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'and whatever happens next, i expect no rejections. it's the only way to save you.'

'huh? what do you mean?'

he ignored me, taking his phone out and started typing.

'okay, you may leave.'

he looked back up to me, pointing at the door. still no replies.

i didn't dare to ask what he meant the second time so i stood up, bowed and left the building immediately.

i held my phone, refreshing my twitter to see what happened in the past 3 hours i was offline.

'exclusive: mark tuan of got7 seen holding hands with a non-idol!'

'dispatch: released photos of k-pop idol mark of got7 together with an unknown female'

'just in: mark tuan from got7 pushed people away, mentally and physically.'

'got7's visual- mark, furious over a fan that slapped the girl he was seen with'

and the list goes on and on.

aside from all that crap, i got an overwhelming amount of messages and calls from almost everyone i had contact with.

jaebum called while i was reading the long twisted article fourkpop had written about me- which by the way was so uncalled for.

'hyung. have you seen the news? someone exposed hana. her profiles, her phone number, her address- everything. it's being shown on tv right now. where are you?'

'call manager hyung for me, inform him about this. i have somewhere to go to. i'll be back in a few.'

i didn't expect this to blow up, even on the news. i was never scandalous, so i had no clue what to do.
my brain felt like it's seized up, i was running aimlessly. my arms flapping comically, i had the urge to run, to escape, to hide. all thoughts of the cold air banished behind a wall of worry. half of me gave reasons why i shouldn't be panicking and the other bombarded me with every headline i had read.

i stopped in my tracks, staring at the calm lake ahead.

what is happening to me?

hana's pov

i ran out of the airport. mark was chasing after me but i didn't bother stopping. my vision blurred, eyes full of tears. i couldn't stop myself.

i ran a few more miles and eventually stopped to catch my breath. i wasn't able to stand properly with my legs being immensely sore from all the fucking running i've done.
that's enough running for the year.

i looked around, studying the foreign area i was at.

'where am i?'

i went to the nearest bench to rest, only to be startled by my ringtone.

'shit.' i cussed before answering the phone.

'ye-yes? hello? melissa? can you hear me?'

'LEE FUCKING HANA! YOU BITCH! WHY DID YOU STORM OFF LIKE THAT? DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I AM? YOU COULD'VE AT LEAST CALLED!'