Remember [ night has come ]

CHAPTER 2 : "Heoyool...."

Y/n was still standing in front of an empty wall that was used to be the old music room. Then, Y/n's heart raced as she felt the approach of footsteps, the sound growing closer and closer. Just as she was about to turn her head to see who was coming, a sudden darkness enveloped her. Panic shot through her veins as her face was covered with black sheets, blocked her surroundings.

Unable to see, Y/n's other senses heightened, and she could hear the muffled whispers of familiar voices around her. Fear gripped her tight, her mind spiraling, trying to make sense of the situation. Who could be doing this? And why?

All Y/n could do was struggle against her captor's strength, her heart pounding in her chest.

Finally, the dragging stopped, and Y/n felt the black sheets being removed from her head. As her vision slowly returned, she could make out the sinister grins on the faces before her. It was Kyungjun and his gang, the cause of her torment recently. Their evil eyes glowed with twisted glee, reveling in her weakness.

Y/n's heart raced faster than ever before, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Fear clawed at her chest as she watched Kyungjun holding her diary, his eyes flicking across the pages. Her worst nightmare was coming true right before her eyes.

She had trusted Kyungjun, poured her innermost thoughts and feelings onto the pages. But now, the hidden words were revealed, and Y/n's vulnerability hung heavy in the air.

A flashback flooded her mind, and suddenly, everything made sense. The reason behind Kyungjun's visits to her room, the stolen glances when he thought she wasn't looking – it all boiled down to him secretly taking her diary.

Her heart ached with a mixture of betrayal and disappointment. Every moment she cherished, every sense of gratitude she felt for Kyungjun's presence, was all destroyed in an instant.

As the present returned, and the gym hall silence was broken by Kyungjun's voice, Y/n's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her deepest emotions were now laid bare for him and anyone else present to see. The shame burned within her, threatening to consume her entirely.

She felt exposed, as if her soul were on display for the world to see. But amidst the embarrassment, a flicker of anger ignited within her. No longer would she allow herself to be defined by the cruelty of others, especially someone who had taken advantage of her trust.

Summoning her courage, Y/n stepped forward, her voice quivering but determined.

"That's enough, Kyungjun," she said, startling him. "You've invaded my privacy, betrayed my trust, and now, you're publicly humiliating me."

Kyungjun's eyes widened, his face etched with guilt and regret. "Y/n... I didn't mean-"

"You didn't mean?" Y/n interrupted, her voice seething with anger. "You didn't mean to invade my privacy? You didn't mean to exploit my feelings? Well, I can't believe a word you say anymore."

Kyungjun's face flushed with guilt as he struggled to find the right words. "I... I'm sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to hurt you. It was wrong of me to read your diary without permission." he pleaded, his voice laced with sincerity.

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But before they could delve deeper into their conversation, a sudden notification chimed on their phones, startling them both. They exchanged a glance before reaching for their devices.

The screen displayed a message from an unknown app:

"Welcome, the mafia game will begin now. Check your identity."

The words sent a shiver down their spines, and a mixture of curiosity and anxiety filled the room.

She couldn't help but wonder what this game was about and why it had interrupted their tense confrontation. With a deep breath, she clicked on the message, unsure of what to expect.