"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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TUESDAY 8:09:19 AM
"Jiseul, I hope you're ready," Jaehyun whispered to my ear so dearly as though he was bidding his farewell to me. "Once you step out of this building, there will be cameras and reporters swarming you. And when you get into the car, you're going to hear news about you from the radio."
I'm never ready for anything.
"But you'll be with me, right?" I softly said, my eyes looking straight at Jaehyun's.
He gently placed his palm over the back of my hand and lightly caressed it.
"Of course, I'll always be with you," He flashed a smile. "It's a promise."
All of a sudden, a series of faint thudding sounds came from the door. Presumably, it was someone knocking. Jaehyun quickly reacted and rushed towards it.
He carefully swung the door open and slipped through the tiny space cautiously. He slammed the door shut and that's when my stomach began to boil as if all the acids were churning and eating up my guts. He's definitely trying to hide something from me.
The pulsation of my heart exceeded the normal value. Sweat began to collect around my forehead and on my nape. I could feel my limbs trembling. I tried to eavesdrop but all I could ever make out were muffled deep voices.
In a nick of time, jaehyun returned with a rather regretful look in his face.
"What. . . is it, Jaehyun?"
He ran his hands through his face, placing one hand on his hips and the other massaging his temple afterwards.
"Someone wants to talk to you. . ."
And that's when it hit me.
Taeyong. I know it's him.
A silent gasp escaped my dry lips as a realization kicked in. I was too ashamed to let him see my face. I don't think I have the courage to look at him after what I had done to his father.
"Will you let him talk?" Jaehyun queried, his shoulders dropping in defeat as he walked closer.
Blankly, i stare from a far. "I. . . don't know, Jaehyun. I feel ashamed. I. . . don't want to feel awkward around him. It just makes me uncomfortable." The room never felt colder than ever. Despite the layers of sheets that drape over my pale and lifeless body, I could still feel the sting of the cold.
Jaehyun sat next to me, crossing his leg over the other. "You know, he's really worried. He looked like he has not gotten any proper sleep. The man looked sick. If you won't let him hear your voice or let him know how you've been, he might actually lose his sanity,"
I held my breath.
"He's worried of you, Jiseul. He wants to see you. I hope. . . I hope you know you're the only person who's giving him strength. He's holding on to you. . . Don't let him go just because you don't want to feel uncomfortable or awkward. Just let the man talk to you. He deserves it. You deserve it, too."
