'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.'
Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be.
In a world...
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A sharp honk jolted Miyeon from her thoughts. Her head snapped up just in time to see a car speeding toward Jeonghan's parked vehicle.
"No!", she screamed, her legs refusing to move as she watched in horror.
The crash was deafening, the screech of tires and the shattering of glass echoing down the street. Jeonghan's car was hit with a sickening force from behind, its body crumpling as it was pushed several feet onto the curb.
Miyeon's breath hitched, her feet glued to the ground as her mind struggled to process what had just happened. Her phone slipped from her hand, clattering onto the pavement.
"Jeonghan..." she whispered, her voice trembling as tears filled her eyes. She felt like the world had stopped, her ears ringing as she stared at the wreckage before her.
People from nearby shops and passersby rushed to the scene, their panicked voices blending into a cacophony of chaos. But all Miyeon could do was stand frozen, the ominous message flashing in her mind.
Take this as a warning.
It took Miyeon a second to process what she was seeing. The car was half on the pavement, smoke curling from the hood, and the mirrors cracked but not completely shattered, obscuring her view of the driver inside. Her breath caught, her chest tightening with an unbearable weight as the realization sank in.
Jeonghan was in there.
Her legs moved before her mind could catch up, shoving her way through the gathering crowd, her tears blurring her vision. Panic clawed at her throat, and all she could hear was the deafening rush of her heartbeat.
This was her fault.
She had brushed off the warnings, thinking she had more time, more control. If only she had taken them seriously, this wouldn't be happening.
When she reached the driver's side, her knees almost buckled. Through the web of cracked glass, she could barely make out the outline of anything. Without hesitation, she raised her fists and slammed them against the window, the impact jarring her bones.
"Jeonghan! Please!", she whispered, her voice breaking with desperation.
She pounded against the glass with everything she had, her knuckles splitting open, blood smearing across the already damaged window. People around her shouted, some trying to pull her away, but she shoved them off.
"Sweety, stop! You're hurting yourself!", an elderly woman pleaded, her voice soft yet insistent as she reached for Miyeon's arm.
Miyeon shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face, "I need to get him out! He's in there! Please!"
Her voice cracked, and her hands continued their assault on the window. Each blow sent sharp jolts of pain up her arms, but she didn't care. She couldn't lose him. Not like this.
