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「twelve」

Trying to find out something without clues can really crack heads in an instance. One might go overboard with impossible guesses for the curiosity to die down.

That is, if hints weren't just in front of you. But they were, and Jisoo was still in a state of puzzlement.

It was as though the feeling of getting to the bottom of it was farther than she thought it would be. Each note only added loads to form everything into another jigsaw puzzle.

Touché.

Apart from his identity, the reason behind all these was a huge question.

"Is he someone..." she had forgotten? Erase that, because there was no way she remembered a single detail about him. Not even a glimpse of his face rang any bell when a turn of event happened:

They met.

Once, in fact twice. Thrice if he happened to be that guy in front of her locker.

Maybe that was why his stance felt very familiar.

Familiarity is oftentimes wronged with how frequent that someone has been seen. After all, it has only been two times for now. He could be somebody else.

Tough luck Sherlock.

All these guessing games kept her up all night. Her eyes shifted from a handful of small squared papers to the screen of her phone, somehow half-expecting for a sign to invade her inbox.

She wouldn't budge. It was more expected that none would come. Needless to say, the last message was way back weeks ago.

Only did she drift to sleep when long hours of sorting nothing invited tiredness in her system.

The same questions as last night relentlessly made orbit around her head. From the second carbohydrates woke her senses up to the time that she was listening to the repetitive mention of the word 'function' in their Math class.

It was sorcery how the word would push through her ear then come out of the other in split seconds.

She supposed that the thoughts grew more in depth, digging their own rabbit's hole at the center of her mind.

Imagine having your name called all of a sudden in the middle of lecture by the teacher and feeling embarrassed afterwards.

If it wasn't because of a hand gently hitting the back of her shoulder, the latter was most likely to take place then.

Reassuring that the bespectacled aged man has his back facing the class, she tilted her head toward the girl seated behind her and was directed farther behind by pointing a finger at Nayeon.

At first, she could hardly make anything up from the gestures.

"Later" and "me" were all she understood.

Sure thing. Jisoo never really was quick-witted with inaudible languages. These two don't get along and Nayeon always knew.

After a speedy and catious glance in front, she leaned forward on the desk, resting half of her chest on top of it, and eyed intently on the confused friend.

Nayeon mouthed, "later. Come with me." Her mouth clearly shaped and hardened each syllable with so much strength.

"Ah," whisper-exclaimed Jisoo while nodding vehemently but frowning later. "Where?"