Betrayer

Chapter 3

He handed her the tart and brushed his hair out of his his eyes.

"Here,"

She bowed politely.

"Kamsahaminda, Songsanim,"

She smiled slightly.

Lia walked up to the two.

"Oh, Wonnie, guess what?"

"What?"

"I'll be taking my leave now,"

Sunghoon cut in, patting Wonyoung's shoulder and bowing slightly before he left.

Lia shrugged it off.

"Anyways, you know my best friend Hwang Yeji? The one you met last week? The one who's married to the-"

"To the guy who owns the restaurant. Go on,"

Lia smiled.

"Well, she just found out she's three weeks pregnant!"

Wonyoung broke into a huge smile.

"What? But- That's amazing!"

She clapped her hands as her toes curled up in her heels: she was trying hard not to squeal.

"I know! And she's going to tell Felix, her husband, tomorrow night, and wanted to know if we could help her set up since she'd have morning sickness,"

Wonyoung smiled and clutched the files in her hand tightly.

"Of course. Tomorrow is Saturday, right?"

"Yes,"

"Okay, I'll be there unnie. Could you send me the address tomorrow?"

Lia winked.

"Better yet, I'll pick you up,"

Wonyoung's eyes widened.

"A-ah, there's no need.."

She didn't have an apartment yet. Lia couldn't find out she lived at the underground HQ of the abandoned factory in the area.

"Come on Wonyoung-ssi,"

All of a sudden Wonyoung's phone buzzed, and the tall girl picked up and paused the conversation.

"Hello?"

"Hey,"

She blinked as she heard the voice.

It was Namjoon.

She stepped away from Lia and put the phone closer to her ear.

"What? I'm still at work,"

"You are? I thought you would've left by now,"

She could practically see him stroking his stuble thoughtfully.

Biting her lip, she glanced at Lia.

"I'll be right there. I just need to do something-"

"No need,"

The raspy voice on the other end grunted.

She blinked twice, her heart cracking slightly.

"What?"

"I said no need. Because we got you that apartment you'd been asking,"

Wonyoung let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

Getting kicked out of the gang meant only one thing: murder.

She didn't want to die such a tragic death, nor did she want to abandon her friends.