Everything was normal until suddenly the ceo informs Chan, stray kid's leader of the new 9th member joining the group. Excited, he tells the others as they tease it as much as they can to stays. This mystery member forms new relationships and hardsh...
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𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 • ■□■□■□■□■□■ ■□■□■□■□■□■ ■□■□■□■□■□ "Alright. Toothbrush.." I mouthed out to myself silently, holding a notebook in hand with a pen in the other. I glimpsed over the suitcase to see inside, scanning for my toothbrush. My eyes darted around until it connected to the item. "Check." I finished, peering back at the notebook and writing a check next to the name. I read the next thing on the list. "Clothes.. obvious check." I mumbled, scratching a check next to the writing. "Snacks.." I whisper, glancing at the luggage again. My eyes lightened up as I saw the snack bag and a slight smirk grew on my face as I wrote on the paper. "Most definite check." I snickered. I looked again, basically drooling at the sight before quickly snapping myself out of it. "Note to self, do not eat the snacks until the plane ride." I uttered with a nod.
I glanced at the bag again before asserting my gaze. "Alright.. I should probably put this over here for now." I say, getting up and putting the bag on the desk stand. I sat back down on the carpet next to the suitcase and checked down the list. "Last one, Mr.snuggles." I muttered.
"Why is he on the list.." I thought to myself, furrowing my brows. Who am I kidding, I can't go anywhere without him. It's honestly pretty embarrassing that I take my childhood toy everywhere but it's not my fault I'm emotionally attached. I have had him since I was like 9 so that's why the name is so weird. I've really gotta change that name.
I stood to my feet and went over to my bed. I rummaged through my plush collection before feeling the familiar brush of his fur glide on my skin. Yes I can recognize my plush by touching it but I've had it for over a decade so give me a break. I pulled him from the pile and held him. He wasn't all that to be honest. Looking back on it now, I've always wondered what I saw in him. He wasn't actually my first toy and it wasn't like he was significantly important. It wasn't out of the ordinary to get gifts from my dad when I was younger. Being a CEO pays off, at least that's what I thought until I was 12. I never really saw my dad that much and it took me until that age to notice that. When you're a child you aren't exactly observant to say the least.
