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somin glares at moonbyul. it felt as if fire was scorching into her skin.

"how does it feel?" somin chuckled.

"how does what feel?" moonbyul spat. she was attempting to untangle the ties.

"to feel vulnerable? to feel utterly useless?" somin growled. "you destroyed me. rose above me during our training. you left me to die."

"it wasn't my fault!"

somin snapped. "then who was it?! huh?"

moonbyul frowned. "im sorry."

she leapt up from her chair, pinning down somin.

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