* won seungjae - Battle *

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"Look at you and your action
Of hitting on my man
I can’t believe you,
Your tension is not even funny
You are so disgraceful, do you want to be that way
To a person who is taken?
Please snap out of it,
Your action will just end miserably
Because his heart toward me
Is perfection
Act like that after you assess the person and scene
You live that way because you only use your heart in that bad way

Reflect on yourself for once,
Reflect on yourself for once."

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"Yah, wake up! Are you inside there? Yah, how could you let Hyesung hyung sleep on the couch downstairs?"

"Hyeonrin-ah, are you alright? Open the door, please. We're worried."

The voices, faintly registered in my ears. I thought I was dreaming, until I realized those voices belonged to Kihyun oppa and Seungah unnie. Were they calling for me? I squinted as my eyes fluttered open with difficulty, being faced with bright light from the opened window, with the ivory curtains swept to one side. And I saw a bed - Hyesung oppa's, I recognized that lavender bedsheet, I was the one who fix it on the mattress. I'm not in my own room, but Hyesung oppa's. And I was still in seating position, with both my legs straightened out. I was still leaning against the door, on the floor. What happened? Why was I in Hyesung oppa's room? Did I fell asleep here?

It hurts.

I stared down to my palm, rested limp on my side. Coated in blood. The sight made me gasp and my heart began to throb so hard at the shock and pain.

"Hyeonrin-ah, are you awake? Are you alright inside there?"

"Y...Yes, unnie, I...I'll be out soon."

"Hurry up okay, Kihyun oppa came with his friend, they brought breakfast, don't wait until it's cold okay."

"Y...yes, unnie." I prayed hard that Seungah unnie would not catch the panic in my answer. 

Why is my hand all bloody? Did I killed somebody? No...did I injured myself? Is that why my hand hurts? What...what happened?

Then I remembered faintly. That guy came. Was he the one who did this? But...he didn't seem like a bad person even if a little weird and narcissistic.

"Did I injured myself? Most probably. Ommo, I need to clean it up quickly. I might dirty Hyesung oppa's room."

But I couldn't let them see any bandage or they'd get suspicious or scold me, Seungah unnie might freak out because I injured myself twice in the same week. That's it, I'll just wash my hands and nobody would notice it.

"They weren't exaggerating when they call you stupid all the time, were they?" The mocking voice appeared before forming the figure. He looked a little different today. The colour of his hair had grown a little darker than the usual lighter gray. Even his eyes and lips had stronger colour than before. But I was still so shocked by his sudden appearance added with the slight changes in his... makeups I suppose, I ended up knocking my head hard on the door.

"Ouch! My head..."

"Why did I even bother ask?" He rolled his eyes and scoffed. And before I could retort, he had placed a hand to my head, where I hit the brick wall just now.

Something felt strange.

"Uhm, Romeo ssi, is there something wrong with you or are you uhh, sick?"

"And where did you get that assumption from?"

"Your hand...it wasn't cold as usual."

"Oh, so someone is my hand's expert now." He scoffed again before pulling away the strangely mild, warm palm. "Your head has been healed now...though I'm not sure if your dumbness can be helped. Now give me that hand."

"What?...why...? No. Oh, wait...do you have any idea what happened last night and what caused my hand to become like this?"

Suddenly he started cackling after letting a second or two passed by, and soon he was hitting the floor while leaning to it with another hand for support while laughing. I didn't even know what was so funny about getting my hand to bleed all over.

"You might have forgotten. But that would not change a thing about it."

"About what?" It scared me though, how his unstopabble laughter could turn instantly into a stern command before I could even blink an eye.

"Our agreement, of course."

What agreement? I tried to force my mind to remember last night, but I just couldn't. The harder I dig, only memories I rather not recall came flashing.

"We have agreed that anything your heart wishes for will be granted." 

"Oh really, how are they going to happen? Are you going to wave a magic wand or snap a finger and they just happen?"

"Is that sarcasm I hear, Hyunrin?"

"No. Well, maybe. I don't know. I'm just curious. Everything is not making any sense. Even you, being here. I think I'm going crazy. Maybe you don't even exist and I'm just seeing things and...and...started to talk to myself because I've gone mad. Uhm, and my name is not Hyunrin by the way."

I used the other clean hand to support myself up. I think, I need to find a psychiatrist. Maybe I should ask for Hyuna unnie's help. She should have some contacts. But again, I was pulled down and I fell back onto the floor. Okay, I really, don't know anymore. Did I pull myself down? Was he even real? Why do I kept forgetting what happened everytime I met him at night? Why am I the only one seeing him? Really, things are getting out of my mental control, and now...I couldn't even ask for Siwan's advice. I don't think I want to see him for awhile. How could he do this to a friend? I got to teach him a lesson.

"I said, give me that hand."

"I don't hear anything. There's nobody here but me."

"That's kind of funny. Human who believe they're alone would not