𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐲. 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

thirty-three.

ʚ♡ɞ
violence

somehow, someway, jieun took a harsh breath in and was conscious again. jen had mistakenly made the move of trying to shut the worker up, claiming that jieun was a bad person she was sent on a mission to take out — but the girl was also an enhypen stan. she'd seen the countless threads on avoiding the mixed-nationality girl online, various users utilizing their platforms to spread awareness against the awful sasaeng.

jieun saw this as her moment to escape, though she'd barely gotten the chance to remember anything of what'd barely happened to her — but she knew none of it could've been good.

she saw red mixed with gold — angry at herself for letting herself get into this situation. she was keeping the kids waiting, why didn't she just go further into town?

gold because jungwon was calling out to her — the boy's comforting voice resonating in her mind, his face not leaving her brain as she tried her best to somehow send him a message.

she almost chuckled at herself, what is this? a soulmate story?

the girl had no time left to think, her legs working faster than her mind had been. she was able to quietly make it past the scene of the worker and jen, as the older girl made even more of a scene to try and let jieun escape, knowing nothing was gonna happen to her.

if only they hadn't installed the anti-theft bells earlier that week, jieun would've been free.

the quiet yet noisy wind chimes caused jen's head to snap up faster than light — her eyes once again turning dark as she just barely caught the girl's long hair flowing with the wind as she ran out of the store.

jen quickly trailed behind her, stopping in her tracks as she watched the usually fit girl struggle.

jieun's steps were uneven, the air travelling between her legs almost being the reason of her fall. her eyes weren't even — she was close to the road. too close to the road.

the feeling of her boy's hands wrapping themselves around her arms brought her back into reality — however she wished she'd been dead when she actually became conscious — feeling the sharp nails that'd come with the tight grip. it wasn't jungwon.

usually this type of hold on her arm when she walked close to the road was saving her life, yet this one was risking it.

the van pulled up, the door opened, and jieun was long vanished from the sidewalk.

ʚ♡ɞ