𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂̂𝒎𝒆 | 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒂

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TW/CW: Mentions of blood, graphic and intricate description of wounds, etc. Reader's discretion is ill advised.

"We're here, Dahyun." Jeongyeon managed to accidentally snapped Dahyun out of her reverie when she opened the car door for her, right after the car halted on Dahyun's childhood home.

Home. She doesn't even know if she can still call it that anymore.

For once, it was a home. A home that Dahyun lived in, it was only ever a home because of her mother. And now that she's gone, she can't even step foot on the house without her heart breaking inside.

Dahyun pulled herself up and pushed her body out of the backseat as Jeongyeon closed it behind her, giving her a soft yank by the arm even before she could take a step forward.

Her friend knows that this is not a good idea. That after a stressful day at work, a talk with her father would seemlessly burden her more than thinking of letting everything out and that it'll make her fine. Mr. Kim is not known for condoning such actions anyway, what would Dahyun expect? But she had made a lot of bad ideas before, and right now instead of being afraid, Dahyun feels hollow. She feels not caring, and it feels right. So fucking right that it sends her shivers on her spine when she look back at Jeongyeon expecting herself to breakdown but she only ever felt determination.

And she knows that she can't let the idea of being stupidly powerless when she comes face to face with her own father tatter the remaining thing that gives her hope. Even if it's just inside her head.

"Are you sure you can do this? Dahyun, you don't have to beat yourself into thinking that this is your any obligation. If you're not ready, you can always just come back." Jeongyeon had her grip on Dahyun's arms tight. Like she's telling her something more than what she just said. Because like everyone else, Jeongyeon is also just afraid for her friend. She saw Dahyun getting hurt all this time and she can't afford to see it again. But Dahyun only softly pushed her hand away from her arms and gave her shoulder a squeeze.

"If I will not do it today, I'll never be able to do it anymore. I've done enough hiding, Jeongyeon. I just wanted this to end." Dahyun turned back after that because if she stayed much longer outside then Jeongyeon might see the tears she had been holding back since earlier.

And she can't let her witness how broken and frail she is, how she's hurt, hurting. Because if Jeongyeon saw her like that, she would never let Dahyun go. "I'll be waiting right here." She whispers under her breath even if there was already a huge amount of space between them.

The two and large heavy doors of the house closed behind her and when Dahyun turned around one last time, she saw the worried look on Jeongyeon's face that she just wanted to wipe off her face because that's clearly not what she needs right now.

The first time she went home, Dahyun felt a hollow in the pit of her stomach and a built up tension from years and years of not stepping foot in this place started towering over her in this little corner inside her head until she crumbles down. This, the second time, right here, doesn't even make her feel good. Doesn't make her feel used of the feeling inside the house.

But the thought of coming here willingly unlike the first one when she's clearly and pointedly ordered to stop by, brings a somewhat easiness.

She lead herself through the familiar path towards her father's office without anyone to welcome her, not even the Head Maid. Coming here is not new, but everytime she does walks the suffocating halls of the house leading to the certain office she had known like the back of her hand, everytime she feels like the walls were coming to get her, like it was coming together to squeeze out her limbs, and Dahyun thinks she'd prefer that than having to talk to her father face to face, it's still the same unwanted feeling.