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-Start of Chapter 39-

The room falls into a heavy silence, the kind that makes your heart pound in your ears. 

The others look at each other in confusion, trying to process what they've just heard.

Seojun's face is a mixture of disbelief and anger, his fists clenching at his sides.

Soobin, who has been watching me closely, suddenly speaks up, his voice laced with concern. "Is that what the threats were about?"

Hana and Seojun's heads snap up in unison, their eyes widening in shock. "Threats?!" they exclaim in disbelief.

Yeonjun raises his hands, trying to calm the escalating tension. "Whoa, whoa, slow down! Y/N and Seojun's dad? Why would he...?" His voice trails off

I feel Hana's gaze on me.

"Y/N and Seojun's childhood... their dad... he was... difficult..." Hana says, before looking at me as if to ask for permission to continue.

I nod subtly.

Hana moves his gaze to the rest, "When they were little, they ran away from home. All these years, they hadn't heard form their dad. But now... I don't know how..."

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my voice as I begin to explain. "I kept getting threats from him for the past month or so... At first, I thought it was some sort of prank or a scam. But then... he showed up at here."

Seojun's eyes widen, his fists tightening as he listens. The room goes eerily silent, everyone hanging on to my every word.

"He demanded money." I continue, my voice trembling slightly. "He said I had until the end of this week to give him what he wanted, or else... he'd make my life hell. He mentioned things—personal things—that only he would know. That's when it sank in. It was really him."

The room is still, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on everyone. Seojun's knuckles turn white as his grip tightens, but he remains silent, his jaw clenched.

"And... that's how I know it was him who recorded us." I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "He must have broken in... Some time where both me or Hana weren't home."

Seojun, who has been silent until now, suddenly explodes with anger. "And you didn't think of telling me?!" he shouts, his voice filled with hurt and betrayal. "He's my fucking dad too! You're not alone in this, Y/N!"

His words cut deep, and I feel a pang of guilt. I struggle to find the right words, my voice shaking as I try to explain. "I... I didn't want you to worry. I was scared he would hurt you, too. I thought I could handle it—"

"Handle it?!" Seojun interrupts, his voice rising. "You thought you could handle it by yourself? You should have told me! We're supposed to be in this together!"

The room falls into a tense silence, the weight of Seojun's words hanging in the air. 

I don't know how to respond, my mind racing with guilt and fear. 

He's right—I should have told him. But I was so scared of what our father might do to him, to all of us...

Suddenly, my phone buzzes.

Before I can reach for it, Seojun snatches it from the coffee table, his eyes blazing in fury as he reads the text. He then holds it out for everyone to read.