Lim (Y/N) only wants three things in her life - befriend a cat, become a fashion designer, and to get noticed by her long time crush - Lee Minho. One day, she finally decided to go and tell her crush that about the long-kept feelings. Unfortunately...
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Chapter 35 It Was Who
I hugged myself the moment I felt the cold breeze of the air outside. Minho noticed it and held my hand before walking me towards his car. He opened the car door for me. I stared at him with unsureness in my eyes. His gaze softens and I know for sure that it's his signal that he will not scold me the moment I go inside the car.
I put my seatbelt and Minho came in, sitting in the driver's seat beside me. The both of us were silent as the ride goes on. However, I can sense his glances from time to time. His breathing was heavy and he already heaved a deep sigh multiple times.
The moment we get to the front of my house, I quickly put off my seatbelt and reached for the handle. However, I felt his warm hand holding mine. I looked at him confused. Until now my eyes felt salty and for sure my they're looking slightly red too.
"Minho—"
"Wait." He said.
He held my hand tighter and put it on my thighs. He started caressing my hand, squeezing it gently. We stayed like that for a few seconds before Minho finally decided to speak.
"You don't have to do that." He started. I gulped and stared at him. He sighed and met my gaze. "You did nothing wrong."
"Minho, I did it. I know it was me who pulled the trigger! I didn't mean to do it but that won't change the fact that I got to hurt you that day!" I spoke fastly, my whole system tensing up.
"You said it yourself; you didn't mean it. And it's because you were terrified. It's not your fault so stop blaming yourself for what happened."
"Then who is to blame?" My voice cracked. "Almost every night my head keeps on reminding me of that memory and I have suffered from nightmares! Even if you say that, my conscience is still hunting me down!" I raised my voice in anxiousness.
Minho remained calm and stared at me with a serious expression. "(Y/N), I'm not mad at you . . ."
"But I'm mad at myself!" I almost yelled. "Tell me the truth, Minho. I was the one who shot you, right?" I asked him, even though I already know the answer.
Minho went silent and squeezed my hand tight. I looked down at the both of our hands before attempting to let go of his. However, his grip became tighter as if he has no plan on letting it go whatever happens.
"Minho!" I bit my lower lip and started crying. "I can't believe I did it. I can't believe I almost killed you!"
My tears were raging and my heart was beating loud. I closed my eyes and the moment I opened it again, I saw Minho leaning in to hug me. He enveloped his arms around my back and lean my head on his shoulder. I was sobbing but he kept on brushing his hand on my hair and on my waist gently.
