Ah Young's POV

Finally, going to leave.

I can't help but feel proud of myself.

Sure, there is this part of me feeling guilty but I finally did it.. Finally succeeding.. 

I pulled my luggage out of my apartment.

My phone vibrated.

From: Hoya

' Ah Young, let's meet at the airport '

Expressionless. No 'I love you's , heart shapes or emoticons- as usual.

'Fine Hoya, I believe love can be nurtured' I muttered to myself.

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A taxi!

I flagged it down.

The taxi driver did not even bother to help me with my luggage.

'To the airport' I ordered before slamming the door.

There is something peculiar about the driver.

He did not talk or nod. I can't even see his face!

And he's wearing a cap and sunglasses.

I looked at the surroundings.

'Mister, this isn't the way to the airport' I protested.

He responded by putting his a finger on his lips, asking me to keep quiet.

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40 minutes.

And we are still not in the airport.

'Mister, hurry! I'm gonna miss my flight!' I said.

He even lowered his speed!

'Mister stop the car. I want to get off' I demanded.

I was ignored.

We entered a big warehouse.

I'm not feeling good about this.....