Lie or Die | BLOCK B B-Bomb

Chapter 2

I finally arrived on the edge of Seoul, on a road named "Durah Street". To my right was a gym, and to my left was an apartment place. Across from me was a salon. On the other side of the apartments was a café, The Chatterbox, and on the other side of the gym was a small store.

I decided on the café first, seeing as it seemed friendliest, and wasn't very full. Only a few people in there, smiling and laughing.

I waltzed in, a nervous and anxious expression on my face. No one turned to me, they continued their conversations like I hadn't entered.

"Hello, M'am." A man at the ordering counter asked. "What can I get you?"

I began to scan over the sign next to him, but then it came to mind that I had no money.

"Oh, I didn't bring money. Is it alright if I just sit inside for a bit?"

The man's eyes turned a darker shade, and he looked clearly annoyed with my type of people. "The couches are only for paying customers. Leave."

Another man, who had brown hair and a name tag that said 'Jaehyo', glanced over at the two of us, first the man, then me. He gave me an apologetic look, and shook his head.

Great. I've only been a runaway for less that a day, and I'm already getting sympathy. But I'm also being treated like a doormat.

I didn't hesitate to run back outside. I didn't even want to sit outside of the café anymore. That guy was terrifying.

I decided on sitting on the steps of the apartment building, seeing as they wouldn't really kick me off their ground. So I got comfortable, just as it began to rain a ton.

So I just sat there, letting the rain wash my tears down my cheeks, and remembered.

***

As I sat in my nightgown in my bedroom. I had my headphones in, and I was trying to force myself through one of Jera's favorite songs, Bad Girl by Beast. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't really me. I wore dark stuff and tried to stay quiet, unlike Beast.

'Try Vixx, they have some dark shit. Especially Voodoo.' She would always tell me.

I never did listen to Vixx, even when she tried to force me to. Kpop in general wasn't really my thing, more of American emo music, or something of the band, Nirvana.

"Raeki, I'm leaving! I'll be home in 20 minutes, and Sookyo is coming with me!" My uncle yelled through the house.

It didn't surprise me that they would easily leave me. After all, I was 20, and they'd done it before.

"Alright!" I responded, not moving or caring at all.

After a moment, I heard the sound of the front door slamming and relaxed a bit. I turned up my music a bit louder, and kept in mind that I was completely alone, and I still had to watch out in case they came home or someone broke in.

"Down, down
We gotta get down
Down, down
We gotta get down
Down, down
We gotta get down."

The chorus of Bad Girl played through my ears, and I almost, for a moment, enjoyed it. But then I remembered, Kpop was too mainstream here in South Korea.

I wasn't sure what to do at that point. The house was silent completely silent, other than my own breathing, footsteps, and sounds in general.

"Raeki, would you come here a moment?" I heard a familiar voice shout from Sookyo's room.

"Jiwon, oppa? I thought you were at your own home!"