Taeyong and Johnny took turns looking at what was out there. The atmosphere was agitated as the mysterious girl kept walking while reaching for anything in front of her. The stick she was carrying was getting harder and harder to hit the snowy ground."I was wondering what you saw, Johnny?" Jaehyun asked. "Her face is very pale, her eyes are white, if you know the ghost in The Untamed film, you can describe its shape," said Johnny. "What could she be looking for?" Haechan asked guessingly. "I also don't know, the possibility that he is really a ghost ... she still had problems that were not resolved when she died," said Baozi. "That's something I often hear from my parents," muttered Yuta. They decided to find out by going out and seeing the innke
"Are you all right?" asked Hyunseon, as Lalin was just waking up from her faint."Where are the others?" asked Lalin."They're meeting in the living room," Hyunseon replied."What's going on?" asked Lalin again."They fainted when they were possessed by Aqing, a strange spirit in this inn," Hyunseon replied."How can that be? I can't feel anything," Lalin muttered."I don't know, it all feels so weird."Shortly after, Baozi went into the two girls' room to check on Lalin's condition."We agreed to go home soon tomorrow," Baozi said.Lalin frowned, not understanding, "Why? Didn't we just have a day here?""The situation is really dangerous, the spirit that took possession of your body a while ago is a spirit afflicted with negative energy," Baozi explained."What's wrong with her?" asked Lalin."
Lalin looks at the shells Yuta gave her this morning, now that she's home, and lets her mind wander. She thinks as she stares at the brown bodies, wiping them gently.Lalin is still troubled by Yuta's declaration of love this morning. She still feels like she's in a dream and doesn't even believe that the man of Japanese descent is attracted to her.Why is that, really?That's question filling Lalin's brain now, why does the man like her for such a short time. They've only known each other for a few weeks, yet it feels like Yuta has known her for years.KLIK!The door opens, Baozi enters, not feeling guilty for not knocking first. He has his hands folded in front of his chest and grins."If you like it, just say so....""I like it ... But, can we fit in there?" asked Lalin."Try it out, you can judge it when you've dated," said Baozi.
After vacation, the beach was over. They had returned to campus for study and pursued assignments that were left far behind. "So, you've officially become Yuta's girlfriend?" asked Hyunseon in a whisper. "Yes, that is so...." "Good, you finally dare to conquer your fear of him." Baozi replied to Lalin's words. "I mean dare to conquer your fear of love." "I still find it confusing," said Lalin quickly. "Confused? Why?" asked Hyunseon, knitting her eyebrows together. Lalin played with her knuckles which looked significantly tapered at that time. "I'm just confused why Yuta is confessing love so quickly after only knowing me for a while." "Love is unpredictable." Baozi smiled wryly. "That's not what I meant," replied Lalin quickly. "No, don't
Lalin suddenly wakes up to the sound of crying out of nowhere. She was stunned for a moment as she continued to try to figure out what was going on.She immediately got out of her bed, trying to open the door, and saw the situation outside. Baozi is seen falling asleep in the television room as Lalin opens the door. Lalin glances at the off-list television.Then she went back into her room, curled up behind a thick blanket patterned with her Doraemon. She was annoyed that she couldn't sleep in peace.A second later, she tried to grab her phone lying on the nightstand, intending to listen to music or just watch a movie.Lalin sighs when she sees a notification on her phone's status bar. Yuta just sent her a text message.The crying heard by Lalin gets louder and louder, making her a little sick of feeling depressed. She stared at the curtains of her window, which was getting more and more open because it was blown away by the wind.She quickly ran,
"What's going on? You seem to have a little problem," Taeyong said as he placed a tray of his food on the table."We're okay," murmured Lalin."You guys seem to shut up to each other," murmured Taeyong again."Yes, it looks like you guys have a problem," murmurs Mark, who realizes the two are quiet while eating ice cream."We don't have a problem, we're just being quiet while enjoying the taste of this ice cream," Lalin replied."Oh like that apparently, then... What about your job? Is it over?" asked Taeyong to Lalin."It's done. Just waiting for the result," Lalin replied."Good, oh yes... You and your two friends are interested in not attending a college event? There you can meet other friends.""I'll come if my two friends come," Lalin replied."All right, I'll wait for the answer." Taeyong nodded and sipped his coffee. "There's
I had just entered the campus environment when all prospective new students entered a long and vast field. I felt torn between sadness and pity whenever I saw some prospective students running fast as if I would not be alive after being punished by the head chancellor or by a new student advisor like me I was a prospective in an old university in the Gwanak-gu area. A university that is the target of all students because the university I chose is the best and has the best ranking in Korea. Even from the sixty thousand prospective students and students who apply, there is only a one per cent chance of being accepted by Seoul National University. It was a fortune for transfer students like me and Han Guangjun to be accepted there thanks to a Taekwondo martial arts champion’s charter last year in Busan. “Hey, you! Are you a new college student?” I turned around when I heard
CRANGG! Our hearts literally almost shot out when suddenly the painting that was displayed in front of us fell over, causing the expensive frame to shatter into pieces and scatter on the floor. Hyunseon began to grip my hand tightly in fear, while Guangjun was still trying to appear manly despite the cold sweat running down his face. In the midst of his fear, Han Guangjun was still trying to look like an authoritative man who wanted to protect both of us. I didn't know what was stalking us all in the room, I was just a little worried that this would endanger the lives of both Guangjun and Hyunseon. "What ghost are we really dealing with, Lalin?" whispered Guangjun later. "I don't know," I replied. "Are you kidding me? You can see it, come on ... just tell me what you saw," Hyunseon grumbled. "I'm not kidding one bit, I don't see that
“You’re from outside Korea, right?” asked the senior. Who only stared at him like a strange, reclusive immigrant. Guangjun smiled. “We’re from Tiongkok, but our language is no less good than yours.” “Right. You don’t look like an immigrant ... um ... but, why did you break the frame of the painting?” The senior asked again. “Don’t you know that the immoral things you do in class will be seen by surveillance cameras?” said a senior named Ten. Guangjun swallowed his saliva, as did Hyunseon, who was standing behind me, who looked indifferent to the two unskilled seniors. “We didn’t break the painting, we were just trapped there,” I replied. “How did you get trapped there? You locked the door from the inside,” Senior Ten snorted. “We’re not kidding,” I replied again. “Um