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Chapter 27

MINJEONG

"This is all a lie," I mumble, slowly standing up.

"I can explain!" She moves her hands forward to catch me if I tried to get away. 

"There's nothing to explain. That's it, you've missed your chances." I wipe my tears, looking around the room.

"Minjeong, just look at me, breathe, and let me talk to you, please." She looks desperate, her mouth twitching.

"No, please just stop talking, just let me get some air." I pull my hair back, away from my neck, my body heating up. 

"Minjeong-"

"Yizhuo, stop!" I yell, before my head falls, and I begin to cry more.

Nothing was real.

They weren't real.

Blackswan isn't real.

Even my best friend, wasn't real.

"Fine.." She moves away and I almost speed out of the room, bashing against the door.

"Oh god." I breathe, putting my hand over my stomach, I feel so nauseous.

"Minjeong, what's wrong?" I feel a hand on my back, and I flinch.

It's Jimin and Yuna.

I just look at them, tears falling down my eyes, how can I even talk about this?

Drug dealers?

"You-" I try once, but it won't come out.

"What is it?" Yuna pushes, reaching for my hand, but I take a step back.

"It-" I try again, but I just can't, my voice is shaking, I feel like throwing up.

"MInjeong, you're scaring me," Jimin says, her eyes worried, her body tense.

I whimper, and more tears fall, why can't I stop it?

It won't stop.

Why?

I cover my mouth, trying not to make a sound, but it physically hurts my chest.

"Minjeong, oh my god, whats wrong?" Jimin asks once more, this time placing her hand on mine but I push her away.

"No. Don't fucking touch me." I shake my head, "You all lied, you told me to trust you — you manipulated me." I pointed my finger accusingly at them, and they slowly seem to get it. I nod.

"Wait." Yuna moves forward but I take a step back.

"No. I waited, I waited for you to finally say something, to answer at least one question I asked, no."

This doesn't feel real, I can't believe it's actually real. 

"She knows." I hear YIzhuo, and I quickly turn my head to see her walk out of our room.

"Fuck," Jimin mutters.

"The letter, the man at the café, my ears, it's all because of you, whatever you do, and you stayed, I could've died!" I rub my forehead, feeling a laugh build up in my throat. 

I feel hysterical.

"We knew if we left suddenly, you would hate us," Yuna admits and I finally get the chuckle out.

I realize how insane I look.

"And you think this is better? I'm in the middle of nowhere with gangsters!"

"Don't raise your voice, people will hear." Jimin tried to reach for my hand but I pull back.

"Don't touch me!" I yell and I suddenly feel a hand over my mouth.