'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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'Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me'
The cool hallway air of the university felt almost too normal, too calm for what was churning inside Miyeon's chest.
She and Sohee stood just outside the girls' changing room, now dressed in casual clothes-hoodies, joggers, damp hair quickly towel-dried to sell the lie they'd spun to everyone. A fake story of an 'extended practice' to cover where they had really been.
The pretend shower, the last-minute drive to the university, and the hasty change were all just props in a desperate attempt to hold their separate truths together.
What they hadn't figured out, though, was how to explain it all to Yewon. Or worse, how Miyeon would explain it to her family and friends. They thought she was training through the final match of the season while others thought she was with Sohee's father staying in.
That she had traded the roar of the crowd for the quiet rhythm of the dance studio. But in truth... she had walked straight into the most dangerous part of her own story.
Miyeon could still feel the ghost of that room back at the mansion. The stifling air. The silence after Riko's whisper. The way her heart had nearly stopped when she heard her uncle's voice from the past, talking to no one-and yet talking to her.
It haunted her. It followed her like a shadow stretching into the dying light of evening.
She hadn't said much since they left. Just quiet nods. Lips pressed tightly together. Shoulders heavy.
Sohee hadn't pushed her. She didn't need to. She understood that Miyeon was walking a mental battlefield, and some wars are fought in silence.
