❝ 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝐓𝐎 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯. ❞
▶ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 everything is normal on the outside and insidious on the inside...
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CHAPTER 05
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「 Wake Up 」
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ "HEY! YOU'RE AWAKE!" Crystal Choi exclaimed, nearly falling out of her seat the moment she heard a groan coming from the bedridden male. Before she could reach for the phone beside her, Prince had caught her wrist in a steel grip, exhaling deeply before forcing himself up.
Although a bit panicked, Crystal still helped him sit properly, making sure the blanket covering him stays on his body-- as what Gun had told her to do while he was out buying whatever it is that he needed.
Taking the water bottle from the bedside table, Prince took a small sip before handing it back to Crysta. Relief and satisfaction washed over him as the tightness in his throat went away.
"Where am I?" He calmly asked, eyes scanning over every unfamiliar bit of the bedroom he was in.
There was nothing here that he recognized, not even the design of the door nor the wallpaper, which means that this wasn't a hotel room. And even if it was, why would he be here in the first place? He should technically be in a hospital if someone actually saved him from dying on the sidewalk.
"You're in your apartment though?" Came Crystal's confused reply. This wasn't how Prince usually acted based on her intensive observations through her second body in their shared class.
"Pardon?" He uttered, head immediately turning towards the girl with furrowed brows and a slight frown.
His apartment? Oh, she was obviously mistaken. He can't possibly have the allowance to permit himself in staying at such a luxurious looking place, especially when all his money would always go to his parents' inhumane hobbies anyway.
"Yeah, Gun told me to take care of you here while he goes and buys something." Crystal continued on, hurriedly texting said man on her phone about Prince's condition.
Prince didn't bother to answer, instead letting the thoughts he kept at bay to wash over him, soaking his mind completely. It's been quite some time since he last dove in his rumination, not including the ones he had while he wrapped himself in bandages earlier thay day.
