'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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Miyeon stared at the phone in her hand, the screen illuminated with the same message she had read a million times before.
'Take this as a warning.'
The words taunted her, heavy with a threat that had already taken too much from her. Her thumb hovered over the delete button, but she couldn't bring herself to press it. Deleting it wouldn't erase the reality of what it meant. The reminder was necessary-a cold tether to the chaos unraveling around her.
Yesterday had been a brutal wake-up call. She'd nearly lost another person she cared for, another person she wanted to call hers. It cemented the truth: this wasn't a game. Whoever was behind this wasn't going to stop until they had unraveled her entirely.
Her gaze drifted to her bandaged hands, the faint sting a constant reminder of her mistakes. She sighed, the weight of her choices settling heavily on her shoulders.
'Physical distance,' she thought bitterly, 'was better than permanent loss.'
Miyeon straightened, tying her hair into a high ponytail as she closed her locker with a soft clang. Across the room, Sohee leaned lazily against her own locker, a cigarette balanced between her fingers. The thin wisp of smoke curled around her like a veil, making her already aloof demeanor even more pronounced.
Sohee caught Miyeon's gaze, exhaling a slow puff of smoke, "Everything okay, Miyeon?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.
Miyeon hesitated before stepping closer, her voice low, "Sohee, did you... did you find anything about the case?"
Sohee frowned, confused for a moment, until realization dawned on her, "Daehan's accident?
Miyeon nodded. The memory made her stomach churn, but she forced herself to remain steady.
"I talked to my father about it," Sohee said, stubbing out the cigarette under her heel, "But he's tied up with his own case until the weekend. He said he'd dig into it after."
Disappointment flickered across Miyeon's face, but before she could say anything, Sohee added, "I've been looking into it myself. Managed to get my hands on some CCTV footage from that day."
Miyeon's eyes widened slightly, her pulse quickening, "What did you find?"
Sohee pulled out her phone, scrolling through her gallery before holding it up for Miyeon to see. The screen displayed a grainy still image of a car-sleek, black, and utterly nondescript.
"The car that hit you," Sohee began, her tone measured, "I ran a check. It was a hit-and-run, right? No driver caught, no consequences?"
Miyeon nodded slowly, not understanding the point, "I know all this. The car was registered under the name 'Wonju'. It was abandoned and dumped?"
