AGONY (Jiyoo)

CH-33

Was going through alot of shit, had to take a break but I'm back. Won't be active enough tho. Here is an update! Hope y'all didn't forget the storyline!

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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

SENSITIVE CONTENT.
[If you're uncomfortable, don't read it.]

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The next day, Matthew first discovered Wonyoung's death body, hanging from the ceiling, her body had changed it's colour, leaving purple spots, her tongue was out of her mouth, hands rested beside her sides.

After calling everyone at the scene, Minji joined them after few minutes, Matthew was eager to know if Minji was actually going to kill Wonyoung, if she had not killed herself.

He has been working with her for many years, still it was hard for him to figure what Minji actually felt.

She kept looking at Wonyoung's body, not saying anything, with no expressions.

"Clean it up." Is all she said.

The bodyguards obeyed her, like puppets.

Matthew dared to look up at Minji, "Were you actually going to give an horrible death to her?" He asked, with a slight hesitation in his tone.

Minji looked at him, a small smile forming over her lips. "Who knows?" She raised an eyebrow and left the room, leaving him in confusion, coiled up with his own thoughts.

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[Minji's POV]

After Wonyoung's death, things in my life are moving pretty quickly.

I have got all the property of Jiham over my name, with proper conversation with Mija I was able to get her company as well.

Both of them deserve hell for being such disgusting parents. I have got few deals back to back.

Months have been passing too quickly.

Everything has changed for me except my love for Yoohyeon. Her condition is still the same, everyday I try my best to not think about giving up on her.

But whenever I visit her...

"Ms.Kim, You can meet Yoohyeon..." The nurse informs me, after giving a bow.

I give her a nod with a smile, removing my jacket i rest it over the couch, taking the bouquet, I went inside the ward.

I looked at Yoohyeon, I don't understand the machines or the technology I get to see here everyday, some kind of beep is always on, every single day, she's wrapped up in so many wires, I can rarely figure out which gadget makes that sound.

I walk towards her and sit over the chair. Placing my hand softly over her's, i whisper, barely being able to hold my tears back,

"I'm here..."

Like always, she doesn't respond.

Her eyes are closed. There are absolutely no movements in her muscles.

Her face has become more paler than usual, "I bought this for you..." I take her hand in my hold and wrap it around the bouquet, as gently as possible.

Her dry skin touches mine, sometimes her face will be pale, extremely pale, which worries me. Sometimes it will be back to normal.