Thriller
Can I call you, Yeobo?Mimi stared blankly, and her legs started to go weak.
"STUPID! STUPID YANG SEUNGHO!"
Before allowing herself to collapse, she ran.
Running as fast and as far as she could, she blinked back large, threatening tears.
"What the heck... What the heck..?" Mimi muttered, gulping air. She pushed past people, gaining mutters of unintelligent whispers, only being droned out of Mimi's ears.
Finally collapsing out of the building's back door, she fell to the concrete, tripping. Her hands smashed against the hard surface, scraping her skin painfully.
But without even stopping to look at it, Mimi got back up and ran with all her might towards the car.
Bi Rai looked up from her nails, her eyes widening noticeably. "What the-? Are you okay Mimi? What happened?" Bi Rai rushed over, her voice gushing with soothing care.
Mimi shook her head rapidly, refusing to open .
Bi Rai paused. "You can tell me when you're ready okay?" Bi Rai backed away, not wanting to be pushy, her brows raised with concern.
"Home."
"What?" Bi Rai leaned in.
"I want to go home." Mimi whispered.
Seungho stood frozen, his arms and legs both stiff.
His mind was buzzing with static, like a broken TV. He stared at the spot where Mimi last was, when all of a sudden a panic rushed to him.
"CRAP!" he snapped, his eyes only wandering for Mimi too late.
Young Gi jumped out of her triumphant stance, blinking with shock.
Seungho cursed to himself over and over again.
Goddamnit! After I heard that Mimi liked Joon from Young Gi...
Seungho blinked and his foot stomped forward.
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