"You've been living a lie your whole life. Don't you want to avenge yourself from the people who kept you from the truth?"
"I don't know where to begin."
"Well, it's really easy. First, you have to become one of us."
Peril has yet again taken over t...
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THURSDAY 10:12:09 AM
I spent the whole night working on a lot of commissions and man I was exhausted as hell to the extent that I woke up later than usual. And by usual I meant at eight in the morning. I had to start working on them because it's going to due sooner. I don't want any unsatisfied clients.
Also, it was my way of venting out my frustrations. I still had not gotten over Jaehyun's father nasty ass. I was literally sulking over his words last night and converted this anger into fuel to make my works even better.
I was cleaning up my desk when my phone rang all of a sudden. I searched to where the sound came from, realizing I misplaced it. I followed its ringing and discovered it was under my bed.
I picked it up and saw Jaehyun name flashed in the screen.
"Hello?" I answered the call.
"Jiseul, can you come over my apartment and bring a couple of bandages and wound cleaning stuff?"
Startled, my face twisted in bemusement. "What? Did you get hurt?"
"Yes. . . Well. . . Let's talk about it when you get here. For now, please hurry up. I need you so bad."
I quickly grabbed my wallet and coat, hurriedly running out of the house. I made a quick stop at the pharmacy and bought everything Jaehyun instructed, including pain relievers.
This is the first time in forever that Jaehyun has called me over for an emergency as serious as this. The last time he made me rush at his place was because he got stung by a bee from his porch and he doesn't have any anti-bacterial ointment nor any alternatives.
Time went so fast and I never really paid attention to how long it took me to arrive at his apartment.
I knew what the password of his lock was. I hastily punched in a series of numerical digits and strode my way in, carefully carrying a handful of stuff.
"Jaehyunie! Jiseul is here! Where are you!?" I yelled as I stood in the middle of the living room.
I heard faint footsteps coming from the bathroom, which was across where I was. I ran towards the sound and found a tormented-looking Jaehyun, whose arm was seemingly lacerated by something god knows what. He was wearing a tank top, making his wounds and scratches visible to my eyes. One side of his face looked swollen, not to mention how his lips were slightly deformed.
He didn't look well.
"Oh my god, what happened to you?!"
I inspect clearer, noticing a lot of bruises on his shoulder, especially near his chest.
"I. . . I got into a fight last night. . ." he replied, avoiding my eyes.
"With whom? With your dad?"
Jaehyun shook his head, hissing from the pain. "No. I hate him but I wouldn't dare raise a fist on the man."
"Then who?" I queried, my eyes splaying on his sickly face.
