𝓐 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 | 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘖𝘵_13

~16

“Getting bold, are we?”

Miso froze.

That voice—it hadn’t come from the hallway or behind her. It had come from *inside her room*.

Her heart thudded in her chest like a warning bell. Slowly, cautiously, she turned her head.

There he was.

Sitting on the edge of her bed like he owned the place. Legs spread, posture lazy, yet somehow still terrifying. His jet-black hair cascaded past his shoulders, casually loose. She always wondered how these boys made even long hair look like it belonged in an anime. But this time… it wasn’t the hair. It was the eyes.

Cold. Empty. Furious.

Miso stared back, locking eyes with him.

She didn’t understand what she was searching for in his gaze—maybe anger, maybe regret, maybe something left of the Minghao she used to know. But all she found was depth. Those eyes were like the ocean—not the warm kind. The kind that swallowed ships whole. That endless, unfathomable kind.

She remembered when those eyes used to crinkle into crescents when he laughed. Back when their world wasn’t stained with betrayal and suspicion. When they were just kids, stupidly happy, lighting up hallways with chaos and laughter. Those were the days that made life worth living. When their smiles were brighter than any light, when even silence between them felt like a melody.

But those memories… were just that. Memories.

And right now, Minghao wasn’t the boy she remembered. He was something sharper, crueler, twisted by betrayal.

**Minghao’s POV**

I didn’t break eye contact.

She looked so stunned—like she really hadn’t expected to see me. That was the fun part.

I let a small chuckle rise from my throat as I watched her freeze, caught like a deer in headlights. The way she still got scared of us... honestly, it amused me.

She didn’t even move. Just stood there, glitching like a broken simulation. I stood slowly and took a step forward. That was enough to make her stumble back against the door, arms awkwardly trying to find stability. She looked so small—almost too small to be the same girl who shattered everything.

I leaned down, meeting her eye level. Her back hit the door and she flinched.

Good.

My arms came up, caging her between them.

No escape.

My gaze dipped lower, to her lips. I smirked when I noticed her breath catch. Her hands trembled slightly at her sides. I leaned in, not touching her, just enough to make her panic.

Her eyes—they were still painfully beautiful.

Too expressive.

Too *innocent*.

But that was the thing. We’d all fallen for that mask once. Not again.

**POV Ends**

"You’re getting too bold, aren’t you?” he whispered. “Lurking around without permission. Talking back to *hyung*?”

“I-I didn’t mean to—I wasn’t—”

The words fumbled out, laced with a stutter she cursed herself for. She *hated* stammering in front of them. But her throat had gone dry and his stare made her feel like she was under a microscope.

“Aww, don’t start that innocent act again,” he said with venom. “We all know what you are.”

Before she could respond, his hand shot out—fingers tangling into the hair behind her head.

She winced.

A sharp tug made her scalp sting. She gasped, blinking back tears as pain bloomed from her roots. Another yank made her cry out, and he finally let go, letting the strands fall across her tear-streaked face like a curtain.

Her knees buckled. She slid down the wall, trying to breathe, trying to hide, trying not to scream.

Her hair.

Her precious hair.

It wasn’t just about vanity. Her long hair had always reminded her of her mother. They had the same texture, the same waves. She had kept it long just for that memory—just to feel closer to her mom. She loved short hair, but she had never cut it. Not since the day she lost her.

And now, he’d tainted that too.

Minghao crouched in front of her.

He lifted her chin with one finger. She flinched at the contact. His lips brushed her cheek—feather-light and wet.

Her heart broke.

There was no safety left in this house. No softness. No trust.

He pulled back, and just when she thought she might get a second to breathe, she moved to strike—her foot aiming to land a kick right between his legs.

But Minghao caught her thigh mid-air.

His grip tightened.

Hard. Brutal. Enough to make her bite her lip to stop a scream.

“Pathetic,” he scoffed.

He pushed her leg aside and looked her over with disgust.

His gaze dropped to her neck—and paused.

A dark bruise decorated her collarbone. A signature she hadn’t asked for.

He smirked. “Tch. In a hurry, wasn’t he?” he murmured, brushing a knuckle against the mark like it was a stamp.

His fingers ran through his hair as he sat back on his heels. “All of them,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “So damn soft for you now.”

He sounded sickened by the thought.

His expression twisted into something darker. Not just anger. Not just hatred. *Jealousy.*

And maybe… something else.

He looked at her again. His voice dropped lower, quieter.

“You really had us wrapped around your fingers, didn’t you?”

Miso said nothing.

What could she even say?

That she didn’t? That it wasn’t her fault? That she’d never meant for things to turn out like this?

He wouldn’t believe her. None of them would.

He stood up and took a step back, finally freeing her from the suffocating tension. But he didn’t leave.

Not yet.

“You were our best friend once,” he said, voice hollow. “Mine too.”

Her head snapped up at that.

For just one second, something flickered in his eyes—an old echo of the past. And then it was gone.

Wiped clean.

Replaced by cold steel.

“There’s no going back now,” he muttered, then turned toward the door.

Miso didn’t stop him. Couldn’t.

As the door shut behind him, silence fell again. But it wasn’t peaceful.

It was heavier than any scream.

***

You might be thinking that how slow am I writing. The fact is that I want to show all of their true feelings towards her, both in their past and in their present. 

This is slow burn, as there are a lot of misunderstandings between them. So, to clear all of them out one by one, I have to show their true nature towards her first.

Their past might be very confusing for you right now. Just give me some chapters and I will explain every detail to ya'll!

~1523 words