𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐎 [ 도아롱 ]
AS 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂

↬ ──── ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ────↫

EST. 3RD AUG, 2001
IN PHILADELPHIA, U.S.A.

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It was already nearing 3AM.

But did that stop Abi and her best friend Hyeja from staying up, chatting about their annoying English teacher and challenging each other to how many marshmallows they could stuff in their mouth?

If you said yes, then you're wrong. Because it clearly didn't.

Abi was trying to do anything – anything – to divert Hyeja's mind from Sungwon, her boyfriend – whom she'd fought with again (they probably fought as frequently as Abi changed her underwear, but maybe that was just her). Even if it meant bringing Hyeja cup after cup of her mother's homemade chocolate milkshake.

Because, you know. That's what best friends do.

"Let's go through Pinterest or something, Abi," Hyeja wailed, now becoming cranky. Abi rubbed her temples – boy, why did she want to stay up, we both know how grandma-ish she can become when she's tired? – before giving her best friend a smile, nodding 'sure'.

Half of Abi just wanted to tell Hyeja, god, just sleep, you have enough on your mind already.

I don't want you not being able to sleep because of some 15-minute seafood spaghetti recipe you see on Pinterest now.

"Honestly, if I were you, I'd just call Sungwon a rotten onion and dump him, Hyeja." Abi looked back at her best friend from her bed, sighing.

"Why a rotten onion, of all things I could call him?"

"They don't smell nor taste very good. And uh, they leave a really bad smell on you too." Abi looked at the ceiling.

"Woe is me! I have never even seen a rotten onion. Maye except for Sungwon." She exclaimed, making Hyeja laugh.

Abi grabbed her laptop and crawled down onto the carpeted floor next to Hyeja, who was cuddling Abi's pink cat plushie. Together, they opened Google – where numerous ads popped up, the first one catching their interest.

"Oh, it's for Bon Voyage 2020, click on it!" Hyeja pestered, forcing Abi to click on the colourful ad and wait for it to load on a new page.

"Wow, I actually sort of forgot that existed," Abi's best friend went on. "How cool would it be if Korea brought the cup home this year?"

"Woah, hold up, is this a rip-off of FIFA or something?" Abi looked at her Hyeja, confused.

"Good heavens, no!" The latter laughed.

"It's a competition where a selected team from different countries have to sail the entire world in a given amount of days, completing missions along the way. It's crazy fun. My dad sailed with the Korean team a few years back."

Abi gazed at her best friend, seeing a light turn on in her eyes for the first time that night. She missed this Hyeja, who was so passionate about everything in her life, who wouldn't miss any chance the world threw at her.

It was Sungwon who destroyed her. That filthy rotten apple.

Abi looked back at the screen, which now read "PARTICIPATE NOW!" in bold, colourful letters. Hyeja was still rambling on and on about the 2016 competition and how Italy nearly sailed off in Saudi Arabia's yacht in a hurry to get away from Vietnam – and that was when Abi got the best idea.

She'd participate this year. For Hyeja.

Anything to get that smile on her best friend's face again.

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with 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍,
ABIGAIL'S NO:1 TARGET

↬ ──── ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ────↫

22ND SEP, 2000
IN SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA

🌊 JENOIRS 🌊