Week-ends

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Hyunjin's pov:

"Dad? Hello?"

*Bip* *Bip*

It's the fifth time I've tried to reach him this morning. My hand is shaking on my phone. The shivers are getting worse each day.

Why hasn't he come back home already?

Sometimes, I wonder if he's dead, but then, I reassure myself thinking someone must be paying these bodyguards.

I get up, put on three sweaters to compensate for this phantom cold taking over me, and I reach for my fridge.

All this food seem so unappealing. I take out a yogurt, to only throw it away after one spoonful. And then, I go back to bed, my blinds still shut down.

I hate weekends.




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    "What's up today, fucker?"

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