venomous // loona

two

tw: panic attacks, domestic abuse, dark web if you squint, and a shitload of angst. the writing is realistic so please click away if you find the above triggering/disturbing (except the dark web. i've never been on so idk if i even wrote it accurately lmao)

a/n: buckle up ;)

It was silent. The dead noise of nothingness ringed through Chaewon's ears. They've only been walking for a few minutes, yet it had already been long enough for her to consider running back. There should be no reason Chaewon would willingly help Hyejoo- someone who she previously put every once in her trust in, just to leave it in her near-stranger hands now- but here she is, walking alongside her. She took a step away, creating more distance.

Hyejoo only looked at the ground while walking, only daring to glance up at Chaewon a few times. The silence was tense, it made Hyejoo feel as if any second one of them could pop off. Anxious tears filled her eyes as her mind ran through all the what ifs, all the possible scenarios that Yeojin might be going through right now. But rather than voicing her concern, she bit her bottom lip worriedly and continued pacing.

She wasn't exactly sure why Chaewon agreed to helping her, especially considering they've completely lost each other's trust. But she was the first person Hyejoo came to anyway, and she just told herself it was because she was close. She would've gone to Yerim, but a quick impulse told her to go to Chaewon.

They continued walking like that for what felt like an eternity, despite only having thirty minutes pass, without any chatter between the two. The pavement they walked upon seemed loud as their steps echoed into the air, setting a rhythm of sorts with the tick-tacks of their shoes.

"Where are we even going, Hyejoo?" Chaewon said through a sigh, stopping in her tracks, causing Hyejoo to pause as well. Hyejoo blinked at Chaewon.

"I... I'm not sure yet. Somewhere- somewhere where we'll find her," Hyejoo spoke quickly, fingers twiddling with each other frantically. It was a nervous habit of hers that Chaewon picked up instantly, recognizing her panic.

Chaewon rubbed her temple, continuing to sigh defeatedly. "Alright. I knew that, Hyejoo. But we need a definitive plan. I know before I agreed to not having one before, but really, this isn't working. We can't walk into this blindly, y'know. We'll never find her that way."

Hyejoo looked forward, avoiding eye contact with the girl a few steps behind her. The words struck her like lightning to a rod, recognizing the lack of a solid plan. "No, no, we... We're going to find her. She's not lost... She can't be..."

"How do we know? She could be dead for fucks sake, and we don't even know how to fucking get to her. This is really sad and pathetic, Hye. We can't fucking find her if we don't know where she is," Chaewon spat, unintentionally adding more fuel to Hyejoo's already agonizingly large fire, threatening to explode any second. She bit on her nail as Chaewon continued, "I want to help but you have to understand I can't if we don't have any hope in finding her on the street. Literally in the middle of no where. We're not moving forward with this oh, let's just walk and and hope we find her!! hehe!! mindset, because, news flash, it doesn't work that way! Legitimately, we need-"

"Stop, Chae. Please," Hyejoo turned around to face Chaewon, tears falling from her glassy eyes, making Chaewon's stomach twist in guilt. Hyejoo was shaking, her breathing short and stuttered, she looked so fragile.

"Hyejoo, I'm sorry," Chaewon reached to wrap an arm around Hyejoo, which was only rejected.

"Don't touch me, Chae. I get it now, we don't have any hope," Hyejoo ironically smiled towards Chaewon, breaking her heart to see the corners of Hyejoo's lips shake weakly in an attempt to hold the smile. "You... You can go back now, if you want. Guess I really am just a bad sister anyway." Hyejoo took a shaky hand up to her face in a useless attempt to wipe the tears stained on her face, only being replaced by many more.