Hurt

Chapter 55 - His Name

Hyekyo

I walks inside the classroom. As soon I sit on my seat and open my book to study, the others keep looking at me. It's been almost 2 weeks since I came back to the school. Nothing was happening. Baekhyun and Chanyeol...I don't see them these 2 weeks at school. Well, it's not my business. After all, I had to go to my father's company after school. Looks like he had something important to tell me.

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The bell ringing means school time is over. I walks exit the school gate when someone was pulling my hand. I'm quite shock by the person who pulled me. He then brought me far from school. I try to let my hand go from his grip but he's still insist to not let go of my hand. I then just let him and follow him. We arrive at a street with a few of people. He then let go of my hand.

"What are you doing? If you want to talk, just talk. Don't keep pulling people", I said.

He still not saying anything. I roll my eyes. What a wasting time.....

I can't wait anymore and turn around to walk away but he grab my hand.

"Wait."

"So, can you start talking now? I'm not waiting this for a l-....", before I finished, he said.

"Why you're not telling me all this time?"

"What?"

"Why you're not telling me?! You know about this all this time, right?! You know that my father is not my father, right? You know that Han Jaesil is my father, right? You knew that and you're not telling me?!", he shouted.

What is he talking about? Han Jaesil is his father? Wha-...wait..

"You....with your father...just same. Cruel and....annoying, you know?", he said and walked away.

I froze. What he meant by that? His father is Han Jaesil? So, Han Jaesil's son who was missing in fire 14 years ago is.....Byun Baekhyun?

President Kang

I wait for Hyekyo for 40 minutes. Where's she? She's late. Her school time should over by now. My secretary suddenly give me a piece of paper. I read what was contain on it and make me smile.

"So, he'd agreed with us?"

"Look like that, President."

"What a great work Hyekyo did."

I put the paper on the table. I grab my phone and called for Hyekyo. It's almost 10 times I called her. Suddenly, the door is opening. Hyekyo's poker face is showed.

"No need to call me for many times. It's annoying", she said and sit on the sofa.

"O, my daughter. Well, sorry for that. Where have you been?"

"Somewhere doesn't related to you."

I know she kept something for me. Well, for now, I let it go since you will help me after this. And then, you'll gone, Kang Hyekyo.

Hyekyo

"Save me, noona.."

"Hyekyo-ah, Hyekyo-ah, Kang Hyekyo..."

"It will never happened if you're not born into this world.."

"It's all your fault".

"I never see you smile"

The fire... Jeongyeon ajumma... Seulgi... The kids... Their corpes..

I open my eyes. I'm breathing hardly. I looks around. It was my room. My breathing is unstable and my head is spinning. I flicks my hair to the back. My palm is wet with my sweat. I wipes the sweat at my neck. I close my eyes. Those dreams....it keeps coming to me lately. The memories that I don't want to remember.. The orphan house, Jeongyeon ajumma, those corpse directly in front of my eyes.. I want to forget it. I hugs my knee tightly and put my head down with my eyes close.