Deceit || Kang Taehyun [ON HOLD]

14 ➟ Cloth

As hard as she tried to distract herself, Jieun couldn't help but question her knowledge on the TXT and Enhypen drama, wondering if she had been misinformed to the point of siding immorally.

Yerin's words wouldn't leave her head, the words classified as lies for their content, but brought into a gray area after examining her truthful attitude.

Jeongyoo had told her of Yerin's deceiving ability, but Jieun had underestimated to what extent her skills went.

Jieun pressed the stop button, soon feeling the ground below her feet gradually slow down to a halt as her chest heaved with breaths her lungs felt too small to take in. Once the treadmill stopped moving, she leant her body forward, her arms almost bow-bent against her knees.

She looked up at the screen, feeling sweat drip down her forehead as if it was falling from the sky.

5 kilometers.

Jieun stepped off the platform, grabbing her bottle and hastily bringing it to her lips, resisting the urge to release its contents over her body. It ran dry after two sips, and she realized how long she had been there already.

Her body was sheen with a layer of moisture, she noticed as she grabbed at a nearby cloth, gently dabbing it all over her arms, legs and abdomen.

After throwing it over her shoulder, Jieun picked her phone up off the ground, still trying to catch her breath as she searched up the prison Jeongyoo was staying at. She was overgrown with curiosity of what really happened, and she wasn't willing to wait any longer for answers.

Once she found the number, she looked up from her phone to look around the gym, knowing how risky it was to call him in TXT's base. Once she was sure she was alone, she called the number, bringing the screen up to her ear as she continued to cautiously double take over her environment.

"Hello, this is Wari Central Prison for males."

"Hello, can I talk to Lee Jeongyoo please?"

Jieun spoke in a hushed voice, growing more nervous as her eyes stayed glued to the doorway.

"Sorry, only inmates can place calls."

"Please, it won't be long and I just have-"

*BEEP*

Jieun looked at her phone in disbelief, eyes growing hot with annoyance. She soon sighed and started looking for her mother's contact instead.

She brought the dial tone closer to her ear and put her stare back on the door, beginning to feel her body grow cold in her stationary standing position. She held one hand against the other bare arm, unconsciously bringing her legs closer to each other as she waited for her mother to pick up.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.