ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ [ᴇɴ- ᴘᴏʟʏ]

Chapter 141 🔞

Before you read:

Music themes-
1. Drive you insane- Daniel Di Angelo
2. Lost in the fire - The Weeknd (slowed reverb)

Now hear me out, you need to listen to at least Lost in the Fire while you read. And slowed version only if possible. Because you'll be missing out on a whole ass experience that I couldn't get through with a sane mind.

You can download the slowed version from YouTube easily. Just copy the link and paste in one of those YouTube mp3 Downloaders on Google.

Yep that's it. Proceed please...😏

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It was long after Sejin was gone. The nervousness in me had spiked when the clock struck noon and it refused to leave since then. I had less than 48 hours and I still wasn't near completing my tasks.

I was standing in front of the mirror, trying some hairstyles to cover up the scars from the stitches. I couldn't curl my hair anymore. The front ones made it too obvious. I brushed them out in frustration and now I was looking like a kid who had woken up late on a school day. Basically a younger me, when I still hadn't discovered how to manage my hair.

But it was either this or giving my grandfather a heart attack. The choice was easy. I sighed. And left my hair open while I checked the rest of my body for visible injuries.

There was a long scratch from my forearm to my elbow. And then smaller, multiple scratches throughout my arm and back of my shoulders. No sleeveless, no off-shoulders, no anything above my elbow. I bit my lip and glanced down at my legs.

Rough dark brown scratches were littered here and there. Even though most of them were healed, they left behind little white scars that could get anyone's attention on closer inspection. No dresses, no shorts, no anything above the ankles.

I sat down heavily on the chair. The only option left for me was full wide-leg pants that could fit my whole boot inside without a problem. And I only had three of them. Because those types of pants were never an all-time option for me. And my grandmother was going to kill me if she saw me repeat the same pants more than once a week.

I needed more. I went out of my room and into the living, where Heeseung, Jay, and Sunghoon were perched on the couches. I hesitantly approached them. They brought me the whole store and I was still going to demand more. How embarrassing this was.

"Hey princess, finally missed me?" Heeseung joked.

"We are a few steps away at all times, Hee." I sighed.

"Never too less." He said and held out a hand to me.

I sighed. Still feeling a little embarrassed, I took his hand. He pulled me down into his lap and put his head on my shoulder. From my other side, I felt Sunghoon's fingers in my hair.

"What happened to your hair?" He asked as he twisted a tuft of my hair with his finger.

"Uh...I guess I was just lazy." I said.

"Then why didn't you call Sunoo? Did you pick a new target to be your stylist?" He grinned and raised an eyebrow. "Who's the lucky guy this time?"

I chuckled. "No one. Only Sunoo."