MS. INTERPRETER

E I G H T E E N

SARA'S POV-

"I wanna talk about that day. I mean, can we?" Ji hun asked to confirm if I was comfortable or not. I nodded slowly as he finally took his eyes off me and looked at his phone which buzzed a few minutes ago.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked, as nervous as I was. I neither had time nor did I have the courage in me to speak further on this topic.

So, I wanted to end this as soon as possible. The more I stayed nervous, the more it stretched.

I wanted to finish this no matter what. Maybe he just wanted a 'yes' or a 'no' from my side.

And I knew what to say.

A Yes.

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Or a No.

"Sara, I just want to know what you feel. Or how you feel.....about me?" He began, his voice turning soft at an instant. "How would you feel if you ever thought about...us?"

I didn't know what to say and how to react to that. I was about to slur my speech, stumble upon my words and do every impossible thing that would embarrass me.

The blood running in my veins soon rushed to my cheeks when he mentioned about us. No sooner than I was about to answer him, than 'DASH'.

The door knob almost broke when someone pushed it from the other side, forcing the loud sound to reverberate in the empty and silent green room.

Ji hun landed on the couch beside the mirror and I was thrown on top of him as the door was forcefully opened the very next moment.

"Argh." I groaned in pain as the door hit my back, sending a quick sting to my brain.

"Are you okay?" Ji hun asked, holding me tight and close so that I won't fall.

"Yea. I, um-" I quickly parted away, realizing that I was practically sitting on his lap after the free fall. I stood back on my feet, still trembling from the sudden action.

"What's even happening?" said a furious voice from behind and I knew I was in trouble now. I just knew it for sure.

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"Whatever it may be. Why do you care?" Ji hun stood up, angry; and argued on top of his voice.

"Guys, let's not take it-" They didn't pay attention to me and started again like I was something they always needed to fight about.

"I don't give a flying fuck about you guys." Ye jun gritted through his teeth; jaw clenched.

And that.. was the end. I saw him get agitated and really angry. Like someone had pointed out his weakest trait that made him get offended.

I could see it from the language he spat out just now and the overall things he did.

"So," He glared at me for a mere second, "Do whatever the fuck you want." He blurted out carelessly like the people he was talking to weren't humans.

He stormed out of the room the very next moment, slamming the door hard but this time, I didn't flinch.

My mind went numb and my mouth became dry. A sudden feeling of guilt crept up on me as a huge lump stuck in my throat never listened to be swallowed. There was actually no reason for me to feel all that but the way Ye jun acted, forced me to experience all of it even when I didn't deserve it.

My eyes and head became heavy. I needed sleep; probably peace too. I feebly walked towards the exit; opened the door knob when Ji hun called out my name.