THE LEGENDARY HOT GIRL | ATEEZ 18+

26 | ONLY TO HEAR THE SOUND OF HER NAME

"And about the Nina situation?" I cross my arms. I wasn't going to let this go either— it was already generous of me to have let go of my thoughts of revenge for her but I wouldn't stand having Seonghwa constantly accuse me of bullshit.

He made me swear loyalty to him but where was his for me?

Seonghwa still has that look where he doesn't believe a word I say.

"I didn't even touch her," I state. I was starting to feel overwhelmed with all the events that occurred within the last ten hours: me waking up from a three day coma, me being accused of being the bad guy when I actually wasn't this time around, Jongho being possibly hurt, being hunted down like rabid dogs, and the twins being missing. I was tired.

I couldn't talk to him anymore.

"Whatever," I shake my head before going back into the car.

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SEONGHWA's POV

Another sleepless night came to pass, another one because of her.

I'd been keeping watch all through the night. I sat there and watched as people passed, many of whom stopped to stare at the car. They started taking photos as if they've never seen such a mess before— whereas for me, it was a common occasion. I honked the horn until they scattered every time a crowd started to form. People were so annoying. All of them.

The sun slowly came to rise, and even though it took hours, it felt like eternity to me.

The only past time I had was mindlessly staring out my window. I counted the stars, every single one. Often times I would forget which ones I've already counted then I'd count them all over again. It became a cycle until my eyes started to hurt and I decided to find something else to look at— something just as beautiful, maybe even more.

"Grace," I call out even as she slept, only to hear the sound of her name.

Though I could only see parts of her that the street lamps allowed me to, they were beautiful nonetheless. Her soft, pointed nose and the way she'd turn it high whenever I said something she didn't like. Her lips and the little pout she'd make whenever she was unsatisfied. And that tongue, that wicked, wicked tongue.

I think her tongue was my favorite part.

After the sun finally makes a long-awaited appearance, it quickly comes to rise. Grace's face becomes more prominent, and as beautiful as she was, I couldn't deny the fact that she looked extremely ill. Her skin was more pale than usual and her lips had lost its color overnight. A strange panic overcame me as I reached out for her hand and attempted to shake her awake.

Her body was warm. Extremely warm.

"Grace?" I say, nearly breathlessly as I cling onto her arm. This feeling was absolutely foreign and overwhelming. It felt like my heart had just dropped to the floor. I was panicking, afraid that something might be wrong with her and it'd be my fault.

The thought of being the reason for her pain guilted me after I so often promised her that I'd keep her safe. The women in my life never fared well— I wasn't going to let her be one of them.

I can see her eyes moving behind her lids and shortly after, her golden orbs appear. I felt a great relief knowing that she was okay, that she wasn't hurt. At that moment, I was angry— angry at her for worrying me and with myself for unintentionally caring so much.

I hated this feeling.

"What's wrong?" I ask her, prepared to listen and believe anything she'd say.