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3RD PERSONS VIEW
"What do you want?" The long, blonde-haired girl questioned through the other line as she studied her newly painted nails.
"Where are you right now?" She hears one of their friend's voice on the other line.
"I'm at my house, with Minjun, duh. The usual."
"Jeez, you're always hanging out with her. Is there something going on? Something not supposed to?"
Seoyeon stiffened at her friend's words, eyebrows knitting together in confusion as she shifted in her seat. "Wha-what you even mean about that..." she questions in a hushed manner, afraid to wake up the girl sleeping soundly in her lap.
"You know what I mean Seoyeon."
"There's nothing going on..." she whispers but then her mind flashes back to what happened earlier.
The sound of their laughter, smiles on their faces, the warmth they gave each other whenever one falls in the other's embrace. How their forehead and noses subtly touched. Seoyeon felt a euphoric bliss resting on her shoulders as they both leaned in, her stomach swarming with butterflies. The way their lips moved in sync and—
"SEOYEON!!" the girl snaps out of her trance, jolting up from her seat causing the one sleeping on her lap to shift into a new position. Seoyeon stared wide at Minjun, gently pulling her off her lap and let her rest on her pillows before heading out the room to privately talk to their other friends.
Annoyed, she questioned hurriedly, "What?"
"Better be sure there's nothing or we're kicking you out of the group. Remember how much you need to repay us to hide those past mistakes, Seoyeon." the voice on the other side of the line spat. "Now, you have a choice Seoyeon. Whether to leave that ugly whore or we take back everything we gave- or more- ruin you entirely. Choose wisely, Kwon."
"Oh, and feel free to use scissors, you bully. Make that bitch feel miserable that she wouldn't even dare step back in school."
"Well, what do you say, Kwon? It's you or Minjun."
Me. Hurt me. I don't want to hurt Minjun. "It's Minjun, of course. What did you even think of me? I'm not some dumb bitch, besides, I think I have a perfect idea."
Hell soon came, not for her, but for Minjun. There wasn't a day that the girl wouldn't leave the school without any bruises or scars, be it limp her way back home or end up passing out and have someone rush her to the infirmary. Every single time someone asked her if she was okay, she responded with "I am. Don't worry. It's nothing."
