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Sulli's POV

As the taxi goes away from the villa, I looked at the side mirror only to see Minho kneeling down at the middle of the road. I'm not sure if he's crying but his shoulders are shaking. I wanted to stop the taxi and run to him but the anger that I'm feeling right now took over. I think he deserves this. I wish women will hurt him also. I wish for him to be miserable.
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I'm already here at Incheon Airport. The plane landed a few minutes ago. Our driver is already outside. I really need to get home right now. I feel so exhausted.

We're on our way to our house right now. The driver keeps on looking at me from the mirror and I can't stand it anymore. I feel awkward.

"What is it Uncle? You keep on looking at me from the mirror." I asked him.

"Miss Sulli, why did you come home suddenly? And why aren't you with Minho?" he asked.

"I just wanted come home. I just felt that I need to be away from him."

"Did something happen between you two?"

"Yes Uncle, but I don't want to talk about it. Sorry Uncle. I'm going to sleep. Just wake me up when we get there." I said.

I tried to sleep but I can't. I just kept my eyes close the whole time.

"Miss Sulli, wake up. We're here." He said. I got from the car and wen inside the house.

I was going up the stairs when someone spoke.

"Why did you come home this early? I thought you'll be at Jeju for the whole semestrial break." I stopped walking and turned around to look at him.

"I just wanted to come home dad." I said and then took another step but he said something again.

"Sulli, is there something wrong?" he asked. I suddenly wanted to cry. I just want to release this anger that I'm feeling right now. I looked at him again...

"YES, DAD! THERE IS! ALL OF THESE ARE WRONG! I TOLD YOU...I DON'T WANT HIM TO BE MY TUTOR BUT YOU JUST PUSHED IT! YOU KNOW WHY I DIDN'T WANT HIM TO BE MY TUTOR?!...BECAUSE I'M AFRAID! BECAUSE I KNOW