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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 61 —————
Six months... It's been six months since I was forced to live with these lunatic people. They were slowly getting closer to me. Eventually, I started feeling more comfortable in the mansion, although I still missed the freedom I had in my home back in Seoul. I had Jennie, but she wasn't Jina. I had Heeseung, but he wasn't Mark. I had Juyeon to constantly flirt with me, but he was far cry from Jaemin.
It wasn't perfect, but with time everything seemed to become easier. Dealing with Minhyuk, dealing with my new lifestyle, the fact that my education failed, also living in the same house and yard for months without getting out.
The police was still after me, though it became an old case. Taeyong and Jina weren't giving up on finding me, while Haechan and Sunwoo weren't done covering every track and lead before NCT could find them.
Sighing, I finally turned the TV in my room off and got up from the bed. It was finally time to do the most productive thing I could do and actually leave my room and head to the living room where almost everyone was. A few people sitting on the couches and a few at the mini bar in the kitchen, blabbering about something which of course rose my never ending curiousity.
So I made my way towards Heeseung, feeling the most comfortable with him I sat on the stool beside him at the bar. A glass of whiskey slid in front of me, immediately prepared by one of the few ravenettes- Eunwoo. I thanked him and took a sip in enjoyment.
"When and where is the mission?" From the side of my right eye I took a quick glance of the light brown haired girl. A glass of martini touching her lips, while she kept her grayish blue eyes on the same black haired guy.
"This Friday in Seoul." Like on cue my eyes rose from the whiskey in front of me, sharing a quick glance with Heeseung beside me. His eyes reading the exact thoughts tip-toeing through my mind.
"And who is going?" The girl asked again but only received a shrug from the guy behind the bar.
"No clue, he'll decide that."
I wanted to roll my eyes but didn't, instead I kept on drinking my whiskey acting like I didn't give a damn about the mentioned 'mission' when in fact I haven't been more interested than that in a pretty long while.
I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with that information. Somewhere along the way, the thought of meeting them became nothing more than an old desire I forced myself to forget about. Somehow I managed to not think about it, the possibility of ever going back there. I trained myself to feel nothing when it came to that. Thus show nothing when it's mentioned.
