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“Okay, okay I cannot function in this heat and this wind. I can’t. I’m sorry but I give up. I am going to go some place where there is A.C.” Jihun grumbled as she tried to push her hair from her face that was being blown by the wind.

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@secretsevcn
“Okay, okay I cannot function in this heat and this wind. I can’t. I’m sorry but I give up. I am going to go some place where there is A.C.” Jihun grumbled as she tried to push her hair from her face that was being blown by the wind.
&&.—a night different from the rest
FOR: @choi-jihun
Late night classes allowed her to get ahead on her requirements. Enthusiastic to get started in the real word, perhaps idealistic about what her future would look like, the young woman always took as many credits as possible. It was her fast track to actually starting to work. But it also meant that she was walking the streets far after sundown, a fact her guardians did not know. This was the reason that she stayed in a dorm after all. If she told her foster parents the fact that she was away from them and taking night classes like this, they would have a stroke. So without letting them know, she went about her regular walk home, the chill of the night keeping her alert. But there were some nights, every so often, that Seungah couldn’t help but feel there were eyes following her. Somewhere that she didn’t know, there was someone watching. Every time she just passed it off as paranoia. Who would be there? It was ridiculous. Tonight was no different. She took her standard route home. Until she hit the barricades for roadwork, directing her to take a detour. Perhaps tonight was different.