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IT IS MOST LIKELY THAT THERE WAS LAUGHTER OR SOME OTHER EXPRESSION OF HAPPINESS.

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BODY PRESENT WITH STIFFNESS, SUNG HANBIN had his arms crossed sitting in a train.

I should be the one driving this vehicle, good riddance, he thought.

The thought was rather blameless, because practically everyone else, as Hanbin looked around, was seen holding on to something for their dear life, as the train was traveling at an uncomfortably fast speed.

Hanbin himself currently had a briefcase on his lap, which he sat on his seat, fidgeting with his hands, which are laid on top of the briefcase.

He looked out the window, the landscape whizzing past him, the train leaving it behind making him unable to focus on anything, making his head rather a bit dizzy.

He bit his plump lips, a dash too harshly, in fact, as he could taste the red liquid; blood, flowing out of the small gap that he had made with his teeth.

Hanbin swiftly reached for the front pocket of his jacket, where there was a handkerchief, which he used to wipe off the small portion of blood that had laid on his lips.

But along with the handkerchief, he also pulled out something else.

It was the folded up letter that he had read the night before. The letter was the whole reason why he was on the train in the first place. Even with the smudged ink making it more mysterious and demanding, Hanbin decided it would be simply rude not to accept. If there was one thing that he had learned in the years of his life, it was to make politeness a default. And it had worked pretty well. He had only failed to do that once, but Hanbin didn't want to think about that.

He put the letter back in his front pocket, adding little to no weight.

The train would arrive at his destination soon. He had to address this maturely. Being childish in this kind of matter would be foolish, especially since the signature of the sender was hard to decipher.

Hanbin still didn't know why he was doing this. Sure, he didn't want to seem like a rude person. But the fear of appearing rude was not the driving force. Was it pure curiosity? Concern? Whatever it was, Hanbin didn't know. And it quite bothered him. A lot.

Soon enough, the conductor announced his stop, and Hanbin's expression subtly turned grave and serious. He cautiously stood up, and without a second thought, he went out the door.