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๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ | ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ | ๐๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ฌ ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ | ๐Ž๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ซ, ๐…๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘ | ๐Ž๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ซ, ๐…๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ญ. ๐Ÿ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’ | ๐–๐ž๐ง๐๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ฌ ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“ | ๐๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ƒ๐š๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ 
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ” | ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐„๐ง๐
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ• | ๐“๐จ ๐๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐€ ๐Œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ ๐ƒ๐ข๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ– | ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐‡๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐ง'๐ฌ ๐–๐ž๐š๐ฉ๐จ๐ง
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ— | ๐–๐ก๐จ ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ฒ?
๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ | ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ฒ
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ | ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐†๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ง ๐‡๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ | ๐๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐š๐ง ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐“๐จ ๐…๐ฅ๐ฒ
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘ | ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ (๐’๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐๐ž ๐Œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง)
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ | ๐’๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐๐ž ๐Œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐†๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐–๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ 
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“ | ๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐‹๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐€ ๐Œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ” | ๐€ ๐ƒ๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐๐š๐ฌ๐ญ (๐’๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐€ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ซ๐ž)
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ• | ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ฎ๐ง๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ˆ๐ง ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐„๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ– | ๐€ ๐๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐'๐ฌ ๐†๐จ๐จ๐๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ— | ๐‚๐ก๐š ๐‡๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ง-๐’๐ฎ'๐ฌ ๐Œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ
๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ | ๐“๐จ ๐‹๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ž ๐€๐ง ๐€๐ฐ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐  ๐€๐๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ | ๐ˆ ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Œ๐ž (๐˜๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐€๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ž)
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ | ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ƒ๐ซ๐ž๐ฐ ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐€๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐’๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘ | ๐’๐ž๐จ๐ค-๐‡๐ฒ๐ž๐จ๐ง ๐€๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐“๐จ๐จ ๐‹๐š๐ญ๐ž
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ | ๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ ๐…๐ฅ๐จ๐š๐ญ
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“ | ๐–๐š๐ฅ๐ค ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐ข๐ง๐ž
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ” | ๐’๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ• | ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐Œ๐ž ๐“๐ซ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐ 
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ– | ๐’๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐‡๐จ๐ฆ๐ž
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ— | ๐‰๐ข-๐’๐ฎ'๐ฌ ๐‹๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐…๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐Ž๐ง ๐€๐ง๐ ๐Ž๐Ÿ๐Ÿ
๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ | ๐ˆ๐ง ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐ข๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐‡๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ค๐ฌ
๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ | ๐๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ž ๐’๐š๐๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ
๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ | ๐„๐ฎ๐ง-๐˜๐จ๐จ ๐’๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐€ ๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž
๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ | ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐–๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐“๐ก๐š๐ง ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐–๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐’๐ค๐ฒ
๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’ | ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐€๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐š๐ฅ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ข๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ
๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ“ | ๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ ๐…๐ฅ๐ฒ
๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ” | ๐‰๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐‡๐จ๐จ๐ค, ๐Š๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐€๐ฌ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ
๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ• | ๐Œ๐š๐ฒ๐›๐ž ๐‡๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ฌ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐‚๐š๐ง'๐ญ ๐‚๐จ๐ž๐ฑ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ
๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ– | ๐†๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž ๐š ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ซ ๐Š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ
๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ— | ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐’๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ซ ๐“๐จ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ, ๐†๐จ๐จ๐๐›๐ฒ๐ž
๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ | ๐–๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐–๐ž ๐‚๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž?
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ | ๐„๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐ž (๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ž, ๐๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, ๐๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž)
๐•Š๐”ผ๐”ธ๐•Š๐•†โ„• ๐•‹๐•Ž๐•†
โ€ผ๏ธษดแด‡แดก แด…ษช๊œฑแด„สŸแด€ษชแดแด‡ส€ โ€ผ๏ธ
๐™ฝ๐™ด๐š† ๐™ฒ๐™ฐ๐š‚๐šƒ
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ | ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐ž (๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ค-๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ ๐Œ๐จ๐ญ๐ก)
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ | ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐ซ๐จ๐œ๐จ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ž ๐ƒ๐ข๐ ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ˆ๐ง ๐…๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐„๐š๐ญ ๐‡๐จ๐จ๐ค
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ | ๐†๐จ๐จ๐๐›๐ฒ๐ž, ๐๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐, ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘ | ๐๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐š๐ง ๐ƒ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐๐ž๐ฌ ๐“๐จ ๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐€ ๐‡๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’ | ๐๐ž๐ฐ ๐…๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐๐ž๐ฐ ๐€๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ (๐’๐จ ๐…๐š๐ซ ๐€๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ)
Hii
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“ | ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐“๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ญ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐–๐ž๐ง๐๐ฒ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ” | ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐‹๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐’๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ• | ๐‹๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ƒ๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐€๐ ๐ž (๐‹๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ)
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ– | ๐†๐จ๐จ๐๐›๐ฒ๐ž, ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐–๐ž๐ง๐๐ฒ; ๐‡๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ, ๐‹๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ— | ๐–๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ˆ๐ง ๐“๐ข๐ฆ๐ž
๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ | ๐–๐ž๐ง๐๐ฒ, ๐“๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐š๐›๐ฒ ๐Œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ
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By PersephoneNyx28











โ ๐™ฐ๐š—๐š ๐™ธ ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž,
๐™ฐ๐š—๐š ๐™ธ'๐š•๐š• ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐š 
๐™ธ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š” ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š— ๐š–๐šข ๐š˜๐š ๐š—
๐™ฐ๐š—๐š ๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š” ๐š–๐šข๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š
๐š†๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š’๐š'๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š–๐šŽ?
๐™ป๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ
๐š†๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š’๐š'๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š–๐šŽ?
๐™ป๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ. โž
- ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐–๐จ๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐€๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐ž.

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ใ€”โจโœงโœงโฉใ€•โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€

"It was Chef Ji." Eun-Yoo spoke up. "The one who sent the two after us."

"Of course it was." Hae-Rin sighed.

She had been right.

That woman, whenever she saw fit, would send men to follow the two, but they had never tried to kill them.

Somehow, though, the men ended up dying, but it had never been Hae-Rin and Eun-Yoo's fault. They always liked the freedom too much, and then, getting too much of it, they ended up falling.

"She was bitching again when I went to give her the handicraft." Eun-Yoo continued, playing with the food on her plate. "She was talking about the debt for her husband, so I, again, told her that we didn't kill Mr. Kim so why should we pay?" Hae-Rin nodded in agreement, listening to her talk. "And like the bitch she was, she said that none of it mattered and that she wanted to kill us."

"She's always talking about killing us, nothing new." Hae-Rin shrugged, bringing the fork to her lips and taking a bite. "Always on and on about how we were supposed to pretend or beg for making a terrible mistake."

"Yeah, always saying if she'd forgive or get revenge." Eun-Yoo added. "Today when I asked her if she made a choice, she said she'd wait it out."

"Wait it out?" Hae-Rin asked, mouth full of food and Eun-Yoo made a face at that. "Wait what out?"

"She'll wait until we turn into monsters." Eun-Yoo replied.

Ah, right. Seemed quite the idea.

"Of course." Hae-Rin nodded, sighing.

"Forgiving us wasn't really an option, she said." Eun-Yoo added. "And she doesn't want to turn how we did, so she doesn't wanna murder us."

"Aw, how nice of her." Hae-Rin mocked, waving the fork around and rolling her eyes.

"What's nice of who?" Sae-Bom's voice arrived.

Hae-Rin turned to face her.

Next to her were the siblings, Jin-Ok and Min-Seok.

"No one." Hae-Rin said.

Sae-Bom narrowed her eyes.

The rest of them, though, went to sit around the table, finally done waiting in line to get the food.

Sae-Bom sighed and went to sit down as well, only she sat on Hae-Rin's other side.

"Where's Chan-Young?" Asked Eun-Yoo, looking around.

"Why are you asking?" Smirked Min-Seok.

"I'm not." Eun-Yoo snapped.

"You literally were." Su-Yeong said.

"I was just- um, well, he's always with at least one of you." Eun-Yoo rushed to defend herself. "So, I'm surprised he's not with you. That's all."

From behind Hae-Rin came a voice, asking, "You're surprised about who not being with who?"

Speaking of the devil, Hae-Rin thought, turning to face Chan-Young.

"None of your busi-"

"You." Hae-Rin said, interrupting Eun-Yoo.

"You're surpised about me?" Chan-Young asked, eyes wide.

Aw, cute, thought Hae-Rin.

"No, I wasn't-"

"She was worried you weren't with our group here." Hae-Rin interrupted again, smirking. "She was worried you weren't coming for dinner."

"Oh, um, uh..." Chan-Young stuttered, cheeks turning red. "I was, uh, a little behind in line."

"Should've stayed there forever." Eun-Yoo grumbled, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, that's not nice." Sae-Bom said.

But she was smirking as well.

As was everyone.

It was so easy to see everything that even Sae-Bom had noticed it the second day of her arrival under the stadium. It was really easy to see Chan-Young's crush on Eun-Yoo because he was way too transparent, way too blush-y. Only Eun-Yoo seemed not to notice or she was oblivious as fuck.

But it was also easy to notice that Eun-Yoo was growing soft on Chan-Young, that she was crushing on him, too. She didn't have to tell Hae-Rin, they didn't need words, but it was obvious. The taller girl knew that Eun-Yoo knew that Hae-Rin was suspecting it, that she could guess the whole crushing thing. Although, unfortunately, Eun-Yoo was a really stubborn asshole and until she admitted her crush to herself first, she'd never admit it out loud.

Hae-Rin liked to tease the two, liked to put them in situations where they'd have to work together just to bring them closer. Eun-Yoo was never going to do it herself, she was too proud, too stubborn, so Hae-Rin had to step up.

"Come on, kid," Sae-Bom said, nudging Chan-Young. "Sit down and eat, don't just stand there, your food will get cold."

"Yes, sorry, Ms. Kang." Chan-Young said, chuckling awkwardly.

Hae-Rin grinned, watching him blush some more.

Eun-Yoo was blushing as well, though.

Although Hae-Rin could also see weariness in Chan-Young's eyes.

She knew what happened while she and Eun-Yoo were gone. She knew that a woman tried to run away and got the symptoms.

Chan-Young told her, after she took a shower, that the woman was locked outside in a cage-like space. He told Hae-Rin just how emotionally exhausting everything had been and Hae-Rin had hugged him.

Chan-Young was naturally a sympathetic and emotionally connected person. He always saw things on a deeper lever, something Hae-Rin was glad to share with her best friend. But she also knew how emotionally tiring everything was, she knew how he felt and what he might have been thinking.

Eun-Yoo knew what happened as well, Hae-Rin had told her. She had watched the way Eun-Yoo's expression had changed, the way worry had painted her face.

Maybe that was why she had been looking around for Chan-Young, too. Maybe she was just worried.

Despite never admiting it, Eun-Yoo sure knew how to care for people.

"Hae-Rin?" Su-Yeong suddenly asked.

"Hm?" Hae-Rin replied.

"Can I borrow your Peter Pan book again?" Su-Yeong asked, voice quiet and shy.

"Of course you can." Hae-Rin nodded, smiling. "After we are done with dinner, we will go together and get it."

Su-Yeong nodded and happily said, "Thank you! Sorry again!"

"Why are you apologising?" Asked Hae-Rin.

"For taking the book?"

"Oh, munchkin, no." Hae-Rin said, shaking her head. "Don't apologise. I'm glad you liked it."

"Oh really?" Sae-Bom chimed in, raising an eyebrow. "I remember a time when you wouldnโ€™t let anyone touch your Peter Pan book."

"I still don't let anyone touch it." Hae-Rin shrugged, taking a bite. "Depends on the day and who's asking."

"Yeah, sounds like the kid I know." Sae-Bom nodded, chuckling.

"Thank you again." Su-Yeong said.

"No need." Hae-Rin insisted.

Su-Yeong nodded and smiled, finally beginning to eat.

Before Hae-Rin went to shower, Su-Yeong had stopped her to thank her for stepping up. She thanked the older girl for defending Yeong-Su and for understanding him, but Hae-Rin refused to accept the gratitude.

Hae-Rin didn't do any of pity or because she had to. She did it because she wanted to. She couldn't watch the siblings suffer, she couldn't watch any child suffer, for that matter, so of course she stepped up. If it was anyone who knew what the two went through, it'd be her, and she couldn't let the bullying continue.

Luckily for her, Hae-Rin didn't have to fight alone. Min-Seok, as a lieutenant, spoke to the parents and Sae-Bom told Hae-Rin that he had been harsh with his words. Her mother told her about how Min-Seok had been furious and about how he felt guilty for not seeing the bullying sooner. Sae-Bom had spoken up as well, defending the siblings and going against bullying which was honestly nice to see, coming from Hae-Rin, whom she had to deal with bullying for years.

There was guilt in Sae-Bom's voice as she had spoken, Min-Seok had told Hae-Rin, catching her before dinner. Hae-Rin knew that it was because of her, because her mother knew about the bullying since Hae-Rin told her after their reunion.

She could see it now, as they ate, that her mother stared at Hae-Rin's scars from time to time.

She could see the guilt, the utter worry and Hae-Rin couldn't do anything about it.

The scars would always stay.

But she promised she'd never harm herself.

Never again.

"I'm glad you like the book." Hae-Rin said again.

"It's a really good book." Su-Yeong smiled.

"I'm glad you think so." Hae-Rin replied happily.

"As soon as I start reading, she falls asleep." Jin-Ok spoke up. "It's really helpful, considering how she couldn't sleep before."

"Reading before bed is stupid." Yeong-Su commented. "That's too childish."

"You fall asleep too, young man!" Jin-Ok declared.

"I do not!" Yeong-Su complained.

The rest of the table just laughed, all of them enjoying the scene.

"Yes, you do." Su-Yeong confirmed.

"No!" Yeong-Su shouted.

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Okay, okay!" Min-Seok interrupted, laughing. "Both of you stop and start eating, your food is getting cold."

Yeong-Su and Su-Yeong poked their tongues out, mocking each other before turning to their food and beginning to eat. The rest of them, though, continued to chuckle at them.

A small silence followed, which was immediately broken as conversations started again. The soft clinking of cutlery against plates and the low hum of conversation created a sense of normalcy, a moment of something so simple yet sweet. Hae-Rin found herself smiling, genuinely smiling, as she watched the siblings bicker and the rest of her group talk among themselves.

Jin-Ok was conversing with Hae-Rin's mother and Min-Seok poked in the conversation from time to time. Eun-Yoo and Chan-Young were having a conversation that looked more like bickering, but it was a conversation nonetheless.

Sae-Bom caught her daughter's eye from next to her and offered a soft, almost apologetic smile. It was as if she was silently conveying her guilt and happiness at the same time.

Hae-Rin smiled back; her smile radiating pure love and acknowledgement because the past was just a past now.

Sae-Bom looked down at her plate then at Min-Seok, continuing her conversation.

Jin-Ok then said something funny, and the two laughed.

Hae-Rin, on the other hand, continued to eat.

The siblings had resumed eating, their playful argument forgotten as Jin-Ok began to help them with the food. Min-Seok and Sae-Bom exchanged quiet words, their heads close together, while Chan-Young and Eun-Yoo continued to steal glances at each other when they thought no one was looking.

Eventually, the conversations slowed, and one by one, they finished their meals. Plates were empty of food, and survivors around them began to rise from their seats, stretching and getting ready to go back to work- the military.

From their table, Eun-Yoo was the first to stand, pushing her chair back with a soft scrape. She glanced at Hae-Rin, a silent communication passing between them.

The whole thing today had taken a huge toll on her and it was very obvious that she needed to rest.

"I'm going to take a walk," Eun-Yoo announced. "You know where to find me."

Hae-Rin nodded, giving her a smile.

"I'll find you." She agreed.

With that, Eun-Yoo nodded and turned to walk down one of the tunnels that branched off from the survivors' main area. A few people gave her a look, but Eun-Yoo simply ignored them and continued to walk.

Hae-Rin was the next to stand, noticing the way Chan-Young looked at the disappearing Eun-Yoo.

"Come on, kiddo," she addressed Su-Yeong, offering her hand. "Let's get the book."

Su-Yeong beamed, quickly hopping up from her seat and taking Hae-Rin's hand.

"I'll join you." Sae-Bom said, standing up.

Hae-Rin nodded.

The three of them began walking towards the tunnel that led to Hae-Rin and Eun-Yoo's small bedroom space.

They reached the tunnel moments later, and Hae-Rin immediately went towards the longboard. Beside it lay her Peter Pan book looking as if was ready to be read.

"Here it is," Hae-Rin said, pointing to the worn copy of Peter Pan. "It's all yours for the night, Su-Yeong."

Su-Yeong's face lit up as she reached for the book, cradling it carefully in her hands.

"Thank you!" The kid beamed.

"No worries." Hae-Rin said.

"I'll make sure not to damage it." Su-Yeong promised.

"You haven't done that so far, so I think you're good." Hae-Rin shrugged. "I wouldn't have given it to you again if you have damaged it."

"I'll bring her back to Jin-Ok, you can rest now." Sae-Bom announced, petting Su-Yeong's head. "You were out a lot today."

"Nah, I'm fine." Hae-Rin said. "I don't really feel tired yet."

"You'll go and find Eun-Yoo then?"

"Yeah, that's the plan." Hae-Rin nodded.

"Be careful." Sae-Bom told her, nodding back.

"The only careful thing me and Eun-Yoo have to be worried about is us falling asleep in a random tunnel." Hae-Rin said, laughing right after.

Sae-Bom shook her head but chuckled alongside her and said, "Try not to fall asleep."

"Will do so, ma'am!" Hae-Rin replied, saluting her.

Sae-Bom shook her head with a smile.

"Jesus, just go."

Hae-Rin laughed and nodded.

She gave Su-Yeong a quick hug and skipped down the tunnels, knowing where to find Eun-Yoo.

"Hey, Rin?" Chan-Young's voice came, echoing around the tunnel.

"Oh, hey." Hae-Rin replied, slowing down.

"Going to find Eun-Yoo?" The soldier asked.

"Not exactly find, I know where she is, I'm not looking for her." Hae-Rin explained. "Isn't your duty over? Shouldn't you go and change your military clothes?"

"Oh, um, right." Chan-Young nodded. "I'll do that later. It's just... well, I was wondering exactly where Eun-Yoo is?"

"It's a secret tunnel, Chan, can't say." Hae-Rin muttered.

"Come on, still keeping it from me?" Chan-Young groaned. "We're best friends."

"If I tell you, it'll defeat the whole purpose of a secret." Hae-Rin reminded him. "It's called a secret passage for a reason."

"Don't give me lessons, Hae-Rin." Chan-Young grumbled. "I just... I wanna-"

"See if your crush's okay?" Hae-Rin smirked.

Chan-Young looked around, eyes wide.

"Don't say it that loud!" He panicked.

"Oh, don't worry." Hae-Rin chuckled. "No one's gonna hear me."

"Still. Jesus." Chan-Young sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Fine, fine." Hae-Rin said, still chuckling. "Anyway, I gotta go check up on my lunatic sister, I'll see you before bed?"

"If I'm not on the upper floor, then yeah." Chan-Young nodded, giving up on his perusuit. "Just- can you tell me if she's okay? Eun-Yoo, I mean."

"She's... well, between the lines." Hae-Rin replied, smile dropping slightly. "There's a lot going on right now, friendship problems, sibling problems, all that. Despite how much she has been trying to be there for me, she's also been doing it just to avoid her own emotions."

"I can see that. She seems gloomy lately and, okay, she's always that way except when she bullies me, but... I dunno." Chan-Young shrugged, worry echoing in his voice. "What do you mean friendship and sibling problems?"

"That's for her to tell, not me." Hae-Rin told him apologetically. "It's her life, I can't reveal anything unless she gives me a green light."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Chan-Young groaned. "Your sister code is strong, I get it."

"Sorry, Chan." Hae-Rin mumbled.

"It's fine." Chan-Young sighed.

"I'll see you later or tomorrow." Hae-Rin promised, already walking away. "Sleep well, see ya!"

"You too." Chan-Young replied, giving her a small wave. "See ya!"

Hae-Rin smiled and walked away.

It felt bad.

It always did.

Keeping secrets from Chan-Young, keeping him in the dark.

Hae-Rin wanted to tell him everything about Hyun-Su, about Eun-Hyuk, but half of it wasn't her place to tell.

Telling Sae-Bom about Hyun-Su seemed natural. She was her mother, after all. Min-Seok knew everything about Hyun-Su because Hae-Rin got close to him faster and because he found out about it himself to a certain degree.

Chan-Young was her best friend, though, and Hae-Rin promised that she'd tell the boy about Hyun-Su to a certain level. Chan-Young knew that she had a lover, he knew that there was someone that made her feel alive, but he didn't know his name or the details. He knew that Hae-Rin met him in Green Home, that she kept asking for him, and that he had saved her many times. Maybe Chan-Young knew his name, too, Hae-Rin wasn't so sure. She had mentioned it a few times and Chan-Young had been near her to hear.

The most he knew was thirty percent of everything, and each time Hae-Rin forgot to tell him more, eatch time she didn't have the time to, she felt guilty. Chan-Young knew Hae-Rin's entire life and she knew his, but with everything happening, Hae-Rin had simply forgotten to tell him more about Hyun-Su.

As Hae-Rin walked deeper into the tunnel, she felt the temperature drop slightly, coolness seeping through the air. The chill pricked at her legs, the thin material of her black cargo pants doing little to shield her from the cool breeze.

She could feel the breeze more on her arms, though, since she was wearing a tank top that was pink - and men's - with a black octopus design as it clung comfortably to her frame.

The night was warm, so the chill didn't bother her much; it was a little refreshing but also understandable since it rained only hours ago.

After a few moments of walking, Hae-Rin reached the end of the tunnel where she spotted Eun-Yoo.

Somewhere behind her, Hae-Rin heard footsteps.

Seconds later, a flicker of flashlight arrived.

Hae-Rin almost smiled.

She could guess who was coming.

That idiot was almost on Eun-Yoo's level of stubbornness, wasn't he?

The shorter girl, on the other hand, was sitting against the wall, her green cargo pants blending into the shadows. The red tank top she wore over a black one fit nice with the darkness as well.

Eun-Yoo was gently petting a black cat, its sleek fur shining under the faint light. There was slight leftover food on its mouth as if the girl had been feeding it.

Hae-Rin watched as the cat purred softly, curling against Eun-Yoo's hand, both oblivious to Hae-Rin's arrival.

"What do you have there?" Hae-Rin spoke up, walking closer.

Eun-Yoo turned to look at her and smiled.

"Oh, hi, Rin." Eun-Yoo greeted. "And I found a small black cat just wandering."

"Oh, really?" Hae-Rin asked.

She walked closer until she was standing over Eun-Yoo.

As soon as she was close, something glimmered under the cat's chin and Hae-Rin froze.

The white collar stood like a burning contrast to the cat's dark fur.

And on it, Midnight stood like a mark.

Midnight.

"Oh my God." Hae-Rin gasped.

"What?" Eun-Yoo asked, worry laced in her tone. "Are you okay? What is it-"

"Midnight!" Hae-Rin exclaimed, kneeling down.

"Oh, um, yeah," Eun-Yoo nodded. "That's the name on the collar-"

"Where have you been, little one?" Hae-Rin asked the cat, ignoring Eun-Yoo's reply. Shr reached down to pet it and the black cat curled against her fingers, purr loud enough to warm Hae-Rin's heart. She then cooed, "Aw! You were just a baby when I first saw you, weren't you? Oh, yes, you were!"

She could feel Eun-Yoo's eyes on her and they were slightly wide. Hae-Rin, though, could also feel another set of eyes, but her focus was on the black cat in front of her.

The last time she'd seen the kitten was when she was checking out her old apartment, weeks before the apocalypse.

Mr. Lee had taken it in immediately and asked Hae-Rin for a name.

It was such a miracle to see Midnight.

To know that it was alive.

"Wait, you know the cat?" Asked Eun-Yoo.

"Yeah," Hae-Rin nodded, turning to look at her sister. "I found her outside my old apartment weeks before the apocalypse."

"Wait, hold on." Eun-Yoo said, shaking her head with a smile. "You're saying you took care of the cat? And named it? And the cat suddenly shows up?"

"I didn't take care of it, not really." Hae-Rin shrugged. "I gave it to Mrs. Lee- remember the veterinarian in my old building?" Eun-Yoo nodded, a smile spreading on her lips. "And Mrs. Lee always asked me what to name the animals I saved, so I named this baby here, too."

Eun-Yoo looked down at the cat and began to pet it as well. There was still a smile on her lips and her eyes sparkled a little. Deep down, Hae-Rin knew that Eun-Yoo loved animals, especially cats.

"So that's why her name is Midnight." Eun-Yoo said, more to herself than Hae-Rin. "It fits, you know? It's a name you'd think of."

"I named a yellow kitten 'Starlight' once." Hae-Rin told her, chuckling.

"Of course you did." Eun-Yoo chuckled.

"Well..." Hae-Rin shrugged.

"You and stars." A voice said. "Always together."

Hae-Rin smiled, knowing that she had been right.

She turned to face the tunnel and saw a smiling Chan-Young standing there, looking at the two.

"You're a stalker now?" Eun-Yoo asked without turning to look at him.

"You get a kick out of it? Going out?" Chan-Young shot back.

Eun-Yoo turned to look at him.

Hae-Rin wondered if she should leave.

Lover's quarrel and all.

"And what about you?" Eun-Yoo asked, voice nonchalant. "Looks like you got your ass kicked. How can you say that with a straight face? Mind your own business."

Despite Eun-Yoo knowing what happened hours ago, she didn't talk to Chan-Young about it. Even at dinner, the two had been simply mocking each other. Well, okay, it was Eun-Yoo mocking Chan-Young and the boy just smiling at her or teasing her.

Chan-Young looked away for a moment and Hae-Rin felt bad, but then he was looking back at Eun-Yoo.

And this time, there was something else in his eyes, something strong.

He wanted to say something.

Instead, Hae-Rin saw him go against it.

"Don't act alone, okay?" Chan-Young said. "You're putting the whole center at risk."

Oh.

Oh, okay.

Yeah, Hae-Rin should definitely go.

Eun-Yoo looked back at the cat that seemed to meow for attention and Hae-Rin got up, ready to leave.

"Did you know that these guys risked their lives to be here?" Eun-Yoo asked Chan-Young. "Even cats know that to get what you want, you bet with your life."

Hae-Rin turned to look towards Chan-Young whose expression had slipped into an understanding one, a soft one.

The boy then walked towards the two and knelt near Eun-Yoo.

"I'll get going now-"

"Stay." Eun-Yoo interrupted.

"Um, it seems like you two have some talking to do." Hae-Rin said. "And I'm sleepy-"

"You're not sleepy, don't lie." Eun-Yoo scoffed. "Come on, if I wanted you gone, I'd have said so. Sit back down and shut up, please."

No matter the harsh tone, it was extremely obvious that Eun-Yoo was nervous to be alone with Chan-Young. It was clear that she didn't want Hae-Rin to go, not just because of Chan-Young, but because she needed Hae-Rin's company, too.

The taller girl sighed and nodded, but she didn't sit down. Instead, she continued to stand, not really feeling like sitting on the dirty ground.

"That ribbon there. I've seen it." Chan-Young spoke up, eyes on Eun-Yoo's hand where the red material stood.

"Yeah, it's quite around the town." Hae-Rin nodded.

"You have it, too." Chan-Young said.

"I do." Hae-Rin nodded.

Chan-Young looked up at her.

"Why?" He asked her. "It's Hyun-Su, isn't it?"

"Enough with your curiosity and stop following us!" Eun-Yoo snapped, turning to look at him. "Cause you'll end up dead."

"Oh, please, he's not Chef Ji's naive follower." Hae-Rin scoffed.

"He should stop following us, anyway."

"He's following you, not me." Hae-Rin shrugged.

"Well, then, he should stop-"

"Do Sang-Jin and Ah Dong-Gi," Chan-Young interrupted. "Is that why they're dead?"

"Wanna know what killed them?" Eun-Yoo challenged.

"It's that person, isn't it?" Chan-Young asked. "The one you're looking for?"

"Well, okay, she's actually looking for her br-"

"Or is it a monster?" Chan-Young continued, suddenly looked like he was done with Hae-Rin and Eun-Yoo keeping secrets. His voice was purposeful and intense. "On that day, even though Chef Ji's husband died, you two were alive. Monsters only kill whoever they want to? There's no way that's possible. And... the red ribbon that you two have..."

Chan-Young knew that there was a person that was there that day, the day Mr. Kim was killed. He knew that there was a monster there and Hae-Rin could still hear the commotion as she watched Hyun-Su leave.

They never talked about that day because Hae-Rin didn't want to. It was a horrible day and quite literally traumatic.

So, she and Eun-Yoo didn't talk about it, didn't want to.

Suddenly, Eun-Yoo stood up.

And she was mad.

Shit.

"What the hell are you talking about?" She snarled.

Chan-Young stood up as well.

"That monster has protected you and Hae-Rin." He replied. "And now you're looking for it, but was it only one monster? Was there someone else there that day?"

Wait, what? Hae-Rin thought, narrowing her eyes. There was no one there that day except Hyun-Su.

Chan-Young knew that there was a monster named Hyun-Su.

A monster who had been there that day.

But Chan-Young must've known that it wasn't the person Eun-Yoo was looking for.

Why would she be looking for Hyun-Su? Even if they were friends?

Ah, Hae-Rin realised. Chan-Young thought that there was more than one person that day, he thought that there was someone else who had protected them, someone else that was close and dear to Eun-Yoo.

It made sense. There was only one person Hae-Rin had desperately looked for, and now she had him.

But Chan-Young knew that there was another person Hae-Rin looked for.

He now knew that Eun-Yoo was looking for him, too.

"It's a little more complicated than that-"

The black cat suddenly meowed.

The three turned to look at it, following the cat with their eyes.

The bars, broken and barely standing, didn't cover much and the three saw the cat wander away, the nametag glistening under the moonlight.

And then, as the cat hopped away, Hae-Rin saw a person standing there, staring at them.

Chan-Young moved his flashlight towards the person and Hae-Rin's eyes went wide.

Ah-Yi stood there, watching them.

What the fuck was Ah-Yi doing there?

The kid walked closer.

"You... you're that kid." Eun-Yoo mumbled, eyes wide.

"Ah-Yi?" Hae-Rin asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Did you find your brother?" Ah-Yi asked Eun-Yoo, voice a little monotone and cold.

Huh? Thought Hae-Rin and then sighed. Right. The kid must've heard Eun-Yoo scream for Eun-Hyuk earlier today.

"Who the hell are you? I know you're friends with Hae-Rin but who are you?" Eun-Yoo shot back. She then stepped over the bars, leaving the tunnel as she asked, "Did he mention me to you? This man... this man, where is he?"

Hae-Rin and Chan-Young stepped over the bars as well, walking a little behind Eun-Yoo. Ah-Yi, on the other hand, just stared at Eun-Yoo for a moment and Hae-Rin wondered if she really did know Eun-Hyuk. Had that been the man? The one Ah-Yi called a brother? Ah-Yi never talked about her brother that much- but wait, did that mean that Eun-Yoo had a sister she never knew of?

Looking at Ah-Yi right now, though, Hae-Rin couldn't see any similarity between the two. They didn't even have the same shape of eyes or nose. Everything was different but maybe they were step-siblings?

The kid didn't even looked like Eun-Hyuk, either. Nor did she look like Eun-Yoo and Eun-Hyuk's parents since Hae-Rin had seen pictures of them.

In fact, now that she was thinking about it, the kid almost looked like someone Hae-Rin knew.

The eyes were familiar as was Ah-Yi's nose and mouth.

The face structure was familiar, too.

But to who, Hae-Rin didn't know.

She couldn't guess who she reminded her of, but how had she never realised it? How had she never realised that the kid was actually familiar in a way?

"Wanna find out?" Ah-Yi asked Eun-Yoo and when the short-haired girl didn't reply, Ah-Yi added, "Then take my hand."

The kid then raised her hand almost as if asking for a handshake.

Hae-Rin looked at Ah-Yi's naked hand.

Then at the mittens.

They were around her neck but not on her hands.

What? Hae-Rin thought, frowning.

Why would she offer hand hand with no mittens?

Eun-Yoo, hesitating for a moment, reached out as well, ready to take Ah-Yi's hand as Hae-Rin's eyes went wide.

As realisation hit her, she opened her mouth to stop Eun-Yoo but Chan-Young beat her to it; he took Eun-Yoo's hand and pulled her back a bit.

"Back up." Chan-Young warned, flashlight pointed somewhere far. "Someone's out there."

Hae-Rin watched him cock his gun, aiming it in the distance.

"Ah-Yi?" Hae-Rin asked instead.

"Yes?" The kid replied.

"Why?" Hae-Rin asked, not elaborating.

She didn't need to, she could see the understanding in Ah-Yi's eyes.

The kid didn't reply, though. Instead, she looked towards the line of the gun, towards where Chan-Young had seen someone coming.

Hae-Rin followed her eyes and at first, she didn't see anything. Then, slowly, Hae-Rin saw a body emerge and a hand pull out a gun while placing a small knife away. The gun was pointed at Chan-Young as a defense and then, slowly, the person emerged from the trees.

It was too dark to see who it was but Hae-Rin saw a short hair and an eye patch on one of the eyes. She also noticed a red ribbon - material - on the woman's wrist.

Something in Hae-Rin moved, crashed. Her heart seemed to drop and her eyes seemed to go wide.

"I'm not going to shoot." The woman announced, stepping closer.

Hae-Rin still couldn't see the woman.

But she knew that voice.

No.

Could it be...

"I just need to take that child and go." The woman continued, still moving slowly towards them, gun raised.

It had to be.

But how was it possible?

Last time Hae-Rin saw her, she was joining the military.

"Yi-Kyung?" Hae-Rin asked, voice trembling.

The woman stopped walking.

Yi-Kyung.

The woman Hae-Rin saw as an older sister, the woman who had trained her for months.

There, standing with a gun raised and a cold yet horrified expression, stood the woman that Hae-Rin shared mochi with. The woman that Hae-Rin worried for, the woman that abandoned her and Hae-Rin never heard from.

There stood the woman whom Hae-Rin had almost forgotten, thinking she was with the military, thinking she had seen what had happened to the bombarding at the stadium. There stood the woman whom, apparently, seemed to know Ah-Yi, the woman that Hae-Rin had helped when she realised she's pregnant.

Hae-Rin's heart raced as she stood frozen, disbelief washing over her. The dim light from Chan-Young's flashlight flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced around.

"Yi-Kyung?" Hae-Rin repeated, her voice barely above a whisper and heavy with emotion.

Yi-Kyung wavered slightly at the sound of her name, the gun still raised.

But her expression changed a bit.

"So, you're alive." Eun-Yoo commented.

"Stay out of this, Hae-Rin." Yi-Kyung said suddenly.

Hae-Rin's heart dropped.

Stay out of it?

Stay out of what? Of the fact that Yi-Kyung had left and never came back? Stay out of the fact that Hae-Rin thought she might be dead?

"Yi-Kyung... I- you're okay- you're alive." Hae-Rin breathed out, tears clogging her throat and eyes. Yi-Kyung opened her mouth, but Hae-Rin didn't let her. "You left! You disappeared without a word! Where have you been?! You left with the military! You- I- I thought you..."

Yi-Kyung flinched at Hae-Rin's words, and for a brief moment, the facade of control slipped. The look in her remaining eye spoke volumes- of regret, pain, and a haunting desperation that Hae-Rin had never seen before.

"Now it's not the time." Yi-Kyung replied, and despite the coldness in her voice, her words cracked. "Step away from the girl."

"Yi-Kyung, it's us," Eun-Yoo began. "It's Hae-Rin, it's me-"

"Step away from the girl!" Yi-Kyung shouted.

Hae-Rin and Eun-Yoo froze.

Hae-Rin's eyes went wide, shocked.

"Yi-Kyung..." she muttered, a tear sliding down her cheek. "I- I missed you. I was so worried-"

"Come over here." Yi-Kyung addressed Ah-Yi. "Now!"

Eun-Yoo turned to look at the kid.

"Next time then." Ah-Yi muttered, sighing.

There was disappointment in her voice, but Hae-Rin could barely register it.

Ah-Yi put on her mittens and walked towards Yi-Kyung, offering her arms to the woman. In that slight moment, Hae-Rin realised that the back of the kid's hair was tied in a small ponytail.

Utterly frozen and trying to process everything, Hae-Rin watched as Yi-Kyung pulled the gun away and took out a makeshift rope and began to tie Ah-Yi's arms. Too shocked, too aghast about the whole situation, about seeing Yi-Kyung after a year to even process that Ah-Yi's wrists were being tied.

How could she pretend as if she didn't know Hae-Rin? As if she had never cared for her? How could she not look her in her eyes?

"Yi-Kyung." Eun-Yoo muttered, shock and hurt evident in her voice and eyes.

"What's going on?" Hae-Rin asked.

But her voice sounded almost distant.

"I'm not going in there." Yi-Kyung spoke up, not looking up from Ah-Yi's arms. "And I don't need your help."

"Wait... what?" Hae-Rin asked and then she shouted, "You don't have to come inside the stadium, Yi-Kyung! What the fuck?! You're not going to explain yourself?!"

Ah-Yi seemed a little shocked as well as if she didn't expect Hae-Rin to know Yi-Kyung. She looked between the two and something crossed in her eyes, something Hae-Rin couldn't read.

Yi-Kyung, though, she kept avoiding Hae-Rin's eyes either from guilt and regret, or because she didn't want to look at her.

And it hurt. It hurt Hae-Rin deep in her bones and heart.

Why was she this way?

Hae-Rin didn't think it'd be like this.

If they ever reunited, Hae-Rin didn't think Yi-Kyung would ignore and avoid her.

"Yi-Kyung, answer me!" Hae-Rin begged, tears falling down her cheeks. "Do you know how worried I was?! Do you-"

"You didn't see anything." Yi-Kyung interrupted her.

Hae-Rin stared at her with sullen eyes.

And then Yi-Kyung began to walk away, pulling Ah-Yi with her.

"Yi-Kyung!" Hae-Rin shouted. "Wait, please!"

No...

Yi-Kyung couldn't walk away again.

"Wait a second!" Eun-Yoo added. "I have to ask you something!"

Hae-Rin stared at Yi-Kyung's back, shocked that the woman was leaving just like that. Eun-Yoo cursed beside her, probably wanting to ask Yi-Kyung about Eun-Hyuk since she thought that Ah-Yi knew her brother.

The shorter of the two girls then suddenly rushed back inside the tunnel and came out with her backpack.

Hae-Rin didn't even realise the bag was in the tunnel.

Then again, Eun-Yoo always carried it.

"Oh, God, wait! No!" Eun-Yoo was shouting. "Come on, Hae-Rin!"

That seemed to pull Hae-Rin out of her shell-shocked and utterly hurt trance because suddenly, despite the tears, Hae-Rin knew that she had to run after Yi-Kyung.

There was no way she would let the woman leave again. Not without an explanation, not without an apology.

For fuck's sake, the two had been close, how could Yi-Kyung just leave?

It was so unfair.

And it almost reminded her of Hyun-Su.

Of the time he ran from her.

Chan-Young suddenly stepped in front of Eun-Yoo, cutting her path as he said, "Don't go. It's dangerous."

"I told you I'd kill you if you get in my way, right?" Eun-Yoo asked and then she kicked Chan-Young and began to run after Yi-Kyung and Ah-Yi. "Hae-Rin! Hurry up!"

Chan-Young groaned on the ground but, not even a second later, he was getting up, eyes wide as shock settled in his body.

Eun-Yoo was right, Hae-Rin needed to hurry up if she wanted to catch up.

"Chan, go after her!" Hae-Rin shouted.

"I was already planning to." Chan-Young replied.

"Okay, good." Hae-Rin nodded.

She began to run back inside the tunnel.

"Wait, where are you going?!" Chan-Young shouted. "Didn't Eun-Yoo tell you to- wait, you plan on chasing this Yi-Kyung, don't you?!"

"I'll find you guys!" Hae-Rin shouted, sprinting away. "I just gotta get my backpack and bat! There's no way I can leave without them, so go and follow Eun-Yoo! Don't let her get in danger and keep her safe!"

"How are you going to find us, for fuck's sake?! Maybe stay and we will-" Chan-Young stopped himself, probably realising how stupid he sounded.

Hae-Rin was never going to just stay under the stadium and wait until they returned. That was not how this worked.

"I'll find you, just go! Don't lose her!" Hae-Rin shouted.

Her voice was already getting far away.

"How?!" Chan-Young shouted.

"Walkie-talkies!" Hae-Rin replied.

And then she rounded the corner and whatever Chan-Young said was swallowed by the silence.

Hae-Rin's heart raced as she sprinted deeper into the tunnels, the chilly air wrapping around her like an unwelcoming embrace. Despite the heat of the night outside, the tunnels held an unsettling chill, almost as if they could sense Hae-Rin's despair, almost as if they could sense how her heart was breaking, how confused she was.

She reached her and Eun-Yoo's tunnel and snatched her backpack, quickly checking if she had everything inside. She then took her bat and almost jammed it on her longboard. Her thoughts raced with the fear of losing Yi-Kyung again. How could she leave without explaining herself? Hae-Rin's hands trembled as she tightened the straps of her bag, feeling the weight of it as she pulled it on her back, making sure it was secure and that it'd stay there despite the running she was planning to go on.

With a look around the tunnel, Hae-Rin began to run again even though she couldn't see Min-Seok or her mother anywhere. They had to be asleep, though, and Hae-Rin had no time to tell them that she and Eun-Yoo would be back later.

Hae-Rin was determined to find Yi-Kyung before she slipped away again, before more questions were left unanswered.

She ran down the tunnels until she found the same exist and sprinted past it.

It made sense.

Fucking shit, everything made sense.

Hae-Rin ran, following the path Yi-Kyung and the rest had taken.

Her brain raced with the realisation as everything fit itself around her soul like a blanket, wrapping her with knowledge.

Everything made sense.

Yi-Kyung, despite running away, made sense.

Ah-Yi was Yi-Kyung's child.

She had to be.

The similarities, the familiarity, everything was there, in front of Hae-Rin.

She didn't know how she hadn't realised it before but Ah-Yi was a splitting image of Yi-Kyung except for her hair.

It was a little confusing, though, because Yi-Kyung wasn't supposed to give birth that soon, was she? When Hae-Rin first met Ah-Yi, the kid was really young, but if Ah-Yi had been born after nine months of pregnancy, then she was supposed to be a baby, not a kid.

But then again, Ah-Yi wasn't a normal kid, she was half monster. Maybe that was how Ah-Yi was born sooner, maybe that was why the age and time didn't fit in Hae-Rin's head. Although it was still confused to know how Ah-Yi became a monster. Had she always been one? Even in Yi-Kyung's belly? Had she been a monster when Hae-Rin had touched Yi-Kyung's stomach back in Green Home? Or had something happened to Ah-Yi? Something after she was born?

Despite all that, there was anger burning in Hae-Rin's stomach. Anger as she realised that the mother Ah-Yi talked about, the mother that had hurt the kid was actually Yi-Kyung. It had been her that didn't give Ah-Yi a name, her that hurt Ah-Yi's feelings.

It felt so wrong, so unnatural. The Yi-Kyung Hae-Rin knew wouldn't treat her daughter that way, would she? Yi-Kyung used to be understanding despite her cold nature.

Was it because Ah-Yi was a monster? Was Yi-Kyung scared of her own child? Why would she be? Ah-Yi was her blood.

But wait, Yi-Kyung didn't have another child, an older one.

So, who was Ah-Yi's brother?

Had Eun-Hyuk taken Ah-Yi in his care?

Did Yi-Kyung and Eun-Hyuk live together? Away from everyone?

Why had none of the two shown up until now? Why had Yi-Kyung been so terrified to have Ah-Yi near humans?

Was she worried that Ah-Yi would turn them into monsters? Did she not know that Ah-Yi and Hae-Rin were friends? Fucking shit, was there anything she didn't or did know?

Running down the street as Hae-Rin's eyes widened wildly around, trying to spot any of the people she was looking for, she could feel her head beginning to hurt from all the questions. There was just so much she wanted to know, so much that confused her.

Hae-Rin stopped running and took off her backpack, reaching inside it and searching for her walkie-talkie.

Once she found it, she pulled the antenna out and pressed a button.

Searching channel eleven, Hae-Rin's heart pounded.

"Eun-Yoo, this is Hae-Rin, where are you? Over." Hae-Rin asked, pulling her walkie-talkie closer to her mouth. "Is Chan with you already? Have you found Yi-Kyung? Over."

For a couple of seconds, there was no reply. Hae-Rin began to worry, her heart beating erratically as she looked around, observing her surroundings. Eun-Yoo knew she had to reply on the walkie-talkie, she knew she couldn't ignore Hae-Rin.

Maybe Hae-Rin should've just ran after them, maybe she shouldn't have gone for her backpack and bat but then again, she needed them.

She needed her bat and there were bandages inside her backpack, her cubed knife and couple of snacks.

"Eun-Yoo? Please answer. Over." Hae-Rin spoke into the walkie-talkie.

Yet again, no reply arrived.

Fuck. She cursed.

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Eun-Yoo thought she was about to die.

Time seemed to slow.

The ground left her feet, and in her urgency, she hadn't seen the gigantic hole on the ground.

Eun-Yoo felt an icy rush of terror grip her heart as she plummeted into the darkness. Panic surged through her veins, her breath catching in her throat as the ground disappeared.

For a millisecond, Eun-Yoo regretted rushing, she regretted walking away blindly from Chan-Young.

Then, in a split second, she felt a hand catch her hand, halting her fall.

Eun-Yoo, eyes wide, looked up.

There, holding her, was Chan-Young.

Eun-Yoo's heart raced.

And not just from the shock of the fall, but from the realization of who was holding her.

Despite slapping him seconds ago because he had followed her, the soldier had jumped to save her. Despite the coldness in Eun-Yoo's actions towards him, despite her harsh words, Chan-Young was there, holding her from the fall, eyes sharp as he grunted, tightening the hold on her hand. Chan-Young's grip was firm and steady, eyes never leaving hers despite how hard it must be to hold her with just one hand, to keep her from falling.

Eun-Yoo could hardly breathe, a mix of relief and something deeper flooding her heart. She felt the warmth of his hand wrapped around hers, and in that brief instant, the world faded away, leaving just the two of them.

A rush of gratitude surged through her, but it was quickly covered by slight guilt at the way she had acted towards him.

All the coldness from her eyes left her as she stared up at him.

The two never stood that close.

There was always space between them.

Space that Eun-Yoo had created and didn't know how to fix.

Gulping down her guilt, Eun-Yoo reached towards a branch, trying to pull herself up while her eyes never left his.

Chan-Young saw what she was doing and began to pull her up, the veins on his arm flexing with the weight. His other hand was on the ground, pulling himself and Eun-Yoo back and trying to balance his body.

Eun-Yoo felt the strain in Chan-Young's muscles as he fought to keep her from falling further, and it struck her just how much strength he possessed- not just physically, but in the way he held her gaze, determined and filled with concern. As she grabbed onto another branch, her fingers trembled from fear.

She pulled harder, drawing on the adrenaline coursing through her veins, and with Chan-Young's assistance, she felt herself inching upward.

Eun-Yoo wasn't scared of heights and falling the way Hae-Rin was, but she was horrified right now.

She was horrified she might fall, horrified Chan-Young's hold would slip.

"I've got you." Chan-Young muttered.

His voice was strained, though.

Eun-Yoo grunted, pulling herself up with the help of the soldier.

She placed a foot on the wall of the hole, using it as a leverage to pull herself up. With her free hand, she pulled at the branch and Chan-Young nodded slightly, telling her to continue with his eyes.

"Eun-Yoo, this is Hae-Rin, where are you? Over." Eun-Yoo suddenly heard Hae-Rin's disoriented voice coming from the walkie-talkie inside her backpack.

Shit, right. Eun-Yoo had been wondering where Hae-Rin was since she hadn't followed her immediately.

She didn't have time to ask Chan-Young, either.

Too busy threatening him and all that.

Fuck, though.

Eun-Yoo couldn't reach the walkie-talkie, it was in her backpack, for fuck's sake.

"Is Chan with you already? Have you found Yi-Kyung? Over." Hae-Rin continued to ask, voice visibly nervous.

"Almost there." Chan-Young reassured Eun-Yoo over the static of the walkie-talkie, pulling her up even though the ground was slippery. "I've got you, you'll be okay, I promise."

Eun-Yoo found herself nodding, the words making her feel fuzzy inside.

"Eun-Yoo? Please answer. Over."

I wish I could, Eun-Yoo thought desperately.

And then her foot slipped.

"Chan-Young!" Eun-Yoo screamed.

In that split second, she felt the world tilt beneath her.

From the sudden slip, she pulled Chan-Young with her just a little, his body jolting as he struggled to maintain his grip on the ground. His eyes were wide and Eun-Yoo wondered if it was because he might fall, too, or because Eun-Yoo almost slipped from his grasp.

The sudden shift when Eun-Yoo had slipped sent a cascade of dirt and mud raining down around Eun-Yoo as she felt herself being dragged further down.

The girl looked up at Chan-Young, noticing the way he seemed to slide towards the hole despite holding onto the ground.

"I have you, it's okay!" Chan-Young shouted, his voice filled with panic.

"Let go." Eun-Yoo told him, trembling.

"No way." Chan-Young rejected.

"Let go or we'll both die!" Eun-Yoo shouted at him.

Despite being horrified to fall, she was even more horrified of the thought of Chan-Young falling and dying.

"Hold on tight." Chan-Young told her instead. "I'll pull you up on three."

Eun-Yoo almost felt relieved.

For a moment, she was scared.

Scared that Chan-Young would actually let go of her.

After all, Eun-Yoo had been a total bitch towards him. She was always rude and cold, she always said things she never meant, things that didn't come from her heart. She had been such an asshole so why would Chan-Young risk his life for her? Why would he fall with her when he didn't deserve it? When he was an angel?

But Chan-Young's hold on Eun-Yoo's hand tightened and something passed in his eyes; like a shadow, a silent promise and it made Eun-Yoo's heart swell.

"Chan-Young, please." Eun-Yoo found herself saying. "I don't- I don't want you to die, let go!"

Chan-Young's eyes widened a little.

Surpised.

Shocked, even.

"I'll push you off the wall. Hold on tight." He said, ignoring her.

"Chan-Young, please!" Eun-Yoo begged.

But she didn't want him to let go.

She didn't want to die.

Chan-Young's eyes were carved with fear and he shook his head, refusing to let go.

"Hold tight, Eun-Yoo, please." Chan-Young said, determined not to let her go. "I'll get you out of here, I promise."

Eun-Yoo slowly began to give up on forcing Chan-Young to let go, knowing that the boy was equally as stubborn as her. Instead, she gripped the same branch as before and wedged her foot onto the wall, letting Chan-Young go along with his plan.

Chan-Young sighed quietly, as if relieved that Eun-Yoo wasn't fighting him anymore and began to pull her up.

In the distance, leaves rustled and a branch snapped, breaking.

The two froze at the same time.

"Hae-Rin?" Eun-Yoo thought out loud.

But no, she had heard the girl over the walkie-talkie.

Who the fuck was it?

Chan-Young slowly began to turn.

Before he could see who it was, something dark fell over Chan-Young and something pushed at the soldier's body, hurling the two down the hole.

Eun-Yoo shrieked, body rigid with horror.

Chan-Young screamed.

Eun-Yoo felt her heart drop as darkness caught them.

"Chan-Young!" Eun-Yoo screamed, the terror in her voice slicing through the air as they tumbled down the hole.

The world around them spun into a chaotic blur, and for a brief moment, Eun-Yoo was lost in a pure storm of fear and adrenaline as they pumped through her veins. Despite the sudden push, Chan-Young's grip remained firm, still holding her hand. Her ears were filled with rushing air, but she heard Chan-Young scream her name.

Eun-Yoo could feel the weight of the fall dragging them down, the ground rushing up to meet them. Not only was Eun-Yoo horrified that she'd die, but she was also horrified that Chan-Young would die, too.

Suddenly, in the midst of their tumble, Chan-Young's free arm shot out, wrapping around a blue rusted pipe jutting out from the tunnel wall.

The movement jolted them to a sudden halt, and they began to swing left and right like ragdolls.

Eun-Yoo looked up at Chan-Young, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear.

"Chan-Young!" She gasped, her voice trembling as she clung to his hand, feeling the cold sweat on her palms.

She watched as he steadied himself, his expression a mix of determination and anxiety. His eyes, filled with way too many emotions, locked onto hers, and Eun-Yoo felt her whole heart burn.

Suddenly Chan-Young's grip slipped and they tumbled down a bit until the soldier caught the pipe with his hand.

Eun-Yoo whimpered, eyes desperate as she looked up at him.

Chan-Young glanced down at her.

"I won't let go of you." He promised softly.

Eun-Yoo nodded.

"Please don't." She begged.

Chan-Young tightened the hold on her hand as if he was sealing a promise.

"There's something at the bottom, be careful." Chan-Young told her, glacing behind her than back at her. "On three, I'll let you go, okay?" Seeing the penic in her eyes, he rushed to add, "Not that so you could fall! I promise. I think that something behind you will give you a soft fall, okay? You'll make it."

Eun-Yoo knew that Chan-Young meant well, that he had a plan, but she couldn't help the feeling of dread. She couldn't help but feel scared to let go, scared to lose Chan-Young out of her sight.

"Eun-Yoo? Are you there? Over." Hae-Rin's voice came through the walkie-talkie talkie again. "You're scaring me."

"Come on," Chan-Young urged. "You need to answer her. You'll be okay."

Eun-Yoo nodded slightly, agreed.

"Okay." She mumbled.

"Stay close to the wall and push." Chan-Young instructed.

Eun-Yoo nodded and wedged her foot onto the muddy wall again, getting ready to push her body towards whatever Chan-Young had seen.

"Okay." She repeated, voice breathless and horrified. "I'm- shit, I'm ready."

"One. Two. Three-"

On three, Chan-Young pushed and let go.

Both of them grunted and Eun-Yoo found herself falling down the hole.

Immediately, the hand that Chan-Young had held felt cold, as if her body couldn't be warm without him, without his hold.

For a moment, Eun-Yoo was free falling and then her body hit the soft muddy wall before she slid down. Not even three seconds later, her feet found the ground, and Eun-Yoo realised that they had been close to the ground all along.

She looked up, eyes wide and worried as she watched Chan-Young prepare to fall as well. She looked up as if to make sure that Chan-Young was still there, that he hadn't abandoned her, that he was okay. Then her eyes caught something, and when she turned to face the rest of the hole, Eun-Yoo's heart dropped to her stomach. Cold dread ran down her back, nibbling at her, taunting her.

Realisation dawned on her like cold, harsh rain as she watched the jagged spike-like wood only four feet away from where she had slid down. They were sharpened wood, wood that was thick enough to impale someone.

Chan-Young had pushed and let go of Eun-Yoo because he knew what was down there, because he knew where he needed to push her.

He had planned to push her as far from the wood as possible because if she slipped from his grasp, she'd be dead.

If Eun-Yoo had fallen, she'd have been impaled instantly.

Chan-Young had saved her.

Eun-Yoo's heart exploded right then and there.

She looked up at him again and saw him getting ready to jump down too, seemingly knowing that there was no way out, no way he could climb up.

Chan-Young pushed himself off of the pipe, and, letting go of it, he began to tumble down the hole.

Seconds later, he landed in front of Eun-Yoo and inches away from the wood.

As he landed, though, he stumbled on the wet ground.

Eun-Yoo's eyes went wide.

Chan-Young, realising, gasped in horror.

Immediately, Eun-Yoo grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him towards her, the soldier narrowly avoiding being impaled by the sharp wood.

Chan-Young's body pressed against hers as she pulled him, his hands landing on either side of her head, bracing himself against the wall of mud. For a moment, both of them stood frozen, their breaths heavy and ragged. Eun-Yoo was still trying to process what had happened and how fast everything had happened. Distantly, she realised that she had lost Yi-Kyung and that kid, Ah-Yi.

But those thoughts quickly went away as she realised that she could feel Chan-Young's chest rise and fall against her own, the warmth of his body seeping through the thin fabric of their clothes.

Eun-Yoo's heart, still pounding from the near-death experience, began to slow, the initial fear shying away only to be replaced by her own shyness.

She could hear Chan-Young's breathing close to her ear, each exhale brushing against her skin.

It sent a shiver down her spine, making her eyes go wide.

Eun-Yoo's mind raced.

She hadn't realised how close they stood.

The proximity of their bodies suddenly made her acutely aware of every little detail.

Eun-Yoo's cheeks flushed, a soft pink spreading across her face.

Chan-Young, too, seemed to notice the closeness, his breathing hitching slightly. His eyes met hers, wide with a mix of lingering fear and something else, something that made her pulse quicken in a way that had nothing to do with the danger they had just escaped.

For a moment, they stared at each other until Eun-Yoo suddenly looked away, feeling the shyness swallow her whole. Chan-Young, on the other hand, pushed himself off of the wall and took a step back.

He began to look around almost as if he was avoiding Eun-Yoo's eyes while the girl looked down at the ground.

Stop it, she told her heart. Stop doing that weird thing.

What? Be in love? Her heart seemed to reply.

Eun-Yoo gritted her teeth.

She didn't think she could afford all this.

She didn't think she had time to fall in love when her brother was somewhere out there, when she needed to find him.

But ever since months ago, her heart had other plans.

It never seemed to listen to her.

It was almost as if it worked against her.

Eun-Yoo never planned to fall in love with Chan-Young, really.

Although it had been impossible not to. How could she not fall in love when Chan-Young was just too nice? Too kind? Eun-Yoo had always been a sucker for kind people, for people who understood her without her needing to say too much. She had always been a sucker for people who could handle her harsh attitude even though, okay, yeah, she really didn't want to be that harsh and rude.

It just came naturally, and Eun-Yoo was bad at breaking habits. It was something she and Hae-Rin seemed to share. She simply thought it was for the better to be mean, to be rude and to keep a distance from everyone except Hae-Rin.

It was easier, too. Easier to pretend that she was annoyed at Chan-Young, easier to pretend that she hated him, that she didn't want him near her.

But, God, it was so nice, too. Nice to know that Chan-Young cared for her despite her shitty attitude.

It was sweet, warm, to know that Chan-Young was kind towards her.

Eun-Yoo glanced at him.

Chan-Young was still looking away.

She wasn't stupid.

Despite Hae-Rin and everyone else thinking that she didn't know, Eun-Yoo knew all along.

She knew that Chan-Young liked her, that he had a crush on her.

As smart as he was, he wasn't good at hiding it.

Eun-Yoo had known for a while now, almost two months. That was why she had been ruder towards him lately, that was why she was more annoyed at him.

Well, she was acting annoyed, not like she could actually ever be annoyed at him, it was Chan-Young she was speaking of.

But she had tried to push him away, to make him stop following her.

Eun-Yoo thought it was for the best.

She thought it was better that way because she wasn't the kindest person, she wasn't someone people fell in love with.

She thought it'd be easier for both her and Chan-Young, easier if they weren't friends, if Eun-Yoo was a bitch towards him. Chan-Young was too nice, too good for her. Eun-Yoo didn't deserve him, she couldn't afford to deserve him.

Chan-Young glanced towards her, and Eun-Yoo caught off guard, looked away, blush deepening.

But she had always been weak for love, always weak for people like Chan-Young.

People who cared, people that loved.

People that understood.

"Are you okay?" Chan-Young asked her.

"Of course I am." Eun-Yoo snapped back and regretted it immediately.

"That's good." Chan-Young said, and Eun-Yoo, from the corner of her eyes, saw him nod. "I'm happy to hear that."

Too good, too kind, Eun-Yoo thought, gritting her teeth tighter.

Too nice for her.

Too good for Eun-Yoo.

She didn't deserve him, and it hurt her.

Eun-Yoo wanted to deserve him, she wanted to be good enough for him.

But she wasn't and she never would be.

"Eun-Yoo, I-"

"Eun-Yoo! Hello?! Over."

Eun-Yoo and Chan-Young jumped at Hae-Rin's voice, both startled.

The short-haired girl immediately pulled her backpack and unzipped it. Grabbing the walkie-talkie, she pulled the antenna out and found channel eleven.

"Hae-Rin? Hello? Can you hear me, Rin?" Eun-Yoo asked through the device. "Hey, Rin? Over."

"Eun-Yoo! Oh my God! Are you okay? Where's Chan? Over." Hae-Rin exclaimed.

"I'm okay, I'm-"

"And I'm here, we are okay." Chan-Young added.

"Shut up." Eun-Yoo said, chuckling at Chan-Young's excited outburst. "Where are you, Hae-Rin? Be careful where you walk! Please! Over!"

"Glad you two are okay," Hae-Rin replied and the static got louder. "I'm- Uh, I think I'm near an old tunnel, I don't know where you guys went. Did you find Yi-Kyung and Ah-Yi? And what do you mean to be careful where I walk? Over."

"No, we didn't find them, we lost them." Eun-Yoo replied, voice disappointed. "And um, be careful because we fell in a hole. Over."

"The fuck you mean you fell?!" Hae-Rin shouted and then added, "Uh, um, over."

Eun-Yoo, despite the situation, chuckled.

Chan-Young smiled.

What Eun-Yoo didn't realise was that he was smiling at her.

"There's a big hole on one of the streets and it's like a trap, so we fell- I mean, I fell and Chan-Young got me and then he fell with me." Eun-Yoo began to explain. "Can you get to us? Because it's kinda hard to get out. Over.

"Oh shit, damn, okay." Hae-Rin replied and Eun-Yoo heard her sigh. "Do you know where you guys are?"

Eun-Yoo thought for a moment, thinking which way she had gone.

"I know where we are." Chan-Young said.

"Really?" Eun-Yoo beamed.

"Mhmm." Chan-Young nodded.

Eun-Yoo gave him the walkie-talkie and said, "Explain the place to her."

"Hey, Hae-Rin, it's Chan-Young." The boy said, pressing the button to talk. "Okay, so, you remember that mall that mall that closed like three months ago due to rumours about illegal drugs? Um... what do I say? Oh, yeah, over."

Eun-Yoo chuckled at him, heart swooning at his cuteness and the way he frowned when he was thinking.

Chan-Young glanced at her, and his cheeks got darker.

He was blushing, Eun-Yoo realised.

"Oh, you mean the mall near the big crossing?" Hae-Rin asked over the walkie-talkie. "Over."

"Yeah! That one." Chan-Young replied, nodding even though Hae-Rin couldn't see it. "We are just slightly on the left, be careful when you arrive. Over."

"Okay, I'll be there in an hour or an hour and a half, I kind of went too far." Hae-Rin explained and Eun-Yoo could hear the awkwardness in her voice and shook her head. "It's around four and thirty a.m. so the sun will be up in less than two hours. Over."

Chan-Young frowned at the last part, probably confused as to why Hae-Rin was mentioning the raising of the sun. Eun-Yoo, on the other hand, was glad for the information.

She had forgotten her wristwatch when she was showering, so she had no idea when the darkness would disappear.

"Okay, we will wait." Eun-Yoo replied, pressing the button. "Thank you. Over."

She didn't need to say why she was thanking her.

Eun-Yoo was sure that Hae-Rin knew.

"Wait, why are you mentioning the sun? I mean, it's not important." Chan-Young asked. "Over."

"Oh, that's because Eun-Yoo is scared of the dark." Hae-Rin explained and Eun-Yoo panicked, wanting to kill her right then and there. "She can't handle the dark, so I'm letting her know that the sun will be up soon and she doesn't have to be scared. Over."

Eun-Yoo snatched the walkie-talkie from Chan-Young and, furious and embarrassed, pressed the talking button, saying, "When I see you, I swear I'll murder you. Over."

"Aw, I love you too, Eun." Hae-Rin replied, chuckling. "See ya soon! Don't die! Over."

"I'll kill you. Over and out." Eun-Yoo wrned, rolling her eyes.

She then pushed the antenna down, grumbling.

Chan-Young chuckled.

"So, scared of the dark, huh?" He asked.

"Shut up." Eun-Yoo warned.

Chan-Young smirked.

Eun-Yoo blushed.

Shit.

She realised that she'd be stuck with him for over one hour.

Eun-Yoo was going to die.



โ ๐™ฟ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šž๐š›๐š›๐šข ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ
๐™ธ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—'๐š ๐š‹๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ
๐™ฟ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š—'๐š ๐šœ๐šŠ๐šข ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ
่ƒธใŒใฏใกๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใใ†ใง. โž
- ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž / ๐‹๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐’๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐Œ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข.

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Do you like Eun-Yoo's pov? I wanted to write about that scene because in my story, I ship Eun-Yoo and Chan-Young. Since yk, Hyun-Su is for Hae-Rin here HAHAHAHAHAHA (I also added some dialogue that wasn't there between Eun-Yoo and Chan-Young hehehehe)

ALSO IMPORTANT QUESTION:
Would you all mind if I were to write a chapter dedicated to Sae-Bom and Min-Seok?

How they come to be, how Sae-Bom learns to trust him after dealing with all those other soldiers, etc.

Also the whole thing about Hae-Rin not telling Chan-Young about Hyun-Su if it doesn't make sense I'm sorry I'm just following the plot of the show because Chan-Young hasn't met Hyun-Su until the last episodes of season 2. I want to follow the conversations and meetings as they're in the show. I hope that's okay!

I'm so sorry if the following chapters (including the last one) are boring, I'm following the show from now on.

I love you guys!! <3

Anyway,
Have a nice day/night <3

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