His heart was beating painfully in his chest. His breath was fast and he panted because of the sudden physical strain. Some strands of his black hair adhered to his forehead; the sweat was running down his temple and dripping from his chin. He turned sidestepping around a corner to the next cross street. He paused for a moment, stood still and supported himself against the old, partly fragile brick wall while he tried to catch his breath again. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to endure this much longer and he started to have a stitch in his side. Damn! With shaky hands he got the smartphone out of the pocket of his jacket. Still no response to his call and the words he had spoken at the mailbox in panic. He put the small instrument quickly back into his pocket. After that, Yang Yoseob took a deep breath and started to run again.

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So yeah I know, it's really really REALLY short. But it's just the foreword and I promise that the next (main) chapter will be much longer~

Can you guys guess what happened to Seobbie?

Stay tuned!! :D