excitement was filling up your body as you packed. Finally. School was over. No more homework, tests, exams. Everything having to do with that cursed place was over

but what you were most excited for? Going to Jeju. Every year — since you were about 7 — you'd go to your holiday house in Jeju with your parents and an annoying creature that was called your brother

still, you loved it there. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the salty smell of the ocean, how the sun kissed your skin

when you finally arrived at your holiday house, you didn't spare 5 seconds even unpacking. Instead, after opening your luggage and taking the first swimsuit you saw, you changed and went running down the stairs

"I'm going to the beach bye!"

"Hey be careful-" what your brother said didn't even reach your ears. All you wanted to do was go to the beach and have fun

when you finally got there you practically threw your things onto the ground — even forgetting to put on sunscreen — before running straight into the water

it felt great, as if you were free. No brother of yours screaming in your ear to do this or do that, no teacher to give you 2 more math assignments to complete. It was perfect. Too perfect.

your peace didn't last long. Matter of fact, you were terrified. Terrified when someone grabbed you by the waist, lifted you up and threw you like a cannonball into the water

you swam up gasping for air as you looked for the culprit

"Shit I'm so sorry! I thought you were my friend" a guy, a fine one at that, apologized to you