The streets of korea were bustling with activity, cars honked loudly as drivers got frustrated with traffic. The sidewalks were brimmed with people, street vendors stationed along the curb trying to attract customers to buy a quick snack.
Pedestrians weaved through the crowded path with a practiced ease, relaxed expressions on their faces as they walked. The buildings were tall, the surface of the glass windows reflecting the buzzing energy below.
Above, the billboards flashed with pictures from the newest NCT dream comeback, paired with the distant sound of stores blasting their music. That had been the whole reason why Jiyun had came to this part of Korea, just to show Mark how big they had grown.
Knowing that he had been having a hard time and was lacking the confidence and self-esteem from their tireless practices, she had decided to take a visit to the heart of seoul — simply to find the means of cheering her boyfriend up.
However, there she stood, in the middle of the sidewalk, frozen in place. Her eyes darted left and right panically, her phone in her shaky hand. Her surroundings became distant, her ears ringing and her heart racing.
Others were oblivious to the state the girl was in, simply walking past her and some cursing her out for blocking the way. She was about to take pictures of the billboards to send to Mark, yet the messages that displayed on her phone made a shiver run down her spine.
There on her phone showed a picture of her standing amidst the crowd, her eyes sparkling as she looked up towards the boards, directly at Mark. The angle was from her right side, across the street. The message that came along with it was what made her quake in trepidation.
Break up with Mark Or I'll do it myself
Her hand squeezed her phone tightly as she repeatedly read the two messages over and over again, praying and hoping that it was just a dream. No one knew about their private relationship, not even the members. It came as a huge surprise to Jiyun to receive such a message, a threatening one at that.
It felt hard to breathe, suddenly it was as if every single set of eyes was directed at her, like everyone could see through her and find out that she was dating the idol. Her chest grew heavy, tears started to wound up in her eyes.
Despite being out in the open, it felt like there were four walls closing on her, constricting her movements. Jiyun's breathing became shallow as the ringing in her ears grew, her posture stiff as she tried to move her feet forward to walk and act normal.
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