Chapter 47 "Farewell"

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"What am I thinking!? Heading to mark this time of night?" MinYeong doubted herself.

Sooner or later Mark entered through the hospital's entrance riding a wheelchair with junior and the others pushing his back.

((--MinYeong's POV--))

Inside the bus I saw Yona sitting on front.

"Hey cuteness!" I held onto the side railings of the moving vehicle.

"Hey! Where are you heading this time of the night?" Yona asked.

"Well... Mark texted me, and he told me we'll make up."

"Jinjja? (Really) Yah! (hey) gweanchana? (are you alright)" Yona overreacted.

"Ne (yes)" I answered in a smooth tone.

"Are you sure your alright? Because it seems to me that you aren't." Yona always reassure.

"But why did he text you? Why didn't he call you?" Sounds suspicious to me also.

"I don't know, but it'll be near busan high, that's why I'm so excited!" I almost jump out of excitement.

"Okay suit your excited moment for yourselves, but be careful its a dark street where you'll roam around." Yona warned me exactly like a big old sister.

"I'll be fine! Oh here's my station, bye bye!" I tightened the strap of my bag then I headed straight to busan high junk shop.

"You can do this MinYeong! Your a trained girl."

"Why would we meet here?" Looks suspicious, smells suspicious.

It's weird why would he want both of us to make up here?

Behind my back there's a man who grabbed me by the arm, and he attacked me from upfront.

I did a martial art kick but as soon as my kick departed, a group of gangsters surrounded me. Outnumbered huh...? I guess I'll have to fight.

I'm covered in wounds and my sight got a bit blurry, blood was running through my forehead.

When I lost control of myself I got hit by a baseball bat from behind.

"...I'm sorry Mark." Those were my famous last words, that's what I think of myself.

In times like this I shouldn't think of him, I should rather think of myself.

He's been the luckiest man holding Irvy in his arms.

I'm sorry guys... I'm sorry GOT7, well this had been a total farewell I guess.

From the entrance of the creepy junk shop, there I lay unconscious. Well... Not before I saw an unusual figure of a girl.

"Wrap her up boys!" Yelled the cranky woman.

Who is she...?

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