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A story about a girl that finally finds the will to live after years of being tormented by her ruthless past, just to have it reach to her once more, coming back with the same intensity of cruelty and terror and once again erasing her just bui...
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CHAPTER 60 —————
The arrows on the wall clock were moving so slow, yet so fast. He was about to come and I still wasn't sure if I wanted to face him again. His precious face reminded me of what he had done to me and I knew I'd never be able to forgive him for that, but I felt safe when he was in this mansion even if it was for a short time. Even if I didn't want to talk to him ever again. I couldn't decide.
"What is it hon? Missing your gray haired boy?" Rolling my eyes to the kitchen, I faked a smile at the tall black haired guy. His smirk raising even more once our eyes met. "I can keep you entertained if you want." Both of my eyebrows jumped up and I scoffed. He was all talkative and shit once their boss wasn't here.
"Juyeon's getting a bit braver once Minhyuk's not here, huh?" Walking inside the living room the exact guy he just mentioned stole the words fight off my mind. His body leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest while his eyes held so much mockery inside.
The second our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat as the memories of our last meeting tormented my mind. But he wasn't the main focus. What really got my blood boiling was the guy walking in behind him. As on cue, the moment I saw him I got up from the armchair. I pushed Haechan out of my way, glaring at the red head behind him as I walked by.
He had gotten his ass beat so badly and I couldn't help but chuckle at the state he was in. "That's gonna take a while to heal Sunwoo." I said lowly walking towards my room. "Put something on it so it doesn't stain your annoying face." Chuckling at my own sentences I opened the door to my room and closed it before Haechan could walk in.
Flopping myself on the bed I turned the TV on, I needed something to keep me distracted while he was here, but he couldn't leave me alone, could he. He had to follow me. He had to stand there inside of my room and he had to look at me with those puppy looking eyes filled with sadness and guilt, carefully taking steps towards me like I was a ticking bomb about to explode.
I mean.... I was definitely a ticking bomb and I was waiting for someone to just say or do something wrong to set me off. And him being here and doing that made me groan, angrily getting up from the bed I stood in front of him. "What?"
Haechan scratched the back of his neck, facing down for a short moment before he rose his other hand to pull me in a hug.
But I dodged it.
Crossing my arms in front my chest I took a step closer to him with my jaw clenched and a dead glare focused straight at his honeyed eyes. Gosh his sad expression was irritating me so much. I knew that it was a genuine worried, disheartened face but I didn't want to be pitied and especially not by him.
