Chapter 15

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I ran towards her.

Vante: "Y/n--"

Y/n: “I won’t bother you, Vante.. b-but I can’t leave, even if you want.. I can’t, I’m sorry..”
She ran away.

Vante: “Y/n please listen..”
I chased her. She stopped and looked at me angrily, yet her eyes were weary.

Y/n: "What? What's there left to listen? Is it about why I didn't leave you yet? But it's my choice!
She huffed. I stared at her.

Vante: "But I didn't say anything like that"
I replied quietly.

Y/n: "Right! Then say it, go ahead"
She mocked. I sighed heavily and headed towards her, she panicked and backed away.

'God this shit hurts!'

I backed away, looking down.

Vante: "It's not what you're thinking, I really want to.. talk to you"
I looked up at her.

Y/n: "But I don't"
She replied and walked leaving me dumbfounded. I clenched my jaw, and punched the side wall.

Vante: “She has to talk with me! Just like she does with TaeTae! What's so good in HIM that she hugs and Pampers him!"

Vante: "It felt too good.."

I mumbled to myself before marching towards the person, that I thought could help me out.

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Chani: “Yeah okay bye..Take care!”
He hung up the call and turned only to scream in terror.

Vante: “What?! Do I look like a ghost to you?!”
I spoke annoyed.

Chani: “Ghosts do look sweeter than you—”

Vante: “I heard it bro..”

Chani: “Why are you here?”
He smiled sweetly, that Vante felt disgusted.

Vante: “I would have punched you right now, But I need a help! Actually you have to help me!”
I looked away crossing my arms.

Chani: “Is this the way you ask help?”

Vante: “Help me, Stupid!”
He gasped.

Chani: “Go away, don’t waste my time!”
He turned around, I growled and grabbed his wrist twisting it.

He whimpered.

Chani: “What are you doing! L-leave my hand—”

Vante: “You’re helping me or not bro?”
I twisted his hand more, he screamed and nodded.

Chani: “Yes yes yes… l-leave it! hurts so much!”
I left him and smiled.

Vante: “One yes is more than enough..”
I smiled tightly.

Chani: “What help do you need?”
He asked, soothing the pain.

Vante: “I want to apologize to y/n, how could I?”

Chani: “what?”

Vante: “Are a deafening dog?!”
He pursed him lips.

Chani: “I meant to say really?”

Vante: “Shut up and come to the point!”

Chani: “I'm so damn sure that you would not even have said a single sorry to her?”

Vante: “You know right, good boy!”
I smiled sarcastically. He scoffed.

Vante: “Don’t you dare scoff at me!”
He flinched and mumbled a sorry.

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