˚₊✩‧₊ [ 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] it was my fault

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THREE more hours had passed, and she had given up on knocking on the door by now

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THREE more hours had passed, and she had given up on knocking on the door by now.

she sat a couple of boxes away from the door with her legs crossed, feeling completely exhausted. her eyes start watering again, and though her body had no energy to stand up, she still had the energy to cry. she held onto sunghoon's hoodie, crying even more at the way it smelled like him.

she cries for what felt like 30 minutes when she hears a rumbling noise coming from outside. her shoulders flinch and hopelessly crawls to the door. she doesn't even bother to stand up but bangs her hand on the door. "somebody, please.." she weakly says.

to her surprise, somebody starts moving the door handle. her eyes lit up, and starts crying louder out of shock. "hello? is somebody there?" she hears a male voice through the door. the grip on the door strengthens, and the person was now basically trying to bust in.

"yes! please help me, i was locked here!" she says as loud as she can, still on the floor as she felt her legs like jelly. a gasp is heard through the door, "uhm, hold on! i'll go get some help!"

oblivious to the girl who kept crying in the enclosed room, the male hotel staff runs to the part where the school was staying in, searching with his eyes for one of the teachers. he runs to whose name he remembered was mr seung, who sat with his hands gripping his hair, stressed. "sir! i think i found your student!"

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