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rage had clouded moonbyul's judgement. her mind replayed his confession over and over again, but she no longer felt that giddy sensation bubbling up in her chest. how could he? the warmth she had felt just a couple of hours ago when he told her how he truly felt was now a distant memory, replaced by a searing anger that scorched through her veins.
despite yuna's desperate, drunken attempts to hold her back, moonbyul had left the room, her steps echoed off the cold, sterile walls, hurried and resolute, as she stormed down the hallway that seemed to stretch endlessly before her.
her was vision blurred with tears when she reached riki's dorm and banged her fist against the door with a force that shook the wood, the sound resonating sharply in the quiet corridor. riki opened the door, his face lighting up with a smile when he saw her, but the moment he as he took in the image of her, his smile faltered. she was angry in ways he didn't think possible, and the sight made his blood run cold. he looked at her, clearly clueless as to what had sparked this outburst, confusion knitting his brows together. "byul, what's wrong?"
for the first time ever, moonbyul was truly angry and riki was scared.
but moonbyul couldn't hear the concern in his voice—she couldn't see the worry in his eyes. the betrayal she felt twisted in her gut, making her sick. his voice, so familiar and comforting just hours before, now grated on her like nails on a chalkboard. moonbyul's chest tightened uncomfortably, her breathing uneven as she struggled to keep her voice steady.
"how could you?" her voice trembled with the weight of her emotions, her hands balling into fists at her sides. she fought back the urge to hit him that was gnawing at her. of course. nobody can blame her. she pushed past him, storming into the room without waiting for an invitation. the door slammed shut behind her, the sound reverberating through the small space.
riki stared at her figure standing in the middle of his room, confused and bewildered. "how. . . could i? byul, what are you talking about?" he had no idea what had happened, no clue why she looked at him as if he were the source of all her pain.
moonbyul veered around to face him, her chest heaving as she tried to keep her emotions in check, but what she felt was beginning to overwhelm her. "don't act like you don't know!" she shouted, pointing a finger at him accusingly, her voice cracking as the tears she had been holding back began to spill over.
she could feel her composure slipping, the anger giving way to the hurt that had been simmering beneath the surface. "you lied to me, riki. you used me" she murmured, the sight of her looking so defeated had riki's breath stuck in his throat for a second. his eyes widened, shock and disbelief flashing across his face. "what? no, byul, I wasn't—who told you that?"
moonbyul scoffs loudly, and that's when riki understood that she had been blessed with an unbelievable amount of patience, because anyone else probably wouldn't have hesitated to smack him with the nearest object. "who told me? i am accusing you of using me and you wanna ask about who told me?" she spat, raising her voice
