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Title Track: Under Cover by ACE
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Zeda went straight to the mirror and started to fix her makeup.
Roxy stood beside her doing the same.
"Are you sure you wanna stay? I won't be mad if you're sick." She told her.
"You're willing to ditch these guys and not Wen?" Zeda shot her with a bit of attitude.
"Sorry I was really in the moment but don't act like I left you alone. You were with Jae, you were safe."
Zeda stopped what she was doing for a moment and the events came rushing back into her mind as she looked at her own reflection.
'Safe.'
Her eyes began to water.
"Are you gonna puke again?" Roxy asked, watching the whole thing.
Zeda shook it off and kept trying to fix the makeup around her eyes.
"I'm okay. But yeah. Nauseous." She fibbed.
"You didn't answer me though, are you sure you want to stay? I won't be mad."
"I'll be okay." She sighed. "Just one drink."
She stood upright, looking at herself and trying to keep everything together.
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She knew she should be leaving. Calling the police. But she had crippling anxiety and couldn't stand to make that big of a scene. She was safe now.
'Nothing that bad actually happened.' She tried to tell herself.
But that was so untrue.
Roxy looked at her friend unbeknownst to her and was completely convinced she had a thing for Hyunjin.
She knew her friend and knew damn well she would want to leave if she was sick. But she pretended to go along with her story to see what happened.
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That Night in Seoul 2.0 / Hwang Hyunjin
FanfictionZeda's trip to South Korea quickly turns into a waking nightmare. With each day, the feeling of being hunted grows stronger, especially as people around her turn up dead. A mysterious man named Hyunjin, tied to the dangerous world of the Korean mafi...
