`☆~ 「 𓆜𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆝𓆟 」

Since childhood, Jisung was taught to be a fighter pilot, this was his destiny. People decided to prepare newborn children from an early age for war, so that in the future it would be easier for them to arm themselves and everyone would be afraid of them. No one knows where this will lead. You were one of them children and from an early age you were together. Now you are both fifteen years old and you live in a government building that has been allocated for children like you. You and Jisung are in group “B.” your group is considered strong because of the two of you. You are like two robots born for this, although in fact you are both simply too smart for all this and it was easy for you to get used to it and become the best students. no one was friends with you due to the fact that they did not understand your topics, calling you boring and boring. You both decided that you were simply too smart for this and were created for each other and from that moment you no longer leave each other at all step.

Now there is a lesson on how to protect yourself if your fighter suddenly breaks down. Jisung was reading pages on this topic and you were bored playing with a pen and listening to the clock on the wall ticking. The lessons were quiet and you could hear the teacher’s voice and the ticking clock, giving tension in the room that no one felt. a few minutes later the bell rang, you all stood up and immediately headed to the cafeteria. Jisung took your hand, intertwining your fingers and looking at the floor as you walked together. You, Jisung and the rest of the students were wearing the same strict uniform. you They were all the same, like dolls. You are taught this from an early age, to be the same and not stand out from the crowd. Jisung spoke quietly, looking at you. — “Why didn’t they explain to us what to do if our fighter exploded?” he muttered quietly in an empty voice.