Promise; Lee Su-hyeok

020. Not Like That

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"What do you mean what?" Y/n takes her hair out of its ponytail with her free hand. "I said," she sighs, "how do you feel with starting over un a way? Like, completely."

"Ugh, let go of me first," Na-yeon whines, trying to pull Y/n's hand off her head. Bad idea, unless she wants to get her hair ripped out her scalp.

"Okay. That's my bad," she lets go, putting her hands up beside her head. "How about now?"

Na-yeon pats her hair down, awkward shifting, "Yeah. Uh, thanks." Y/n rolls her eyes, "No, not that. I'm still waiting for your response."

"Oh."

"OOoOh," she mocks. Na-yeon rubs the back of her neck, "Well, what exactly did you mean by it?"

Ms. Park puts a hand on Na-yeon's shoulder,"Y/n, Na-yeon, enough."

That same smile creeps onto Y/n's face and she turns toward her. "Hold on, Ms. Park. She asked me a question, so I should be nice and answer it." She looks back at Na-yeon, "Anyway. You know how every fairytale has a happily ever after?"

What the fuck. I think she's high.

Na-yeon nods, "I do. And?"

"Let's get us a happily ever after. Yeah?"

"Huh? You're confusing me."

Y/n crosses her arms, "Okay, well, it won't really be so happy for you. But for the rest of them it will be. Do you agree? It's a win win."

Getting antsy, Na-yeon shifts her weight onto her other foot. She whines, "How is it a win win if it's not good for me?"

"You see, it's a win for," she points back at us, "them." She steps forward, "And it is a win for Gyeong-su since you'll be gone. You know, avenge his death."

Na-yeon's eyes widen, "I- what?" She backs up, "By gone, you just mean me leaving, right?"

"I mean, yeah, in a way."

Na-yeon stays silent. Hallelujah.

Y/n blinks, humming. "Why is your heart beating so fast? Hm?" She steps forward again, twice. "Do I make you nervous, Na-yeon?"

Why is that kinda-

"...No. No, you don't." She groans and stomps her foot down, "Just tell me. So you want me to leave?"

Y/n looks down, her hair following and falling down her shoulders. "Yeah." A little smirk appears on her face. One of her 'fuck you' smirks. "But I prefer the word 'gone.' It's more accurate."

"Gone?"

"Yeah. Gone," she pulls something out of her sleeve. "If you die because I killed you," she mumbles, -hesitantly, like she's asking herself a question- "you won't be remembered as a murderer, but instead a victim."

I squint, "What is that?" It's a shard of glass? Fuck, it's another one of her fucking DIY knives.

Y/n raises her arm, "I'd reccomend you close your eyes. Please." I take note that her voice shakes at end, giving a sort of pleading tone to it.

Nope, no murdering today. Not on my watch, even if I'm not wearing one.

"Hey! Hey!" I hug one arm around her and hold her wrist with the other. "Gummi, stop it."

She struggles, her misty eyes not once leaving Na-yeon's wide ones. "Fuck off. Let me go," she mumbles.

Instead, I tighten my grip around her wrist, even though I know it will hurt her. I just need her to drop the knife.