Crazy Over You

CHAPTER 32

WARNING⚠️: IMPLIED DRUG ABUSE AND DARK THEMES

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JENNIE'S POV

Hear me out

So I was going to text Miyeon and pretend that I was some stranger who accidentally texted the wrong number. Text some random stuff, act casual,l and pretend that I thought that I was talking to a co-worker named Randall. And then, later on, I would send an address, Miyeon's address, and say that that was the place we were going to meet up tonight

Do you know? Just to freak her out a bit. Have a little fun and mess with her. I mean, that was the only reason why I wanted to know where she lived. Obviously

Then, I would reveal that it was just me and ask her where she got her green jacket from because she hadn't told me the last time she was here

Of course, she would ask me where I found her address, and I would say that Lisa told me

But that didn't matter

I didn't get to do any of that, anyways

Instead, I found myself in what I assumed was her room, and in my pajamas

Don't ask me

Really

I have no clue how this happened

One day--and I mean a couple of days after Miyeon came over--I was looking up her address. It was awfully simple and all I had to do was perform some magical sorcery, a fair amount of witches and rituals, travel across the universe, go on a secret browser and use her phone number, and voila, I found it

Once I had the information retained in my head, I waited until it was night, waited until Lisa fell asleep, and then...

Well...

I don't quite remember what happened next

It was a bit of a haze. A cloud, of sorts. It felt like everything was there, but not really as if I was watching myself do things and at some point, I slipped up on paying attention, distracted by the little noises in the background, and when I turned back around, I ended up missing what I did. Yeah. Sort of like that. Honestly

And now I was in what I assume was Miyeon's room, standing here with no amount of confusion that could compare to what I was experiencing. And I was pretty sure I was on the second floor

Maybe I was dreaming?

I pinched myself

Ouch!

Okay, nevermind

I looked around, examining every little detail there was here. While carpet, black desk, plain white walls, a tall lamp, and a blue-oh! Her bed's blue like mine. And she also has a small shelf of books. Nice

Her desk drew me in, so I tried lightly towards it and noticed a framed picture--barely visible because the lights were off--and I was able to make out two individuals happily hugging each other. I squinted and figured that the girl on the right was Miyeon, a younger version of herself, but who was the other one on the left? It was not Lisa because this girl seemed pretty old

Miyeon's mother?

Well, then

At least I know this was her room, now

Just when I began to wonder why Miyeon wasn't here, I heard footsteps behind the door, and a huge slam of adrenaline tensed every muscle in my body and I instinctively scrambled under the bed, lying flat on my back. I would have gone to her closet, but the sliding doors might've made a loud screech and I'm not about to get caught already. At least it was dark. And the ground under here was clean