#j:query.

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"Excuse me, but do you need any help with that?"

          Two heavy and large boxes were being carried by arms that resembled noodles. But, hey, don't judge someone by their appearance because those arms can carry up to almost twice her weight. A feminine voice peeped from in front of her, sticking her head over to the side, making sure that Jayoung was able to see her. Drooping those spaghetti-like arms, so the boxes wouldn't be in her view, she gave one of her rare, sincere smile as she shook her head lightly. “Ah, no. It's fine, miss. But thank you for asking!”

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"I think I saw you on TV or the news before. Are you famous?"

          Rubbing her chin in thought, she decided to just go along with whatever antics the guy was up to. “You probably did see me on TV, probably as me modeling or an interview of my company and I happened to be one of the interviewees,” she said. “Or, maybe you already know me and you're just being weird,” the girl mumbled softly, loud enough for only her ears.

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"Good morning!"

          The young female was, yet again, taking a serene walk in the park. It had always been a routine for her since she was young. Wake up, wash up, eat, brush her teeth, get dressed, and then get ready to go out. Nothing changed. Habitually, it tended to be in the same order, and almost identical timing. Her hands were stuffed in the front pocket of her sweater, which hid her petite frame. Jayoung hummed along to the music that was currently flowing out of her headphones until a light nudge played on her side.

          Looking over to the source, the girl couldn't help but to release a soft hiss at the intrusion. “Good morning,” greeted Jongin with a bright smile on his face. Jayoung simply nodded her head back in greeting before mumbling an incoherent 'morning' back to him.

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"Sorry! You dropped this!"

          How many times have Jayoung dropped something during her walk already? Twice? Maybe more, it doesn't matter how much she dropped her belonging. She was just a clumsy girl. A female ran up to her and lightly tapped her on the shoulder as if she were hesitating to bother the girl. Whipping her head over to the side in a fashionable manner, a brow quirked up. “Hm, what?” That same saying that she heard not a couple hours ago was repeated as the petite female handed her, her wallet.

          Gently snatching her wallet back, she bowed her head in thanks before displaying a rather forced smile upon her face. “Ah-- Thank you for picking this up.”

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"How could you be so careless?"

          Okay, sure she wasn’t exactly looking while walking on the crowded street. Jayoung isn’t one that is fond of crowds. But, calling her careless? Wasn’t that a bit too much? The brunette was sure that the stranger wasn’t even looking herself. 

                                              “How could you be so careless?”

          A scoff was rewarded to the girl’s ignorant saying. “Well, sorry miss,” she said in a mocking manner, not even caring about manners at this point.

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"Sorry! You dropped this!"

          A voice chirped behind her, making her halt. Pivoting her heels to see if it was her that the stranger was talking to. And of course, it was most likely her since there was basically no one around. “Hm?” hummed the girl as she tilts her head to the side. Eyes focusing on her hand phone in the stranger's hands, she widens her eyes and reaches over for it. “Oh god, thank you for picking this up.”

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Hello there— I hope you like donuts because I got one just for you.

Hello to you too, stranger. { ` she tucks a strand of hair behind her right ear before she dips her head politely; } Donuts? I'm not a big fan of sweets, but since it is just for me, thank you for it.

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"There's nowhere we can hide."

           The halls echoed. Footsteps could be heard through out the place, their hearts were pounding against their chests. The two decided to play a hardcore game of Running Man with a couple of their friends, and they were in the “Hide” group along with five other members. 

                                               “There’s nowhere we can hide.”

           Her teeth grazed over her bottom lip as she hushed the older female. “Sh,” her pointer finger went up to her lips, “I heard the bells. As long as we’re quiet, we won’t get caught.”