Junpyo's eyes scanned Minho's face, the words sinking in like rain into parched earth. He felt a spark of something, a flicker of resolve.
"You're right," he said, voice low. "I've been running on panic."
Minho nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Time to run on something else, then."
Junpyo stood up, his movements deliberate. He walked to the window, the city lights blurring together like a painting.
Then asked Minho what's the time? It's 11 o'clock. Minho answered.
"I'll do it," he said, his voice firm. I'll find Bobae." Since the day she left my room I haven't set my eyes on her.
Minho clapped him on the back. "That's the Junpyo I know."
The silence between them was comfortable, like an old pair of shoes. Junpyo turned to Minho, a question in his eyes.
"Do you think...she'll come back?"
Minho's expression was neutral. "Doesn't matter, bro. What matters is what _you_ do next."
Junpyo nodded, a weight lifting off his shoulders. He knew what he had to do.
As he turned to leave, Minho called out, "Hey, Junpyo?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't mess this up."
Junpyo grinned, a glow in his eyes. "I won't."
The door closed behind him, and Minho leaned back in his chair, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Time to see if he's really got it," he murmured to him self
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😊 Junpyo walked out of Minho's apartment, the cool night air hitting him like a slap. He felt...clear. Like he'd been sleepwalking and was finally awake.
He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. His mother's voice answered, smooth as silk.
"Junpyo, darling. What's wrong?"
"Mother, I need to talk to you. About the marriage."
A pause. "Ah. You've come to your senses, then."
Junpyo's jaw clenched. "No, Mother. I've called to tell you I'm not going through with it. Not like this."
His mother's voice turned icy. "What do you mean? The arrangements are made, Junpyo. The Davids are expecting-" your wedding is next month.
"I don't care what they're expecting," Junpyo said, his voice firm. "I'm not marrying Vivian just because of wealth.
The line went silent. Junpyo could almost hear his mother's thoughts racing.
"Junpyo, this is not a joke. You're making a huge mistake." Your father must hear this.
"I know what I'm doing, Mother. I'll talk to you soon."
He hung up, doubting maybe he should call bobae or not. It's late and she might have gone to bed.
Bobae where are you? He mumbled.
He decided to call Mrs Lee, he dialed her number, it ringed but she didn't pick up. He tried it again three times but no one picked up. What's happening? He said. pacing up and down on the street.
The clock struck midnight. The air was heavy with an eerie silence, only broken by the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards. Clara slipped out of the guest room, she didn't go home after her conversation with jinho. her eyes fixed intently on Bobae's door, a determined glance on her face. She wore a mask of calmness, but beneath it, a storm was brewing.
She knocked softly on Bobae's door, the sound barely audible. The door creaked open, and Bobae stood there, her eyes sleepy, a hint of confusion etched on her face.
"Clara? What's wrong?" How come you are here? Bobae asked, her voice hushed, as she tightened the belt of her robe.
Clara's smile was cold, calculated, and it sent a shiver down Bobae's spine. She stepped into the room, her eyes scanning the space as if ensuring they were alone. The dim light of the hallway cast a faint glow on her face, accentuating her sharp features.
"Nothing's wrong, Bobae, I know you're surprised to see me in your masters mansion, never panic dear, she cupped bobae's face, I slept in the guest room. I'm not a witch like someone who would just barged in to snatch what's not theirs" Clara said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I just wanted to tell you...stay away from jinho."
Bobae's eyes widened, a hint of surprise and unease creeping in. "Clara, I...I don't know what you're talking about."
Clara laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent chills down Bobae's spine. "Don't play dumb, Bobae. I see the way he looks at you. But let me make one thing clear: Jinho is mine."
Bobae took a step back, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. Clara advanced, her eyes flashing with a possessive glare.
"You think you're so special, don't you?" Clara's voice was a low snarl, her breath hot on Bobae's face. "Think you can just Wiiin him over with your pretty face and your innocent act? Newsflash, Bobae...you're not that special."
Bobae's back hit the wall, and Clara's hand slammed against the wall beside her head, caging her in. Bobae felt trapped, suffocated by Clara's intensity.
"Listen carefully, Bobae," Clara's voice was a cold, hard whisper. "Stay... Away... From... Jinho... Or else I'll make sure you leave this world."
The air was thick with tension, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two girls. Bobae's eyes dropped, a shiver running down her spine. She knew she was no match for Clara's obsession.
Clara's smile returned, cold and mirthless. "Good girl," she whispered, before turning and slipping out of the room, leaving Bobae to process the threat.
The door closed, and Bobae slid down the wall, her eyes fixed on the spot where Clara had stood. She felt a chill run down her spine, a sense of foreboding settling in. She knew she had to be careful, to protect herself and pay up her father's debt or else she won't even live to pay off the debt.