My anger flares, but I remain silent, lost in the depths of his mesmerizing eyes. "You have a knack for getting on my nerves," he says, chuckling softly.
"And you have a knack for making everything infinitely more complicated," I retort, though my v...
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I don't know why I'm here.
The fluorescent lights of the store are too harsh, the aisles too sterile, the noise of casual conversation grating against my skin like nails on glass.
I'm holding a basket. It's got a few things in it—things I barely remember picking up. A bottle of water, a few snacks, painkillers. Things Han probably won't even touch, but I need something to do, something to hold, because if I don't, my hands will start shaking again.
I exhale, rubbing a hand over my face. My head is a fucking mess.
Because last night... last night wrecked me.
Seeing Han like that. Seeing him break, seeing him so human for once.
I don't think I've ever seen him like that before. Not since then.
Not since her.
Soobin's name still feels like a blade between my ribs. Like the air gets knocked out of me just at the thought of her. The way she laughed, the way she was alive—and then the way she wasn't.
I squeeze my eyes shut. I can still hear it.
That sound.
Not her fall. Not the impact.
But him.
Han at the top of the stairs, screaming like his entire soul had been ripped out of him.
I should hate him. I should never forgive him for what he said to me that night. The way he looked at me, like I was the reason she was gone.
You killed her... you fucking killed her!
I'll never forget it. The way those words felt, like I had been thrown off the edge with her.
But it's not what destroyed me.
No.
It was the way he looked after.
His entire body curled in on itself, fingers tangled in his hair, shaking violently as he sobbed so hard he couldn't breathe. His whole world—his entire fucking world—was gone, and he had nothing left to hold onto but his own grief, his own hatred, his own fucking self-destruction.
And now?
Now it's happening again.
Seo walked out that door last night and took Han's last shred of stability with him.
I knew the moment it happened.
Because the second Han walked out of that room, I saw it in his eyes.
