𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 | moonsun ✓

18 | regret

continuation from last chapter!

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In our lifetime,
do I regret choosing a life
with or without you
in it?

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"Yah! What the hell? Let go of me you twit!" Yongsun shrieks out but the person just tightens their grip on her sleeve as she tried not to lose her balance.

The arm pulled on her aggressively as she nearly trips over fallen backpacks and chairs placed in the middle of the aisles. She keeps her grasp tight on the tray and on the picture that Byulyi took, attempting to the grab the carpet with her shoes to stop in her place, though that didn't really help at all with her only releasing a pout of frustration. Her legs continued to intertwine with each other to the point where they could probably be used as shoelaces due to the constant stumbling.

The more she continued to struggle the more aggressive and faster they constantly pull her. And before she knew it, she wasn't even in the dining hall anymore. The emptiness of the main corridor only filled with silence, but filled with the internal screaming coming from inside of her and the occasional groan of a man from which she hung by only a finger.

"Yongsun, shush." A familiar deep voice reassures her calmly, making her eyes widen as she continued being dragged into a nearby hallway with no other students in sight in any direction. The quietness felt eerie to the ears as her defensive instincts began to crawl into her skin. She can feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, getting ready to fend for herself before her eyes adjusted to the person in front of her with a light gasp of disbelief only coming from her mouth.

Yongsun stares like bullets towards none other than her estranged boyfriend Eric, who was also staring back with a tired droopiness to his face. His attire had been changed to something formal𑁋a suit that that Yongsun had rarely see him wear. She didn't even think to believe that he owned any suits in the first place since she's never seen him in one. Maybe his company gave it to him for some formal event due to his international success. The thought only made her eyes roll.

"Eric?" she call outs quietly, tilting her head to look at him. The boy lingers his gaze towards the girl before looking all around, gazing past her in the direction down the hallway. "What are you doing here? You haven't been returning my calls or texts and then you suddenly show up here wearing all that. Jesus Christ, you can't just steal me away from eating and I swear you even look like you're being chased by the authorities and𑁋"

"Shh!" he snaps harshly, making Yongsun immediately close up her mouth from the rambling. "I'm not supposed to be here, so I'm just going to make this quick, okay?"

What the hell was he thinking?

"What the hell are you thinking coming here in risk of being caught by your agency?" Yongsun hisses gratingly to him as he cringes to the question.

The vein on his neck pops out, his face slightly reddening with some anger, frustration, and stress.

"I don't have much time left, Yongsun," Eric begs before approaching her closely with booming steps, making the girl back towards the wall with her tray somehow still in her hands. She fiddles her fingers around at the side of the tray, still realising the picture was still in her grasp and making her release a sigh of relief. "I don't know how much longer I have until I'm leaving Korea. My company... they, um, haven't told me anything about it and I've been freaking out about it. They're saying they're going to notify me tonight but I needed to see you beforehand and..."