Seungyoon was strolling down the street happily; beaming up and down under the morning light. He just went out from the house after Jinwoo had left to work and then he directly went to the phone shop to sell his old mobile phone and then now it’s around 9.30 a.m, it’s too early to went back home, so he decided to take a walk around the town.

After walking for a while he stopped in front of a small café before decided to enter it and bought some food. After that he leave the café and take out his new mobile phone, thumb scrolling the contact list that he had saved a moment ago then pressed the dial button.

He kept on walking while waiting for the other side to answer but, after a few moment of waiting the operator was the one who answered it. He furrowed his eyebrows then staring at the screen in confusion.

‘Maybe I should call latter’ his mind said before pocketing back his mobile phone and continue to walk. 

Seungyoon was starring at the tall orange building in front of him. Heart thumping nervously, he had never done this kind of thing before and he never go to this kind of place either. The only place that he ever went to was his old apartment, his work place where he met with a bunch of people like him, criminal. Since he was ten years old he never had a normal life like what other child had, when other child went to school to study and playing with their friends then Seungyoon had to stuck with his job, delivering drug, running here and there under the burning sunlight with body damped in sweat and face red in exhausted.

Funny wasn’t it? He didn’t even have parents. He didn’t even know whether it was because his parents had die or because they threw him away, because they didn’t want anymore burden to bear in this harsh world. He didn’t know, no one had told him, not even his caretaker on the orphanage and he never asked even though he wanted to know, what for? It didn’t matter anymore, the fact that he had no parents is enough. He had lost the figure who should have showed him right and wrong, so he ended up this way.

Nothing to regret, because if he did regret everything, it will only sent him into a big hole called despair. Then it will made him ended up trapped and locked in a room called catastrophe. And he didn’t need any of it, living his life right now was hard enough.

Taking a deep big breath Seungyoon lifted up his feet and walking towards the big entrance gate. His heart fluttered upon seeing the tall building and the wide grass field in front of him, he never had the chance to taste how it felt to spend his days in here, many people who had experienced it saying that it was so boring and . But, for Seungyoon it didn’t seems like that, it’s looked so great. Then Seungyoon imagined himself playing football in that fresh green field with his friends, screaming to each other demanding for the ball, cursing when their opponent manage to break through their goal, but in the end they would laughing together as if nothing had happened. A smile creep out on Seungyoon’s face.

His eyes scanning every detail around him, didn’t want to miss a single part of this place, a place that he had dreamed for from along time ago. He kept strolling around the building, climbing every stairs that lead him to the higher floor. Fifth floor the guard said earlier. At the right wings of the building.

Here he was, on fifth floor then his eyes spotted a room with a ‘Head of Art Department’. He found it, with a proud smile he headed towards the closed door.

CLICK

He got startled seeing the door being opened.

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Funny, he had planned to surprise Jinwoo. But, what is this?

He was the one who ended up surprised.

His step got slowed down before finally fully stopped. He couldn’t believe with what he saw, he could feel the thick air around them, as if the air had stopped moving too, made him lack of oxygen. His chest got tightened.

He was standing in there, in front of him, freezing on his spot just like him. There he is, standing a person that he had ignored in a while. Seungyoon almost breaking into tears when he saw him. Not because he felt relieved to be able saw that face again, not because he fe