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"Do you think we did the right thing?" "He needs friends..." "But last time..." Mr. Han sighed as he held his head low. He needed Jisung to make friends so that his eminent death wouldn't be as hard on him. He needed his son to try. "I'll try to talk to him..." "Leave him."

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"I'll see you next time, Chris! And don't forget to give me an answer." Chris waved as Hanseul left in a different car. "This is very last minute, but are you interested in attending your high school reunion?" "Tomorrow?" "Yes." He thought about it. "Why not?" "I will RSVP then."

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"Jeon, I'm back." He slightly panicked as the lights turned off. "Jeon...?" He frowned as Careless Whispers started to play on the living room stereo. "Jeon, this isn't funny. I'm turning on the lights." My wrist was seized and I was whisked into the living room.

"What is go-" "Shh." I couldn't understand what was going on in his mind. He spun me around then continued to slow dance with me. "Jeon." He hummed in response while keeping his gaze with my own. "What's all this?" "Glad you asked."

"I'm sure you had a stressful day, so I decided that we should dance your worries away." I nodded, but doubted him. I couldn't help but feel he's hiding something. He suddenly dipped me then waggled his eyebrows. "Pretty smooth right?" "Very..."

The song had long since ended, yet I could still hear it playing in the back of my head. "You..." I gave him an innocent look in hopes of trying to prove my hunch. "It's late and y-you're probably tired." He lifted me up then sped walked away. "Guess I was wrong..."

I logged into Twitter and decided to see what my followers were up to.

It was chanstan again. I hoped to get more information from him tonight and hopefully learn his name. I rested my hand on my thigh then felt something hard. "Jisung..." I had failed to give him back his phone. He hasn't called either. I sighed then waited for chanstan to reply.

(credit to @/straykids971003 for the fanart)

He left me on seen. I didn't ask anything inappropriate, did I? I simply wanted to know him better. I smiled happily as he started to type. I scowled at his reply. "'I'm closer than you think.' Does he mean...?" I looked towards the direction Jeonhoon went in. "It can't be..."

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Mr. Han knocked on Jisung's door before entering. "Today's your first day..." "Please don't make me go..." Mr. Han could see his son shaking, but he couldn't let this go. "Do you want me to go with you?" "Yes..." "But you know I can't stay." Mr. Han sighed sadly.

"Your aunt will probably be here before I get back, so spend time with her." "Okay..." Mr. Han held Jisung close before ushering him into the car. Jisung nervously shook his leg as he bit down on his hand. He imagined everything that could go wrong and scared himself shitless.

"We're here." Jisung shrunk back at the sight of the building. "Come on, let's go meet your principal." Jisung slowly unbuckled himself then got out of the car. His anxiety had rose to an all time high.

"Nice to meet you both. Please, have a seat." They sat down as Ms. Im looked over papers. "So he's been in and out of school..." "Just once." She nodded then looked up at them. "Other than that, you'd be a perfect fit at our school." Jisung weakly cheered.

He found himself alone in the halls holding his schedule with his shaky hands. "Hey! You're the new student." He backed up as someone started walking towards him. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Here." The person stopped moving and simply held out their hand.

[찬]
Thirty six. Thirty seven. My breathing was starting to become haggard as I came close to finishing my daily sit ups. "Fifty." I sat up then was helped up by Wanjung. "You're getting better everyday." "Am I?" He laughed then handed me my water bottle.

"I remember when you could barely finish one set of three." I looked away in embarrassment as I hydrated myself. "You're doing great kid. Speaking of kids, how's Hanseul? You two a thing yet?" I choked on my water at his question. "You asked what now?"

"Well, everyone sees how close you are, and she isn't exactly subtle." I shook my head then exhaled. "We won't ever be." "And why is that?" There were quite a few reasons. "She's just not my type." "Oooh? So, what is your type?" "Hm..."

We left the courts and he continued to bug me about my type. I had an idea, but was it really okay to tell my coach? He didn't need to know everything. "Well, as long as you promise not to say or do anything." "Promise." We linked pinkies as we waited for my ride in the lobby.

"Hm, blonde hair like mine, innocent doe-ish eyes, timid, not too talkative, same music taste would be nice, squishable cheeks..." I continued to list a few more then stopped to look at my coach. "Sounds like you have someone in mind already." "Nah." "You do."

Did I really? No one came to mind when I thought about it. "There's no one. I can't think of anyone like that." "Ah, your ride's here. go rest up for tomorrow's tournament." I nodded then waved goodbye. I couldn't have described someone. I didn't know anyone like that.