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・。S-S-SCULLY!!!・*

「  @rmyejun 」

It’s quite the experience, he thought. 

Taking a leak in the middle of the night on a retreat to an island off the peninsula, just for the sake of trying to get into a university for weirdos at the age of twenty-five. 

It wasn’t really, pathetic — yet.

Taejoon finished what he had to do and was immediately startled by the sound of footsteps coming from behind him. They silence as soon as he waited to see if he could hear any joints pop, causing him to silently look around. Since being startled, he was thrown out of focus. It didn’t quite help that he was half-asleep, but everything began to look unfamiliar. Earlier, he made sure to remind himself that he was supposed to go back to his left. 

But now, his left was no longer his left, nor was it his right — or was it?

He whipped his head around and began to walk to what he thought was his previous left. Taejoon looked behind him when he heard a joint crack, unless it came from in front of him ——

“ AAAH !! ”

When he walked into a body, he jumped while letting out a godforsaken yelp and stumbled back. His heart was going a mile a minute and his eyes set upon another person, with the exact post-traumatic shocked expression that Taejoon had. He glared at the other as though he deserved an explanation for being scared to death after peeing in the woods.

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・。CONSIDER IT THERAPY・*

「  @rmjae  」

While assuming his position by the furthest corner in the walk in fridge, Taejoon promptly released all the items in his arms onto the shelves in front of him. There was only perhaps a few days worth of milk cartons that he had scavenged since realizing that his mini-fridge had called it quits after nearly 8 years of doing justice. The milk he had left were mostly the assortment of flavored milks, mainly banana and strawberry.

He had nothing but a carrot to trust in keeping the door open, since he had guessed that the fridge could only be locked from the outside and at 2 in the morning on a Tuesday — he wasn’t going to take his chances on testing the fridge’s abilities to lock from the inside or outside. Taejoon was too busy thinking of how he would explain this to the cooks in the morning, or how he’d even get a new mini-fridge at the beginning of the year.

SLAM!

" Oh god. ”

He turned around immediately, seeing another male inside the fridge.

And in his hand, much to Taejoon’s demise, was a carrot.  

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・。GO FALL IN A DITCH・*

「  @rmdanbi​  」

There were just three little things that weren’t really going for Taejoon at 4:30 AM.

He was carrying all the equipment in long sleeves and jeans.

He was also carrying Danbi.

The hurdles were bigger than he thought.

He let out a heavy sigh amongst all the breaths his lungs were forcing in and out of him. Danbi had evidently rolled or sprained her ankle after they quickly decided to team up, leaving him no choice but to promptly offer to carry her. It was the “no man left behind” mindset more than chivalry, but in return she had promised to make sure that they’d be untouchable the whole way through. Intangibility was something he had thought only described overpriced and abstract art, but frankly her powers had made the trek absolutely smooth.

The steep hill was manageable, the grove of trees and rocky beach were events that he’d hopefully laugh about in three weeks, and they had passed the shack only minutes before he stopped to bend over completely and breathe. The torches were on the other side of the hurdles, which were going to be impossible for him considering he wasn’t able to mimic a rabbit or some shit. 

While he was busy breathing, he tipped over to get Danbi off his back and managed to croak out a simple question — just for clarification.

“ How the flying fuck are we supposed to get over those? ”

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⑇ ʀᴇᴄʏᴄʟᴀʙʟᴇs & ɪɴᴛʀᴏ !!

ʜɪʏᴀ! ɪ'ᴍ ᴍɪᴄᴀʜ. ɪ'ᴍ 21. ɪ'ᴍ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ɪs ᴛᴀᴇᴊᴏᴏɴ. ʜᴇ's ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ. ʜᴇ's 25. 

ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪs ʙᴏɴᴇs ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs sᴋɪɴ. ɪᴛ's ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢʀᴏss & ʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴀᴅ. ʙᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴛ ʜᴇ's ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ʜᴇ's ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴇs. ʜᴇ ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴛᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ's ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴛᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ (ᴀᴋᴀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ) ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴇᴍᴏ. sᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴀ ɢᴏ ʟᴍᴀᴏ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀ sᴛᴜғғ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ᴏғғ!

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I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart