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Jia’s job consists of love, care, and respect for all the children who were left in her care at the daycare center. She took care of the children as if they were her own, but the only downfall of it all was the attachment. Jia loved the children, their innocence and untainted smiles that they had on their face everyday, it made Jia’s time worthwhile.

But like everything else in the human world, they would grow up and would be taken out of her care and on to the world where their lives would change completely. No longer would she be able to protect and care of them. It was heartbreaking.

And here she was, a shot of liquor in her hand and strands of hair all over her face. It had been a rough day. 3 children were taken out completely, their parents claiming that they would start school or they were moving. Jia would scream “bullshit” if she did ever curse, but she kept quiet with a smile on her face. There was no happy thing about a child leaving and the only way she learned how to cope was with drinks.

Just another day at work for the water witch. Today was fairly slow compared to the rest of week, but in retrospect, it was rather nice to have a day that was mostly just about mindlessly cleaning things and making sure everything is restocked instead of dealing with customers harassing her all of the time. After all, nothing could be worse than days filled with complicated orders and jerks who don’t even bother to look at the menu, yet get mad when you don’t have exactly what they want. Yes, truly, this day was going to be a lot better, or so Jimin thought.

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It wasn’t too difficult when you’re living in an apartment by yourself while your mother was off elsewhere. The Kangs were more than a dysfunctional family of witches while Seulgi and her mother hadn’t talked to each other in months. Every bad situation that occurred in the last few years wasn’t all her fault but her mom always made her feel like it was. She was glad to be away from her but on the inside, she felt different. Her mind had decided to block everything regarding the specific issue out of her head completely because her mind wouldn’t be able to handle it all. At least living alone had given her a sense of freedom, a place to call her own but her life was never stress free.

Her place wasn’t neat and yet it wasn’t the most unorganized home. Seulgi had a place for everything, even her stash of junk food, video games and various dvds. The walls were painted a very light purple color which wasn’t too fitting for her fury personality. But she felt spontaneous back then and had gotten used to the color, which had given her a comfortable feel when she enters her own home.

Her friend was suppose to come by and play a one on one game of Mario Kart; a game that Seulgi played frequently as well as other games. Ultimately, they had decided on a console game and not to mention that she’d never thought of ever being in the company of demons or at least a friend who was one. They had been the ones who had been the downfall of her father; drove him to madness but Seulgi was sure that Amber wasn’t a demon with those intentions but who knows. 

It is a new month yet again; Mark can barely believe how time flies so quickly. It’s feels like only a matter of days before the year end and the cycle begins once more.

Every month, the librarian usually assigns the library assistants to recover overdue books from borrowers. Mark being one of those assistants is not given an exemption, even though the librarian knows how the red head is with strangers. However, he is lucky enough to get at least 1 every month because he was the favorite – being the longest running assistants among the others.

The library assistant was stuck with a name and the contact information of some sort of an “AJ”. The redhead scan through the details but his attention is caught by the ID picture on the piece of paper. He recalls seeing the student around a month ago in the library but surprisingly not around campus; but that is something he might be at fault with because outside the walls of the library, he does not pay much attention with the world around him. A trait Mark has had ever since he could remember.

He brings out his cell and punches in the student’s number, saving it as ‘Blonde Book Thief’ and hitting her a text.

<To: Blonde Book Thief/> 

Hi, this is Mark Kim. I’m from the Library, I’m afraid you’ve got a book you borrowed and it’s been long overdue. Hope you reply as soon as possible so we can discuss how you can return the book, if ever you are not able to visit the library. Thank You!

The moment Mark hits send he realizes how formal the text was making him snicker. It was a total opposite of how he would text a friend of his, pretty much a mess of words and emojis that could be totally be called spam.

Summer was coming.

“I thought that you said we wouldhave sun today.”

Jackson said to her, looking up at the sky. It was in a dark tone and therewere some cumulonimbus clouds on the sky. There were no doubts in his mind thatit was going to rain today. Frowning slightly, the man shrugged at the thought.To him, it really didn’t matter if it was going to rain or not. Despiteeverything, the demon was here to swim and not to walk around with an umbrella.To be honest, Jackson wasn’t even the type of man who used an umbrella when itwas raining.

“Where did you find the pool?”AJ asked him. “Is it from a friend?”

“Well about that—“ The dancerstopped suddenly at the look on her face. It was almost like she already knewwhat he was doing to say. Clearing out his throat, the demon showed that he wasactually nervous to answer her question. “Idon’t know the owner.”

The other demon’s eyes widened slightly at his answer, even if Jackson wascompletely sure that she wasn’t surprised with his answer. This was WangJackson, after all.

“Don’t give me that look, noona.”

Seven. 

Seven days.

It's been a week. 

Bora has been noticing a figure standing near her house whenever she arrives from work. She didn't live in an apartment anymore and she liked having a larger space. She was claustrophobic after all.

I'll call you back." She says to the other line as she slowly pulls up at her garage. There it was again. No, it hasn't been only a week since it started. Nope. At first she thought maybe it was just a coincidence, ignoring it and she just goes inside her house. Her maids come rushing to greet her, grab her things and follow her to the house. 

"Did you see that?" Bora pointed from inside the house. Her maids followed where her eyes were set staring at. "There's nothing there, miss." Bora shook her head. She was sure she saw someone. It felt familiar, like she has seen that person before but she can't remember. She clutches on her head and sighs. 

Why can't she remember it? Who was that person?A Stalker? It might be. 

She can only hope that it isn't. But a stalker's much better than a hunter or probably another race that's more than happy to harm her or whatsoever.But there's an odd thing about the whole situation. 

Movie:

The movie was honestly boring, but Hyuna had allowed the other to pick because, well, she had forced the woman to watch something equally boring with her last time. This was a mere exchange of boring movies, it seemed, as she leaned her head against the other’s shoulder and sighed.

At least it was relaxing, and she sure needed that after the stressful exam week.

Slowly, her eyes closed, only listening to the sounds of the movie. Conversations that started blurring out slowly, she fell asleep on the other’s shoulder, comfortable, warm.

And Hyuna missed the end of the movie.

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