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5:11 pm

Hong Jisoo
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Cheonsa: Asan ka?

Cheonsa: Diba nakasuot ka ng kulay blue na shirt tapos jeans?

Jisoo: Ah yeah? Why?

Cheonsa: Show yourself

Jisoo: What?

Cheonsa: Akala mo hindi kita nakita? Kanina ka pa nakasunod sa amin

Jisoo: Am not

Cheonsa: You are.

Jisoo: No.

Cheonsa: Baka gusto mong lumapit pa ako sa pinagtataguan mo ngayon

Seen 5:15 pm

Cheonsa: See? I knew it was you

Jisoo: Sorry

Cheonsa: So bakit ka nakasunod? Stalker ka ba ng isa sa amin?

Jisoo: Yea

Jisoo: No!

Cheonsa: So sino?

Jisoo: Wala nga

Cheonsa: Halika dito

Jisoo: Ayoko

Cheonsa: Halika sabi.

Jisoo: No. Aalis na lang ako

Cheonsa: Bakit? Di mo na ba kami susundan?

Jisoo: Hidni na

Jisoo: I mean, I am not following you!

Cheonsa: Deny pa more

Cheonsa: Lapit ka na kasi

Jisoo: No. I am leaving

Jisoo: Bye.

Hong Jisoo logged out.


Napatingin ako sa punong ilang metro lang ang layo sa amin. He was there and now I am seeing him walking away from the tree, casually, like he didn't had a chat with me. Suddenly, I felt like I want to follow him, too.

My feet started dragging me away from my friends who didn't even notice me. Their attentions are on their phones.

One step.

Two.

Three.


"Hyung? Saan ka pupunta?," tanong ni Minghao.

Napatingin ako sa gawi nila. All eyes are already settled on me, asking why am I going back. Tinitigan ko silang mabuti bago lumingon sa daang pinanggalingan namin, sa bulto ng isang estrangherong nagngangalang Hong Jisoo. Then, back at them.


"Hyung?"

I looked back at Jisoo's way. Unti unti na siyang lumalayo. And my heart is starting to pump painfully like it is having a hard time looking at that stranger leaving and not looking back. Napakuyom ang mga kamay ko.

"May pupuntahan lang ako saglit. Don't worry, uuwi din ako agad. May bibilhin lang ako," I said. My forefinger crossed with the middle one, indicating that I am totally regretful that I lied to them.


I can feel the worries ejecting from their expressions. But then, I am older than them and they HAVE TO understand and follow me for what I say. They have to.

"Okay. Mag-ingat ka," they chorused.


I nodded and quickly ran, silently praying I could catch up with him.

Jisoo! Sandali!

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