'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...
T.w: Mentions of depression, murder, self harm, etc.
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Miyeon sat in her dorm room, the glow of her desk lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Her eyes were fixed on the digital clock on her study table.
01:17 a.m.
She was supposed to be asleep hours ago, but her thoughts refused to settle. She had tried-tossing and turning in bed for what felt like an eternity before deciding it was futile. In a bid to distract herself, she opened her books to prepare for her upcoming semester exams, but even that lay untouched on the desk.
Her gaze flicked back to the clock.
01:20 a.m
The words of Sohee's father kept playing in her mind. He had recognized the number. The same number that had been haunting her for weeks, pulling at threads she wasn't ready to unravel but couldn't ignore, the same number that had caused pain to her people. He had promised to confirm his suspicions and let her know as soon as he was certain, but the weight of waiting was suffocating.
She had returned to the dorm by mid-afternoon, locking herself away in her room alone.
Her phone buzzed with several unread messages lighting up the screen. A few were from her parents, a handful from Jeonghan and Taehyung—but most of them were from Wonwoo.
Wonwoo.
She hadn’t spoken to him yet. Not when he called, not when he messaged, and not even when he decided to give her the space she so obviously needed. She just… couldn’t bring herself to respond.
Nari hadn't come back yet either, likely still with Yewon. Miyeon had tried not to dwell on it, but it was a painful reminder of how fractured things felt between them. They hadn't spoken properly in days, and Miyeon knew she needed to address it. But how? The words always seemed to catch in her throat.
As if on cue, the sound of the entrance door opening and closing echoed through the quiet dorm. Miyeon immediately rose from her chair, walking out of her room to find Nari by the shoe rack, slipping off her sneakers.
Hearing Miyeon's approach, Nari froze briefly before continuing with her task, pretending not to notice her. Miyeon frowned but cleared her throat to get her attention.
"You're late, Nari.", she said softly, trying to start a conversation.
Nari's response came faster than either of them expected, sharp and cutting, "You don't control my life, Miyeon."
Miyeon blinked, the coldness of her tone stinging more than she wanted to admit. Nari only ever used her full name when she was upset, and right now, she sounded very upset.
The tension between them hung thick in the air. The small living room, normally cozy and warm, felt suffocating. Miyeon's heart twisted as she searched Nari's expression, hoping for some kind of explanation, but Nari's face was set in a hard, unreadable mask.
