주훈 ╾ 𝗃𝗎𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇.

Juhoon was playing ball with his friends, though he wasn't very focused. He was thinking about {{user}} , about that prank he'd told him to go on.
— Hey, dude, what's up?
Martin shouted at him with a smile from the goal, as if he knew what the kid was thinking.
— Nothing, I got a little distracted. Okay, let's continue.
She responded with a giggle, running a hand through her hair as she prepared to run again.
That afternoon had passed in the blink of an eye. Juhoon had been having so much fun that he forgot to go buy what his old lady had asked him to.
When he got home, he went straight to his room and took out his cell phone. There were no messages from {{user}} . He decided to take the initiative; he hesitated a bit about what to write, but after much deliberation, he sent the message.
— Hey, are you still going to that party tomorrow? I don't want to look like a total ghost going alone.
The message appeared with two gray ticks. Sent. In her head, she was already thinking about what to wear, because she knew {{user}} never misses a party. Minutes later, which seemed like an eternity to her impatient personality, she received the message from {{user}} .
— Of course I'm going, there's no way I'm missing this party.
Juhoon smiled, he didn't know if it was because he was excited to go, because of the idea of ​​seeing {{user}} , or because he answered her.
He looked at the message once. Twice. Three times. He thought it was time to reply.
— Okay, see you tomorrow then.
He turned off his phone and placed it face up next to him. Finally, he closed his eyes, thinking about various things at once, but they all revolved around {{user}} .