I hold Nayeon's hand as we both listen to the steady beep of her heart monitor, anxiously awaiting the results of her check-up. The doctor finally comes into the ward, clipboard in hand.
"H-How is she doctor?" I ask. He smiles at me and nods.
"The filters were able to get out the smoke from her lungs. Aside from a couple of burns here and there, she's relatively unscathed. She's free to be discharged tomorrow," the doctor says.
I heave a sigh of relief, suddenly feeling really tired.
"Kamsahamida," Nayeon whispers. The doctor nods and walks out, giving us our own private time.
"Told you you'd be okay," I smile. She smiles back and squeezes my hand.
"Of course...you work wonders," she chuckles. I manage a tired smile as I lean back in the hospital chair. What a day...
Knock knock knock
Oh for fucks sake.
A nurse peeks her head through the door.
"Miss Im, you have visitors."
"At this hour?" Nayeon asks. The nurse nods.
"They're police officers," the nurse says. My heart sinks...I thought they would be coming tomorrow...
"Alright...let them in..." Nayeon sighs. The nurse nods and steps out. A few seconds later, Hyejin and Nayeon's father walk in.
"Nayeon-a..." her father says as he runs to her. He embraces her tightly and strokes her hair.
"Are you alright?"
"Yea...the doctor said I'm fine Appa...just a few burns here and there..."
"That's good...how do you feel?"
The two of them go back and forth, with Nayeon's father repeatedly asking questions related to Nayeon's welfare and Nayeon replying with yes and nos.
"Psst...Sang-woo-ssi..."
I turn and see Hyejin.
"Could I have a word?" she whispers. I nod and silently follow her right outside the ward. As I close the door, Hyejin sighs.
"Your hunch was...unfortunately right..." she begins. From her pocket, she produces a photo. In the photo, a wall has a familiar message written on it...one that I've seen on all the walls of our outlets.
IM NAYEON IS A BITCH
"Shit..." I huff, running a hand through my hair. "So...we have to go along with the plan right?"
She nods solemnly.
"Yes...we'll put her under protective custody in one of our safe-houses..."
I squeeze my eyes shut as I process the reality of this situation...someone's actually trying to kill Nayeon...
"Are you sure you want to proceed with this?" she asks. I nod reluctantly.
"It's for her safety..."
Hyejin nods.
"Then it's best we let her know..."
I purse my lips...how would she take this?
"Do you want me to do it or..." Hyejin questions. I shake my head.
"I think that it's best if I do it..." I suggest. She nods in agreement and we re-enter the ward.
"Are you sure you're fine?"
"Yes, Appa...how many times do I have to say it?"
"Are you sure? Cause if not I-"
I clear my throat. Nayeon's father turns and looks at us.
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Sociopath
Fanfiction"Nayeon, if you keep going like this, people are gonna think your a psychopath." "I'm not a Psychopath, I'm a high functioning Sociopath mind you." "And this is why people call you unfriendly."
