She was only six when their parents passed away, she couldn’t accept the fact that they were gone. They were the pillars in her life.  And so she ran away, she ran crazily fast until Minho couldn’t catch up anymore.

             Until a certain little boy caught her when she was squatting, leaning against the playground’s slide.

              “Why are you crying?” The little boy asked with a lollipop in one of his hands. She looked up and stared right into his eyes. He was styled with a neatly combed mushroom hair and clothes that seemed expensive.

              “…” but she ignored him.

              “Cute girl shouldn’t cry like that,” he said before wiping off her tears away clumsily with his thumb. “What’s your name?”

              “Minyoung, Choi Minyoung.” She answered, but before she could ask for his name, she heard another adult shouting.

              “Young master! It’s time to go!”

             The little boy looked towards the source of the voice before smiling, “I’ll be here tomorrow too, hope to see you.” And he ran off.

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