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Chapter Sixteen: Who Is She?

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

This could not be happening.

"Hello again, Jinyoung."

Her voice sent shivers down my back.

It was her fault that all of this was happening.

But was she really to blame? Or was I just driving the fault away from myself and to another?

It didn't matter. Not now. She was back, and that was the problem at hand.

"You don't look too happy to see me," she said monotonously. She noticed I still hadn't looked up yet. "But then again, you haven't looked at me at all."

I wiped away my tears and regained steady breathing before I met her eyes. The coldness from all those years ago was still present in them, I could still see the inhumanity and smugness in her sharp features. She was pretty, no doubt about it. But her butthead personality could never allow anyone to admire them without thinking of how awful she is.

"Ahh," she finally said after a short silence. "Seeing you all alone here, in this condition..." She paused, looking at me with a placid expression, as if studying me, before continuing, "has me assuming that you've let go of your...schoolboy's fetish."

I sniffled, scrunching my face in both confusion and disgust. "W-what?"

"Haha," she unhumorously said. "Stop playing dumb, Jinyoung. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"I don't," I said blatantly. "I don't know what sort of "schoolboy fetish" you could be referring to."

She scoffed, flicking something non-existent off her fingers. "Boys like you make me laugh."

"No matter," she waved a hand in the air, as if shooing something away, before continuing, "Continue. Go on pretending that you're entirely oblivious as you emotionally blackmail me."

"You can't emotionally blackmail someone that doesn't have emotions," I spat, gritting my teeth. Memories that could create PTSD flitted through my mind. Memories of the bitch that stood before me.

"Haha," she deadpanned once again. "Those improper behaviours of yours have clearly done damage to your brain. If, that is, there's even one left."

My heart yearned for Jaebum. I wanted him to kick this bitch's ass and hold me in his arms, assuring me that everything was okay. I wish I had never done what I did. I wish I had never let my cowardice get in the way of what I truly wanted, in the way of what was right.

"I haven't done anything improper," I said plainly. "Other than wasting my time on you."

She rolled her eyes, acting as if I hadn't uttered a word since she had gotten here. As if she heard nothing come out of my mouth. Knowing how little my words and actions, how little I, meant to her, made me regret every choice that led up to this moment.

"The only proper thing, Jinyoung," she said, "that you've done in your life is ridding yourself of that scoundrel, always attached to your side by the hip, always tagging beside you through thick and thin, always where I should have been."

Silent rage and an emotion I couldn't exactly make out was written across her face. Was it jealousy? Was it the fear of loss of control? Remorse? Probably not.

"Where you should have been?" I said, balling my fists as I stood up to meet her towering height. "You don't deserve me. You don't deserve to be here right now, spitting at my face when I should be the one getting to tell you off as I rip apart your throat."

A devilish grin played at her lips. "Oh, sweetie, you don't mean that. You're just upset that your little fuckboy was removed from you."

I clenched my teeth, my eyes practically shooting daggers. "I do mean that and you have no idea how much I want to throw a brick at your head right now."

"Haha. Fine, I'll leave you alone if that's what you want. Enjoy your little fun while it lasts, Jinyoung. I'm not going to stay away from you forever."

She began walking away from me before turning around and saying, "I hope you received my letter. It holds important information, you know."

I knew exactly what she was talking about and it made me wish Jaebum was here even more. He was always there for me, and I was never there for him. He always loved me and proved that he did, and I never proved that I loved him. Instead I took his love and threw it on the ground, stomping all over it.

I was about to cry again, when I heard a voice behind me.

"Who is she, Jinyoung?"

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