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#8

Hyejin woke up with a loud ringing in my ears.

A throbbing pain in her head.

A metallic taste in her mouth.

She forced her eyes open.

In front of her was a blank, white wall.

She looks up, only to be blinded by a bright lamp that flickered on and off every now and then.

It also swung from side to side, making an eerie creaking sound with every movement.

She tried to pull her hand up to rub off the painful sting in her eyes, only to be hit by the realization that she was stuck.

Hyejin looked back to see that both her hands were tied up together using a blood-stained rope, which was probably used in the past since she smelled the pungent aroma of rotten blood that emitted from the rope ever since she blinked her eyes open.

Her face contorted with disgust and fear when she realized that the blood on that rope belonged to people who were probably dead by now.

When Hyejin heard the door click open, she scooted back her chair in shock, making a toe-curling screeching sound echo through the white room.

The figure at the door covered his ears and squinted his eyes in response to the horrid sound, but immediately retreated his hands to his sides, balling them up into fists.

He took long, yet slow strides towards her, keeping a strong glare on his face with every step.

Once his feet were only a few centimeters away from Hyejin's, he came to a stop, and bent down to get a closer look at her face.

The scowl on his face changed into a cold, sinister smile, the glare in his eyes still lingering as he looked at her.

The man grabbed her chin forcefully and proceeded to move it around, letting himself look at all angles of her face.

And though Hyejin had maintained a strong facade throughout this all, it all fell apart when she realized who this man was.

No. It can't be.

But we- he- why him?

Of all people, it just had to be fucking him.

Him?

The frustration on her face intensified as he stomped around her thoughts.

"D-Daejung?" her voice came out barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for him to hear her.

It was loud enough for him to smugly smirk at her.

Loud enough for him to laugh loudly in her face.

She flinched when she heard the laugh flow out of his mouth, like it was nothing.

The pain finally struck as she realized.

It hurt.

It hurt that she liked him, and admired him, so much.

It hurt that it was fake.

Him caring for her.

The hair ruffling.

His sweet smiles whenever they made eye contact.

The teasing.

The childish bickering they had.

The flirty chats they shared.

All fake.

And it stung.

It was like a blunted knife to her heart, stabbing her repetitively just to get through.

Why?

Because she actually, truly liked him.

She pitied herself in this situation.

The louder his laughter got, the more rage boiled up in her heart.

"You know what Daejung? Fuck you" she spat, with all her might, she held back her tears from falling.

Despite her face, she was too weak to hold them; so she let them cloud her vision, and eventually, fall down her face.

Daejung, however, showed no remorse to her tears whatsoever.

Instead of a hug, or a pitiful look, he only widened his smirk, and laughed louder than before.

To her surprise, he pulled out something from his pocket.

It was a pocket knife.

And without wasting anymore time, he flicked the knife open and stabbed her, deep, on the side of her knee.

Fortunately for her, it wasn't fatal.

But unfortunately for her, it was indeed, very painful.

She cried, yelled, screamed, as the blood splattered on Daejung's face.

Her blood.

On the face of a man she once loved.

Hyejin felt a lone tear trace over the outlines of her now, dry tears.

What cut her cries off into small hiccups though, was the faint ring of a phone, coming from her back pocket.

Daejung reached over to grab the device.

Once he had it in his grasp, he smirked at the sight of the name on your screen.

He turned the phone to face you, shaking it in your face.

"Oh look, your dear brother has called to check on you" he said, poison practically leaking out of his words.

When you read that name on your screen, it made it that much harder to hold the rest of your tears back.

So when Daejung answered the call, and shoved the phone in your face, you shook your head at him.

You couldn't speak. If you tried to push even a word or two out, you would just end up sobbing. And you didn't want to hurt Jowoon like that.

So instead, you nodded your head towards the man in front of you and mouthed the word 'lie'.

And so, as the tears began to race down your cheeks, and you let out your silent sobs...he lied.

"Hyejin-ah! Aunt Seyoung told me to call, where are you? We're at the dinner table already" Jowoon blabbered as soon as your tears started falling.

"Hey Jo! It's Daejung hyung. Don't worry, Hyejin's with me. On our way back home yesterday, she asked for my help in her studies. So we went to my house after school today and I helped her out with her homework. And while I was explaining, she sort of fell asleep...hope you don't mind! I feel bad waking her up" Daejung answered nonchalantly.

"Oh ok, then! Could you please take her home tomorrow morning? Or do you want me to pick her up?"

"Could you come and pick her up from here? I have plans tomorrow"

"Yeah, no problem, hyung. I'll be there at like...eight in the morning?"

Daejung smirked at his response, proud that he managed to lure in another one.

"Okay then! I gotta go check up on your sister now. Night, Jowoon!" and at that, the call ended.

Daejung turned back to Hyejin, who was now letting her sobs become louder, since Jowoon wasn't listening anymore.

He only smirked at the sight.

In the look in his eyes, it was evident that malicious thoughts were going through his mind right now.