Ji Myungho, the most popular boy at MNH High, has a secret.
Due to her father's work, Y/N moves to South Korea. Having spent her life in a snowy, Central European town, the heat and the bustling beach-side metropolis is a massive change.
But that al...
I didn't know why or how Myungho was here, and I didn't care. He caught me and brought me into a tight hug.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm so sorry," he whispered, the apologies gushing out.
I didn't know why. I wasn't mad, I was too numb with relief, too jumbled, and too tired to feel much else, to be honest.
Myungho drew back a little and held my arms. "Let's get out of here, okay?"
I managed a nod and he led me through the copse of trees and farther away from the trickling sound of water. Myungho was taking great care to be as silent as possible, circumnavigating the fallen, crunchy leaves for the dewy grass and sturdy rocks. I didn't hear anyone following us, though my ears were still blocked and my temples were pulsing, so I followed his exact lead as best I could. Then we got far enough away from the rushing water that I heard what he must have been so vigilant of. Sirens sounded in the background, but that wasn't it.
Leaves crunching underfoot and the occasional muttered words, as if communicating over the phone, they didn't sound too close, but it was as if we were the target of a search party, except this search party was trying to be stealthy and had weapons. And they definitely weren't trying to rescue me. I trembled, trying not to cry, but if I did it would probably give our location away so I swallowed the thick emotion down, and forced my legs to continue moving. Myungho hadn't once let go of my hand.
Minutes passed that felt like an eternity, but we made it out of the thicket and onto a small sandy trail.
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We must have been in some parkland reserve. If we continued down the other way, it would probably lead out to the beach. We went the other way, sticking to the side just behind a line of trees so anyone else walking the trail wouldn't easily see us. We passed a sign informing us we'd be coming up to a street. A dirt parking lot coming into view. Not Myungho's car, though I imagined he would've parked somewhere more hidden. It was quiet, we left the scouting White Dragons behind. For the millionth time, my jelly-like legs threatened to give way, but this time from relief.
A metallic click sounded behind us. Myungho spun and immediately wrenched me behind him.
"Heya there Golden Boy," said the one I thought was called Won-sik. He was pointing a gun at us.
Myungho said nothing but gritted his teeth.
"You know, the boss had high hopes for you," cheerily went on the White Dragons member, though it sounded strained, like he was masking the anger of having to find me. "tell you what, you give us the little lady, and I'll pretend you weren't even here, and we can go on with business as usual—"
"No," said Myungho.
"Or," continued Won-sik ignoring the interruption. "I can shoot you, then her. Sure, you'll be a loss, but I think the boss will understand considering the circumstances. Or maybe I'll just get your shoulder, eh? But your little girl there won't be so lucky."
