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32 || the wrong person

Shivering, Jeongyeon lifted her hand and tentatively knocked on the door. It wasn't late, meaning that it was possible the girls were out getting dinner or even working.

But maybe. Just maybe...

The door swung open to reveal Nayeon staring at her, horrified at the soaked, red faced and shaking mess in front of her. "Oh god... Jeongyeon... baby..."

Jeongyeon tried not to fall over, but it was hard not to collapse once she was wrapped in Nayeon's warm embrace. She felt her feet slowly leave the ground as her friend gently scooped her up and carried her into the dorm, muttering curses about the weather and why she was an idiot for going out in the storm.

"What happened?" She felt Nayeon smooth her hair back, and she buried her face into the older girl's shoulder.

"I don't like Jimin, Nayeonie..." Jeongyeon felt her bottom lip begin to tremble. "He keeps hurting me."

Nayeon's grip tightened. "Did he harm you again?"

They arrived in the bathroom and the older girl set Jeongyeon down on the floor. "Not physically this time. But he lied to me about the curfew! And he's too nosy. He won't leave things alone. And he's controlling! And-"

She was cut off by Nayeon pressing a finger to her lips. "That's terrible. And I want you to tell me everything. But as of now, I need you to shut up." She turned away to turn on the bath taps. "You're soaked to the bone, colder than ice and probably haven't eaten anything all day." She extended her hand to Jeongyeon. "Let me help you, and we can talk later."

Reluctantly, Jeongyeon reached up and grasped Nayeon's forearm, hauling herself up. The older girl smiled. "You good to bathe yourself?"

Nodding, the younger wriggled out of her soaked hoodie.

"I'll leave you to it. Give me a shout if you need anything."

Jeongyeon watched her turn to leave. "Thank you, Nayeon."

The older girl flushed red. "No problem, love. Now hurry up so we can cuddle!" She closed the door quietly behind her.

It wasn't until Jeongyeon was soaking in the tub that it finally clicked.

Did Nayeon just call me love?

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The girl didn't understand. Why the fuck would Jimin be chasing after that ugly slag in the middle of a storm? They were supposed to hate each other. Her heart, however, fluttered at the memory of their small interaction.

He smiled at her! If she didn't know any better, she would've said that the idol already liked her. Unfortunately, that was impossible. Jimin didn't even recognize her as the stalker. Clearly he had no memory of her, despite her efforts of a bright yellow hoodie. She was low-key kinda proud of herself. She didn't stumble once in her sentence, was perfectly polite. He probably thought she was a lovely neighbor.

She laid her chin across her palm and stared at the bundle of rope cradling the silver knife. The blade had been a gift from her last boyfriend, before she replaced him with her future husband, Park Jimin. At least she could now put it to good use.

Making Jeongyeon suffer.

By now she'd formulated a rough plan that was a little more advanced than just 'a remote location where no one will hear her scream'. She'd come up with some criteria. It had to be somewhere sentimental to Jeongyeon. A place that would make her distraught to see it poisoned by evil or pain. But it couldn't be too far. She wanted people to find her body. Brutally mutilated and rotting. Possibly even clinging onto the cusp of life. But not enough to be saved.