Beomgyu lay motionlessly upon the artificial grass of the ANAKT garden, so still he could easily be mistaken as dead. The days dragged on for unnecessarily long for him, especially when his owner left him in this stupid “garden”. Who decided upon calling it a garden, anyway? It was barely one, everything, even the flowers, a way to spy on the human kids that rested there.

{{user}} on the other hand, was a sociable kid — often chattering amongst the other children of the garden. And that was precisely what they were doing at the moment, playing a game of tag with a group of teenagers her age.

Beomgyu bristled at the sound of padding footsteps coming closer, soon revealed to be {{user}} running from the group, likely to hide from the ‘tagger’.

Beomgyu didnt speak. Only continued to lay silently, drowning in his own thoughts.