What's worse: losing the one you chose to spend your life with, or discovering he was killed by someone you love?
Dear reader,
Abandon all notions of affection and sweet romantic sentiments, for this story will shatter them if you dare to continue.
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Every second slipped through my fingers like grains of sand, the ticking clock a merciless reminder that time was the enemy. Each heartbeat was a countdown, every breath a desperate race to save what was left before everything crumbled into the void.
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Hyunjin's POV:
The knock on the door pulled me from the depths of sleep. Groggily, I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Come in," I called out, my voice still heavy with exhaustion. The door creaked open, revealing one of the servants standing just inside the doorway.
"Sir, you have a visitor," he said, his tone respectful but with a hint of urgency.
I frowned, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. It was still early, too early for most visitors. "Alright, I'll be down in a minute," I replied, trying to shake off the lingering remnants of sleep. The servant nodded and quietly exited the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, I couldn't help but wonder who it could be at this hour. Felix or Jisung, maybe? They had left late last night after dropping the bombshell that they had found Mark. Could there be a new development? My heart pounded at the thought. Or perhaps it was something else, something unexpected.
I thought of Minho. He was probably still sleeping, oblivious to the early morning intrusion. The urge to wake him tugged at me, but I decided against it. If it was something important, I'd deal with it myself, at least for now.
Dragging myself out of bed, I made my way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face in an attempt to clear my mind and fully wake up. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in my chest. Who would come at this hour? And why?
After a quick rinse and change of clothes, I descended the stairs, my footsteps echoing softly in the quiet hallways. The morning light streamed through the windows, casting a pale glow across the polished floors. I reached the bottom of the stairs, hesitating for just a moment before stepping into the room where my visitor waited.
"Seungmin!" I exclaimed as soon as I stepped into the room, my voice a mix of surprise and genuine happiness. The sight of him standing there, after everything that had happened, sent a rush of warmth through me. I hadn't seen him in what felt like an eternity, and the emotions that surged within me were overwhelming.
Without a second thought, I crossed the room in a few quick strides, my heart pounding with a mix of joy and relief. I threw my arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I missed you so much," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion as I held him close. The familiar scent of him, the comforting feel of his presence—it was like a balm to my soul after all the chaos and uncertainty I'd been through.
"I missed you too," Seungmin said as soon as we broke the hug, a bright smile on his face that made it clear he was genuinely happy to see me.
We moved to the couch, and I noticed how relaxed Seungmin seemed—confident, even. He'd changed in the time we'd been apart, but in a way that showed he'd grown stronger, more self-assured. "So, what brings you here?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation light. "I thought you were still in London. When did you get back to Korea?"
