Please some of y'all fell for that I- 😭💀 Why would Soyoung die? Unless... 👀
You're too beautiful, I can't get you out of my head
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"I'm always here for you" The elder spoke while holding onto the girl's hands and her eyes glistened, "Really? Promise?".
The eighteen year old smiled, nodding his head assuringly, "Promise, Youn" Soyoung smiled, "Love to hear but not the 'Youn' please, it sounds bad" She shook her head with a frown, earning a chuckle from him.
Lies.
Everything he said was a lie.
"I'm sorry," The boy dropped his hand out of her hold, distancing himself from the girl and tears welled up in her eyes.
"You promised me Jun, please. Please don't leave me" Soyoung pleaded, yelling for the boy to come back but he didn't- her eyes watching as the ring of the flame encircled him, the fiery orange light seeping furthermore and he let out his last breath before the flames engulfed her brother.
Soyoung shot her eyes wide open with a gasp, chest heaving heavily as beads of sweat trailed down her forehead, fingers curled onto the material lay beneath her figure.
Blinking her daze, she stared at the ceiling blankly before recognizing it as nothing similar to her room and she abruptly sat upright, only to have her head throb and she fell back onto the soft sheets below, clutching her head in her hand.
"Fuck," She groaned feeling a pain flare up her leg and she inhaled deeply with screwed eyes.
"Don't exert pressure" The low, horse voice ripped through the stillness and she didn't have to look to recognize the person as none other than Mark Lee.
"Where am I?" She asked with her eyes still closed- her voice guttural, scraping from the back of her dry throat and barely above a whisper as she focused on steadying her erratic breaths, "Hq" He replied.
Giving herself a few seconds of pause to soothe the affliction, she sat up straight on the bed- her arms spread behind her body to support her weight as well as to retaining herself from dropping back onto the bed.
Her eyes fell onto the boy and her eyebrows raised up in surprise to see him scrutinizing her ankle which had a deep cut sitting on it, but realized it had been cleansed as the red stain appeared faint.
"I hurt myself? When?" She uttered out, staring at Mark with wide-eyes, "You don't remember?" He asked and she blinked, straining herself to recall what had happened and after a few seconds, slowly yet gradually, everything dawned on her.
