To The Sky

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Sound track : Cruel Summer
by Taylor Swift

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Continuation....

"Imma leave the door open....
yeah babaeAAAOOMMAAAH...!!!"

-My solo singing show suddenly transforming into a total disaster as I shrieked in pain, colliding against a solid wall of muscle or something. All I could see at that moment was my trash bags flying away with a pile of cardboard boxes tumbling on top of me as I fell on the floor on my butts.

"Aish, jinjja!"

-I hissed, rubbing my butts, removing the boxes on top of me.

"What on earth-? Wait a sec-"

-My eyes almost bulging out in utter disbelief.

"You again?!"

-I exclaimed, pulling my headset off my head, gawking at the guy before me, who was equally on his butts, lying on the floor with my trash bags all over him.

Yes, the same doe-eyed guy. Once again.

He gawked at me, I gawked at him. We both squinting our eyes equally. Totally flabbergasted.

But then soon my eyes narrowed into thin slits. My mind replaying all our encounters up till now, mutilating it one by one.

I mean c'mon; first, at the campus. Second, at the streets. And now, in my accommodation building...?

My muscles tightens as red sirens blew loud in my head, screaming just one single word- STALKERRRR!!!

Immediately, my instincts kicked in as I was about to leg-lock him on the floor and dial 112 asap.

However-

"Aggghwhatthe-?!!"

-I shouted with a mixture of pure bafflement and utter shock as I see myself getting leg-locked instead within mere span of seconds before I found my body completely trapped between his legs.

"Yaaah, mwo hae (what are you doing)?"

-I scowled at him, cocking my head, feeling my muscles entirely confined.

Anyways, the guy don't bother to answer me as he picked out his phone from his pocket and dials a number.

"Yaaaah, neo mi-cheo-sseo (are you crazy)?

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