pocket as Jeonhoon dragged me away. I started to wonder why Jisung cried.

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"Hey!" "Huh?" He frowned then put his controller down. "You're thinking hard on something." "I'm not." "You always space out when you think hard. It's so bad that you don't even notice your surroundings." "Is it really that bad...?"

"Yes. You almost got hit by a car." I gave him a look full of horror. "Yeah, now talk to me." "No, it's fine. You wouldn't know anything." "That's rude." "Then what can you tell me about Jisung?" "Jisung? Is that the name of the person who hugged you...?" "Yeah."

"I don't even know who he is." "Exactly." I put the controller down then headed upstairs. Jeonhoon was obviously of no use in this area. I then remembered that I had his phone. I knew it wasn't right to snoop, but I couldn't help myself. "Oh, that's me."

He had a picture of me holding a trophy as his lock screen. I felt bad then put the phone down. I couldn't bring myself to look through his private things. I jumped as the phone started to ring. "Hello? Oh, Jisung. Yes, I have it. I can't exactly leave. I can give it to you tomorrow."

"I'll be at the center tomorrow." I sighed as I should've given him a place to wait for me like a room or an area outside. I heard the door open and saw Jeonhoon poke his head inside. "Hey..." "Hm?" "I'm sorry for being useless..." "You're not. You have your own life."

"Oh, aren't you meeting Hanseul tomorrow?" "You're right..." I had forgotten. "I did mention a time right?" "About 10 I think." "Ah..." I sighed as Jisung said he'd be around at that time. He said had something important to do before meeting me.

[3rd]
"Chris~!" She hugged him tight then let go. "Did you bring your racquet?" "Yep!" "Do you mind waiting on the court for me?" "Chris!" Jisung slowed to a stop as he saw Chris with Hanseul. "Chris, who is this?" Jisung watched the two of them interact with envy.

"I'll see you on the court." She left the area and they were soon alone. Chris walked over to Jisung then felt himself falling back onto the floor. "You're with her again? What's so good about her huh?" "Jisung, get off of me!"

Chris put his hands behind his head for protection as Jisung started to shake him violently. "Chris!" "Hanseul-" "Get off of him you psycho!" Soon a tussle occurred between Hanseul and Jisung while Chris tried to separate them. "You-"

She threw him to the floor and rendering him immobile. "Wait, Hanseul-" "Where are your bodyguards? You! Throw him out!" She let them take Jisung away. "Chris, how could you just expect me let him do that to you? Charge him with assault! Have him locked up!"

Chris bit his bottom lip as Hanseul had made a point. He couldn't help but think that Jisung didn't actually mean what he did. He couldn't help but see the good in people. "I won't this time. Maybe next time, if there is one..." "You're too nice, Chris..."

"I don't think he intended to hurt me...It just happened..." She patted his head then sighed. "Let's play a bit and get your mind off of it." "If you think it'll help." She linked her arm with his and dragged him off to the courts.

[지]
I sat on the ground burning with anger and jealousy. What was she to him? Was he secretly dating her behind our backs? I watched from afar as they rallied together. My grip on the fence tightened the longer I stared at her. She needed to leave the picture. Permanently.

I went to take out my phone then realized I never got it back. I couldn't go anywhere near the center as it was being patrolled. There was nothing I could do. I sighed heavily then looked at my hands. I didn't notice the pain until now. I decided to head home.

I opened the door to the house. It was quiet until I heard a woman's voice. It wasn't one I was familiar with. "Dad..." I walked to the living room and saw my dad talking to a woman. "Is she your girlfriend?" "Your aunt." She waved at me while smiling. "Explain."

"Your father asked me to stop by every so often." "Why?" They looked at each other then back at me. "We can't tell you yet... Your father means well, it's just so you can get used to me." "Used to you? Are we going to be living with her?" "Sort of..."

There was something they obviously weren't telling me. "Fine, don't tell me." "Ah, one more thing." "What?" "We decided to enroll you back in school..." I looked at them in shock. "School...?" "We think you're ready to tackle it again..." "No!" I ran to my room.