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𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆。 ˚8th july ; snitched

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𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆。 ˚
8th july ; snitched.

tuesday's seemed like a day i would always look forward for, as i finished school early and jisung alway's offered to walk me home, a simple yet enduring memory to remark our lives. by the gates of school, me, in-soo and arin stood waiting for him. i reached out for my water bottle, only for it to be grabbed by in-soo. i looked at her annoyed, as arin also took a sip of water.

finally having it my hand, as i brought it up to drink, in-soo squealed, "jisung's here women". i almost choked on the liquid, i sheepishly smiled at jisung who was looking at us. i walked out followed by in-soo, she told jisung about how nahyun had given her a ring. she hasn't shut up about it.

"its so nice, he literally is so cute" she said happily giggling, i couldn't stop myself from mocking her in a childish tone, only to slapped harder. jisung shook his head and continued walking. "you guys want candy?" he asked, my ears perked up, "yes!" i said in a small voice, i was quite shy still, though he made me really comfortable. he reached out for his bag and dropped the candies onto my hand.

we continued walking and talking about random things, laughing to ourselves. after reaching my house, three of us parted, jisung smiled and waved as i skipped towards my house. my afternoon was going completely normal, doing homework, laughing and texting my friends.

the sun setting, a shadow hanging over the bright sky as late evening arrives. i was taking a shit, when suddenly my mom called upon my name. "haewon! someone is sending your pictures", 'pictures?' i didn't put much thought and hurried to my mom's room. a look of confusion on her face, as she showed the pictures i had uploaded once on instagram of me and jisung. "care to explain" she asked, "mom i seriously have no clue what those are..." i lied. i felt guilt. anxiety. all rush at me all at once. my body shook with fear.

the selfie, that once showed only jisung's face now cropped only revealing my face, as if i was the one targeted. the second picture of us from behind, picture i vividly remember in-soo taking.

what did i ever do?

why. me.

was i the one at wrong?

did i hurt someone?

who would do such?

questions after question swirled in my mind, "can i be honest?" as if on its own my mouth blurted out. "yeah?" my mom raised her eyebrows. "the first picture was taken the day i in-soo's house, the second one was from last sunday..." she listened intently. "i'll have to bring this up to your dad" she frowned, as if she didn't want to, "what if you don't?" i reasoned, but that was not to avail.

i felt helpless, as i returned to my bedroom, sending jisung a quick "my mom found out...about us". he was at school for an extra class, i wanted his comforting words to re-assure me. my body shook, i couldn't type properly as i struggled to breath, i typed out the situation my friends, tears run down my face at this point.

in-soo was quick to my side, comforting me with re-assuring words and nicknames. the other girls, tsuki being a big help as well. i laid down hugging my pillow, telling in-soo to explain the situation to jisung as i didn't have energy to type everything out again.

i couldn't sleep, to distract my mind i endlessly scrolled to social media, until jisung replied. which didn't feel long as his notification popped up. i explain in a shorten way and left the rest to in-soo as i put my phone on do-not-disturb and drifted off to sleep.

my dad was told and my privileges of going out alone. gone with the dusk. i was feeling overwhelmed, upset, i laid in my bed, eyes restless, tears seemed endless.

days pass after, we tried to find the snitch but no success, we called the number only for an old women to answer.

i was slowly losing my trust, i blocked off anyone that was untrustworthy and continued. i suspected many, but in the end i was never sure of who it was.

🎸⋆⭒˚。⋆TBC。 ˚

little depressing chapter

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