"Look closely at your friends, one of them is hiding a dark secret."
Shinhye receives a mysterious text message from an unknown number, revealing how he plans to kill her- for the second time. At first, Shinhye thinks it's just a prank, but as the...
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+82xxx-xxx-xxx I'm extremely tired and sleepy
+82xxx-xxx-xxx I didn't get to see your pretty face and that made me angry
+82xxx-xxx-xxx Don't do that again okay?
+82xxx-xxx-xxx I'll let it slide this time
+82xxx-xxx-xxx Cause I love you| Cause I lo| Cau| |
+82xxx-xxx-xxx Cause I'm nice like that
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[ Third Person Pov ]
“We could go back if you want, Shinnie.”
The taller had noticed how tense Shinhye had gotten, and how fidgety she was the whole ride, always sneakily peeking at her dimly lit screen, and how her brows would crease in discomfort, her lips pursed into a thin line. He couldn't tell what exactly for sure, but something about this Minho was really puffing her off.
“No, it's fine,” Shinhye finally spared him a glance, shamming a smile, but it was too weak, barely pushing her eyes into crescents. “I'm just really tired, that's all.”
Han watched her leave the car, waving for him to do the same. And with a miffed sigh, he put on the bucket hat and went after the hasty ravenette. “I'm not a baby you can lie to, Shinhye,” he grabbed her wrist, attempting to halt her back. “What's going on?”
“Well I—” she tried retreating her hand away from him, words all caught up in her twist, and just when his grip got tighter, the lift roared to an end, the door dinged open and two strangers leered them a perplexed look. “Um, shall we?”
Reluctantly, Han got into the lift with her, deciding to let it go for now, but not his grip on her wrist. The ride up held an awkward silence, giving Shinhye enough time to ponder it over. What was she going to do if it was actually the cute barista with the charming smile? Was she going to report him? Or let him off with a warning? What if he was also doing this to other girls, making them feel threatened like he did to her?
The more the questions arose within her, the more her chest tightened, clustered with heavy breaths, her blood ran cold with feart. Maybe she should leave and return when she feels more certain. “Han, we sho—”
The door finally creaked open, a half-dazed Minho peeking his busy mop of black hair out, eyes hooded with drowsiness. “Who dares disturb my slumber?” Minho's sleepy eyes trailed from the two hands locked together, to Shinhye's face and then diverted to the taller beside her, his face shielded with a bucket hat and nose mask. “Don't tell me you have a boyfriend?” he spoke up after making sure it was truly a male.
“Is that a pro—” Shinhye quickly got in front of the brunet, smiling nervously at minho— effectively cutting Han off.
