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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 67 —————
• 2 month ago •
My body flopped on the couch as if I've just finished the hardest and longest mission that could ever exist. Letting out a heavy sigh through my nose like I had never been as tired as now. Except none of that was right. The only mission I had just finished was forcing myself to get out of bed and the oh-so exhausting way I had traveled was from my bedroom to the living room. Which didn't even include stairs, by the way.
But my exhaustion wasn't caused by any physical activity. I was just tired thinking and rethinking plans to get rid of Minhyuk. Overthinking the fact that now besides Haechan- I had no other choice but to trust, now I had Heeseung to worry about too. The guy looked pure. Everytime I thought of him his sweet smile flashed before my eyes reminding me why I accepted him without a second thought. Although I doubted him every once in a while, I somehow knew he was on my side.
However, having only him on my side and Sunwoo- if Haechan was right- wasn't even close to enough to pull off any kind of destructive act against Minhyuk. I needed to have at least half the crew on my side. And for my luck, reasonably, half of them already hated him and I had already started gaining some of them on my side.
One of them being Juyeon. Lazily entering the room, thus giving me enough time to seductively run my eyes from his toes to his eyes. His hands were buried in the pockets of light gray sweatpants that looked exceptionally attractive on him while I could make out his hard chest muscles even though he was wearing an oversized black shirt with some skeleton applications. He flashed me a teasing half smile, already aware of the meaning behind my stare.
His jet black hair was wet, messily falling on his forehead which obviously meant he just got out of the shower. And the fresh smell of men's shower gel reaching my nostrils as he sat down next to me proved my point right away.
His arm immediately wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. I didn't give him a reaction. Just like he tended to do recently, he leaned his face closer to my neck. To that too I replied with a cold "What?", averting my head away from him. I would be okay with him doing that. But as far as I knew, we weren't alone in the house. Besides, the living room was the least private place with the biggest risk of us being seen.
Juyeon didn't seem to care. "Ohh... feisty, aren't we?" He mumbled with an annoyingly handsome smirk as he grabbed a strand of my hair and put it behind my ear. The vibrations of his low voice in my ear were sending chills down my spine which I was doing my best to ignore and keep my expression cool. "What's wrong princess? Want me to help you relax?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes at him. I pushed his hand away from my face, meeting his eyes with pure coldness in mine.
