Who Are You?

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THE world suddenly seemed too calm, like the aftermath of a huge storm. I closed my eyes, trying analyze the situation I'm in.

And a way out of it.

Although B.I's words stayed in my mind, I didn't like being told what to do about my life. I tried to push away the image of Chaeyoung's smile, her alluring biting-her-lip habit, everything about her.

Even though B.I didn't mention it, I knew his plans.

He wanted Chaeyoung. As hostage, some sort of leverage on me. Even if I disagreed, there will still be a knife held to her neck. The safest way to protect her was complying to B.I words and leave SM, as well as everything affiliated to it. Staying would not endanger Chaeyoung...but myself as well.

I still couldn't shake off the events that followed after Jiyoung disappeared. B.I had gone ballistic, eyes brooding and every little thing set him off. He resorted to violence to smother the horrible, gnawing ache in his heart that will never subside. Love changed him. No, because of his position, his affiliation with the YG, he had no choice. Jiyoung was a threat, a spy that knew too much.

B.I fell in love with a spy from SM, someone he should've never developed feelings for. In the end, she was erased from his world because he chose YG over her, his loyalty to a felonious syndicate over his first love.

Jiyoung's sudden departure was a shock to everyone.

And now B.I warned me not to make the same mistake. Chaeyoung was just as dangerous; people associated with SM always are, especially now that she's here, in the headquarter of SM's greatest enemy.

Will Chaeyoung ask me to choose too? Will she leave, too, if I didn't choose her?

But I already knew my choice. I will always choose Chaeyoung. She was the last thing I had left.

The most important task on hand right now was to make sure B.I keeps her under the cover until everything was over. The quarrels, the disputes, the strifes within our two associations.

A war between gangs was not a pretty image.

Someone knocked on the door and I groaned at the thought of having to interact with people. The people I tried to leave behind.

"I just need to check up on you."

It was the nurse. She gave me a slight smile as she walked over. I nodded and watched her as she completed the procedures and checkups.

"Do you feel safe here?" I asked quietly.

"Hm?" the nurse asked. I glanced at her name tag. Nayeon. She pursed lips after processing in what I said and stood up straight.

"Nowhere on Earth is completely safe, now is there?" Nayeon grabbed a pitcher of water and poured me a cup. As she handed me the cup, I let my gaze linger. She stared right back. Now that I noticed, her brown eyes were dull and lifeless, as if they had lost their shine a long time ago.

I stared at the clear liquid in the plastic cup, thoughts compiling in my head. "That's why we have to fight for it," I murmured, laying back down on the bed and facing away from Nayeon, towards the thick glass window. I heard a faint sigh and the click of the closing door.

My hand clenched, wrinkling the cup that I was still holding on to. I threw it into the trash can with a single shot by the door and got off the bed. I searched for some sort of clothing that didn't publicly declare I was a patient like the hospital gown I was wearing right now.