'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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The first rays of morning tiptoed into Miyeon’s room like secrets brushing against lavender walls. They filtered through the sheer curtains, painting pale gold over the lilac hues that wrapped the room in a strange kind of calm.
A calm that didn’t belong to her heart.
She sat at the edge of her bed, legs tucked close, phone still in her hand, the screen casting a pale light on her thoughtful face. The last message from that unknown number stared back at her, stark and venomous.
'You were warned. Stay quiet, Miyeon, or the next truth won’t be as gentle.'
Now that she knew who it was, it settled like rot beneath her skin. A man whose blood once mingled in family laughter, now reduced to shadows and poison. Her lips parted slightly, but there was nothing to say. Nothing to ask.
She had no more questions for the man who wore betrayal like perfume.
He had hated her. She always knew it, in the sneer behind polite smiles, in the way he never once looked her in the eye when he spoke or when he did, it was always with hidden hatred. But to this extent? To destroy lives, silence truth, and spill blood as if it were merely ink on a business document?
Her throat tightened. There was one thought, one name she hadn’t allowed herself to face, not last night, not even on that rooftop with Jeonghan.
Dino.
The boy who had once clung to her hand during fireworks and cried when his mother went into labor. The boy who had become quieter, colder, as the years passed and only ever dared trust her or Wonwoo.
She knew hadn’t spoken to his own father in months, and when they did speak, it was more like walking over broken glass than rebuilding a bridge.
But Juwon was his father.
No matter how estranged, no matter how angry Dino might’ve become… this would shatter him. Miyeon knew it. How do you tell someone the father they lost all respect for was never just cruel, but a criminal responsible for the death of your shared family? Of your own mother?
The grief wasn't just hers. It was Dino’s. It was Sohee’s. It was buried in the walls of her house, behind every framed photo and every echo of laughter that had since turned brittle.
She stood and walked to the window, pushing the curtains aside.
Outside, Seoul stirred slowly. Life spilling across the city in cars, bicycles, school uniforms, and sleepy coffees. But inside, Miyeon stood still. Her eyes grazed the picture wall above her dresser. Smiles. Celebrations. Childhood.
They told stories, but none of them had answers.
She exhaled, long and quiet, a breath she felt she’d been holding for years. There was no escaping this anymore. She would talk to Wonwoo first. He had always been her second compass—Jeonghan her heart, and Wonwoo her logic. He'd help her plan. Help her find the words when they felt too heavy to form.
