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Jung Miyoung POV

Hyungwon didn't show up the next day. Nor the next. After a week of his absence, people began to grow worried

"I wonder what happened to him, is it only because he placed sixth?" Minji speculated

"Sixth isn't even bad! Oh god, he's such an overachiever, my Hyungwonnie. I wish I could be there for him, but nobody knows where he lives" said her friend, Eunha

I snorted. Half of the girls I knew were delusional, thinking Hyungwon was in love with them

"Get a grip" I muttered under my breath

It must have come out louder than I intended, because Eunha whipped her head towards me and bared her fangs

"Excuse me?"

I was unfazed

"You're excused"

Eunha placed her talons on her hips and glared at me with her beady eyes. She was a full head shorter than me, so it was comical.

"I bet you're glad that Hyungwonnie is gone, aren't you? He's always been better than you, hasn't he? You're nothing compared to him, Miyoung. You're just a jealous, hating bitch who doesn't know how the-"

She never got the the chance to finish her sentence. Right then, Eunmi came by behind her and pretended to trip, causing her bottle pf pomegranate to spill all over Eunha

Eunmi giggle sweetly

"Oops, sorry! Clumsy me, you know?"

Eunha's mouth hung wide open as Minji took her arm and led her away. We watched as the two of them disappeared down the hall, minutes away from a girly freak out. Eunmi let out a sigh

"It is weird though? Isn't it?"

"What?"

"Hyungwon. It's unlike him to miss so much of school. And barely anybody knows where he lives, isn't that strange? It's like he's got a dark family secrets he doesn't want anyone to find out"

I chewed my lip. The only reason why I knew where he lived was because of the third grade project. It never occurred me that so many people weren't aware of his place of residence. I supposed that I had always taken that bit of information for granted

"I'm going to see him" I said

"What?" Eunmi asked "You know where he lives?"

"Yeah, but, don't tell me anyone, okay?"

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As I rode the bus home, I scrolled through our old texts. Maybe he was alright, and just needed to distance himself from school. The last time I texted him was the night of his panic attack. He hadn't replied since

I got off three stops early, at the bus stop at the edge of his neighbourhood. His house was located at the end of his street, right by the woods. I clutched the straps of my book bag as I rang his doorbell. His house was quaint. In the daylight, it was well-kept and clean, like something out of a picture book

"Coming!" somebody called

The door was opened by a woman in her early forties, presumably Hyungwon's mother. She looked like a model. A typically young for somebody of her age. Her dark hair was styled in an updo and her lips were accentuated with red lipstick. Somebody could probably mistaken her to be his sister instead of his mother