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A high pitched creek fills my ears. I divert my attention away from Park Soohyuk. A tall well-built figure joins us in the office. My heart pounds against my rib cage as I stare at that familiar form. When the door shuts, Chanyeol's dark orbs fall on me. His facial expression abnormally stoic.
"Chanyeol, glad you could join us." His father's voice was smitten. Chanyeol doesn't move to look at his father. His stare fixated on me to the point that I can't tell what his thoughts were.
"What's she doing here?" His deep voice cut into the eerie silence increasingly smothering me. His orbs shifted between his father to me.
I glance over at Soohyuk whose lips are pursed into a lopsided smile.
"Take a seat, son." Soohyuk directs his attention on the empty chair. His words more of a command than a suggestion. Chanyeol presses his lips into a thin line and sits down.
Mr. Park tugs on my arm lifting me from my spot on the floor without a problem. He then moves me to the chair behind his wooden desk. He clasps onto my shoulders pushing my body down into the seat.
An unexpected cold air ghosts over my skin, "I told you that you would enjoy this."
My eyes flicker up to Chanyeol to which I catch sight of confusion flashing through his eyes. It goes amiss by his father whose more intrigued by my reaction to his words.
He doesn't know.
"I followed your rules. Why is she here?" Chanyeol spoke with more confidence in his voice.
Mr. Park lightly chuckles in response to Chanyeol. "It would never be enough to save her from this."
"Her fate is sealed. Just like Yoona's was." A wide grin spread across his lips.
"Why don't you tell him, Eunji. How you witnessed his beloved fiancée's death with your own eyes. How she died struggling for a grasp of air."
"Stop it!" I blurted out with a hoarse voice. Hot tears welling up in my eyes again. He was manipulating the situation, trying to control what happens for his own entertainment.
"You." Chanyeol's voice is dangerously low. "You murdered her, didn't you?" The room falls dead silent. I flicker my eyes up at Chanyeol.
He stares directly at me, an unmistakable dark fury floods his orbs. Chanyeol diverts his attention to the man standing next me.
"Didn't you, Father."
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It has been forever. I have neglected this story not because of life but my own self. Every time I looked at this story I felt like I couldn't finish it. There were many times when I was going to come back and write the rest then I let myself get discouraged. I'm trying to push myself out of that mindset and finally set the story free.
In my time away someone has made a new graphic for this story which I love very much! 💓
Thank you for the support and continuing to read this story and my others.
-Jiselle
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Room #19 || e)(o Chanyeol
Фанфик"Do I know you?" I ask tilting my head up at him. "No, you don't." His expression solemn. The elevator dinged, He exited. Still nameless...mysterious. I knew nothing of him as the doors closed between us. He stood still as it shut, his back facing...
