Old Bloodhounds
The steady beepings of the heart monitor suddenly stuttered, and Woojin's eyes snapped to your lying figure. He didn't know how to describe his emotions as eloquently as he wanted to, so he could accurately convey how he felt during that split second—but he had felt so hopeful all the while so horrified, the horror so overwhelming that he almost drowned under the currents.
Those heart stutters made him think that you were gonna wake up, but at the same time what if your heart was stuttering because it was starting to give up?
You had been sleeping for far too long, and he was starting to get antsy as the time stretched further and further.
He wished Geonwoo could arrive faster, since he decided he was going to pick up your dad from your hometown.
It had been more than a month since you've been in a coma, but it had also been more than a month since they completely abandoned you. The first few days of your comatose state was like a stench that lingered around—literally.
Yuno absolutely refused to leave your side for three days straight, even eating at your bedside so he could monitor you closely. He didn't bathe for three days straight too, until your father had to put his foot down. Yuno was ruining himself, and he was hellbent to sink deeper all because he felt like that was an adequate punishment to impose on himself. Punishment for abandoning you.
Everyone remembered the doctor complaining that his lack of hygiene could put you at risk, and it almost made Woojin let out a humorless huff after hearing it. In truth, everyone was getting sick of the stench. Your dad shoved a duffel bag into your older brother's arms and demanded that he cleaned himself up.
Even then, Yuno had only taken a shower in your private bathroom. He stayed by your side for a week straight until everyone finally managed to persuade him into holding a meeting with his agency to discuss the halt in his official debut, an excuse so he could finally go outside for a change.
However, everyone else was only less obsessive than he was by a slight margin.
Geonwoo, Soyeon, and Woojin visited everyday. They'd arrive during the earliest visiting hours and would leave the last. Your college friends—Aeri, Xiaojun, and Yangyang—visited you everyday too, for the first few weeks at least. Now that their finals was approaching, the visits became sparse, begrudgingly so because their lecturers weren't willing to compromise.
Then Mark—Mark was so ridden with guilt he didn't visit you at all. He even limited his communication too, scarcely responding to their check-up messages.
When his friends came over to visit you four days ago, of course Geonwoo and Woojin asked about him. They said he was dealing with it too badly, it was starting to affect his grades. When the lecturers persuaded him into taking a semester off to properly process the tragedy, he suddenly got all fired up to fix his grades that all he would ever focus on now was his studies. A mere distraction, to ignore his guilt at the moment.
Yuno's heart broke hearing how Mark was faring.
Woojin received a text that Geonwoo was finally heading towards the hospital and sighed in relief—until the beeping stuttered again. And again.
He stood up abruptly, phone dropped to the tiled floor and chair falling back, all because he finally noticed your eyes were actually open and looking directly at him. He pressed on the button above your headboard, sending a signal to call over your doctor.
“Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me? C—Can you see me?” He asked with a choked up voice, tears starting to well up in his eyes at the overwhelming emotions of witnessing you finally waking up after a month of slumber, all the while feeling so worried that your head injury might have really crippled your senses.
Your mouth moved, your voice harsh and gravelly, but it was also muffled, a ghost of a smile playing on your lips. Your hand moved to take off your oxygen mask weakly, and he finally noticed how the skin of your forearms was sticking to your bones. He helped you take off the mask and pushed his face closer to yours, straining his ears to hear what you were trying to say.
“I—held on—I held on good, right?”
Your doctor and her nurses bursted in, pushing Woojin out of the room to tend you.
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Mark was obsessively scribbling notes, noise cancelling headphones plugged in and on high volume as a way to help him focus on his studying session. Focusing on his studies obsessively was numbing the pain, inside his head were all musical theories and music history bouncing off of each other. No headspace left to replay the memory of him calling you a coward disdainfully at the stairwa—
He paused in his writing and went to his phone to pick a more high energy punk rock song that'll tune everything out in his head. His notification bar was barren, since he blocked all of his social media notifications so it wouldn't distract him from studying, especially when it's doing a swell job in distracting him from you and how much he had wronged you—
Actually, he blocked those notifications so he didn't have to read his friends trying to reach out to him. Whether it was Haechan or Jaehyun, he didn't want them to bother him.
A hand ripped away the headphones from his head, startling the poor college student so much he let out a pathetic yelp in his shock and accidentally pushed his coffee off the table. Thank god it didn't end up on his borrowed textbooks, but it could've, and he could imagine the fines he would've had to pay to the university’s library for that. Feeling his hackles rise almost instantly, he stood up to face his attacker but went speechless when the face he was looking at was Yuno’s.
“Did you even turn off your iMessage notifications, Mark? Seriously?” Yuno scoffed, placing the headphones on the café table so he could cross his arms.
Onlookers began to whisper at the scene, barely recognising national darling Jaehyun because of how unkempt he looked. Black roots all overgrown over the bleach blond hair, face gaunt and over pronounced dark circles under his eyes marring his handsome face. His skin was starting to turn sallow too, for how rarely he's been away from the sun, from how rarely he's been outside these days.
Feeling their eyes all on them, especially on Yuno, Mark started to worry over the public's perception on Yuno. He can imagine the online forums talking about this, a new Pannchoa headline already in the making. Mark pulled on Yuno's hand, asking him to sit.
“Dude, there's no need for this. Just sit down and we'll talk—”
“Y/N just woke up. You and I need to go to the hospital right now, Minhyung. I won't let you completely destroy your relationship with her just because of your guilt.”
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Yangyang was in the middle of having a serious talk with Prof. Suh regarding his late submission. The lecturer was exasperated that his two little friends were also inside his office, trying to defend his case. Johnny rubbed on his temples, feeling his frustrations grow bigger by the second until Xiaojun's phone rang.
The professor raised an eyebrow when Xiaojun didn't even bother to step outside his office first to take the call, but as his student's face fell so dramatically, his anger came to a halt out of worry. When the call was finally dropped, Xiaojun turned to look at his friends’ faces, hands dropped to the side and trembling uncontrollably.
“She-She woke up. Y/N finally woke up.”
When Yangyang took off, so did the rest of his two friends. As Johnny broke out of the shock of hearing the news, he quickly exited his office, only to stand right outside his doorway because he realised he couldn't possibly catch up to the younger college students running down the hall at breakneck speed.
He sighed, feeling his chest deflate. He couldn't find it in himself to put it against them at all. They were so close to you, it's not that surprising to see how it rocked their world to find out you had been a victim of a brutal attack, with injuries so severe it had put you into a coma.
Thank god you pulled through.
“I'll forgive the late submission just this time, Liu! Give Y/N my regards!”
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The first to arrive at the hospital while you were still being examined by the doctor was, disappointingly so, the detectives. They were unwelcomed mainly because Geonwoo and Woojin held a grudge against Detective Do and his past partner, believing it was partly their fault you were put into a coma. Because the grudge Yoonsu held against you was the result of him finding out you had worked with the detectives to take him down. Because you had betrayed him to give these detectives a leg up in their investigation.
Woojin's face tightened as got closer, but then realised they brought over another policeman with them. From the looks of the uniform the third policeman was wearing, he was probably a high ranking one. Kim Junmyeon was what was written on his nametag.
“How did you receive the news so quickly? Is it because the doctor is obviously a friend to you?” Woojin scoffed.
“Actually, Dr. Kim is close to me. She's my older sister.” Junmyeon spoke out, giving Woojin an easy smile.
“And who are you? What right do you have to be here even if your sister is treating Y/N?” Woojin asked sharply, but Junmyeon's smile still remained, not at all bothered despite the unfriendly hostile behaviour.
“Watch your tone. He's the current commissioner of Gangnam's Police Force, and he also happens to be my old partner…the same one I worked with during our initial investigation on Cha Yoonsu. Sir, this is one half of Y/N’s foster brothers duo, Hong Woojin.” Detective Do spoke with a rather jaded tone, not even bothering to look at either man.
Junmyeon stretched out his hand, and his intentions came off as too pure and genuine for Woojin to coldly ignore the gesture, so he did the handshake begrudgingly.
“How is she?” Junymeon asked with a softer tone, knowing how important you were to Woojin.
In a split second, Woojin's face fell. After spending some time outside your room, reeling himself in from the shock and relief before notifying other people that you were finally awake—all that guilt came crashing down like a landslide.
He was glad you were finally awake, of course he was, but now he's reminded of how he and the others hadn't been there for you up until the night Yoonsu killed himself. How all of them had failed you by abandoning you.
That guilt was earth shattering—and it always was, from the moment when the detectives explained to them just how much you suffered because of Yoonsu, and how they played into Yoonsu's plan in isolating you from your whole world, playing a part in your psychological torture.
“She woke up pretty…calmly. She smiled at me, you know? And the first thing she said to me was, ‘I held on good, right?’.”
Kyungsoo froze completely, snapping his head to look at Woojin directly before a bitter smile crept its way to his lips, a breathless scoff right after.
“Kyungsoo?” Junmyeon asked, and his subordinate started to rub on his temples.
“...it was the one thing I asked of her while we were trying to figure out how to get rid of the blackmail file. All I asked of her was to hold on, because she begged me if there was anything else she could do for the investigation.”
And suddenly Woojin could finally see that these three policemen were suffering the same kind of guilt too, how it weighed just as heavily on top of their shoulders as it did on his own. The fact that they arrived here first wasn't because they were shameless, but it was because they were putting themselves accountable for how you ended up in this hospital.
Dr. Kim Taeyeon walked out of your room with her usual team, adjusting her ponytail as she smiled at her younger brother.
“She's doing good. Her memories are intact, the head injury didn't cause any damage to any of her senses, the stab wounds are healing well—but I'm sending in a psychologist after this. She obviously needs one after all she's been through.”
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Yuno arrived with his father, Mark, and Geonwoo. They walked into the room to see the detectives sitting by your bedside, with an extra uniformed personnel that they had never met before. Woojin was standing behind them, observing your interactions with the detectives closely.
Junmyeon turned his head to look at the door, standing up to greet the man who was obviously your older brother. Nobody else noticed it before but you and Yuno shared the same pair of eyes that Junmyeon had thought was so obvious to see.
Your father was silent as he walked up to you, standing still when he got to your bedside. He touched the side of your head, hand trembling with tears brimming in his eyes. You looked up at him, a soft smile to reassure him.
“You're awake.” He let out in a whispery voice, his hand moving to hold your face, relieved that most of your bruises were gone by now.
He didn't think anyone could handle seeing you awake and smiling while the bruises still clung to your face like some kind of messed up clown makeup that couldn't be washed off. You moved to hug your father, wrapping your arms around his waist as Yuno broke down at the scene. Mark's eyes were beginning to sting too, but he tried to hold it back as he patted Yuno's shoulder, eyes looking at you.
“It's nice to be with you again. All of you.” You spoke calmly, patting on your father's shoulder as your eyes met Mark.
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“Come on, you guys need to calm down already.” You sighed, handing your father and brother the whole tissue box you got from your bedside table. They were crying non-stop and it was starting to get on your nerves.
Everyone took some for themselves, then Mark took the box from you soundlessly and placed it back on the bedside table, careful not to push Junyoung's name tag off the surface. Commissioner Kim had given you that nametag as a sign of gratitude for retrieving the location of Junyoung's body.
Junyoung was the guy who risked his safety to help you get out of Yoonsu's clutches—he also paid the ultimate price for it. As much as it made Mark furious and bitter that you placed yourself in a dangerous situation with a cornered rabid Yoonsu just to find out where Junyoung was buried, he understood why you were so desperate to know. Mark stared at the nametag for a long time before he noticed everyone else was looking at him.
“What?” He spoke out hesitantly, trying to avoid your gaze the most.
Geonwoo and Woojin stood up, picking up their jackets with them.
“Let's go have lunch, Mark. You're probably starving. The cafeteria serves a mean kimbap.” Geonwoo smiled at the younger man as he wiped away his tears.
“I'm jealous. The doctor told me I can only eat soft food for a few weeks so my stomach can take it easy. Getting stabbed in the stomach sucks.” You pouted, speaking rather offhandedly but quickly regretted your choice of words when everyone else in the room went dead quiet, staring at you with a haunted look behind their eyes.
Forcing you to eat rice porridge for a few weeks was better than mourning over you. You winced and began to rub on your temples at the slip up. Geonwoo and Woojin made their stiff exit out of the room with Mark in tow.
When Woojin closed the door on their way out, it was only you and your blood family left in the room now. You drew mindless circles on your blanket with your fingers, suddenly feeling tense and awkward being left alone with Yuno and your father, and them being so quiet was making you spiral even dee—
“We're sorry.” Your father suddenly said after a moment of silence, placing a hand on yours.
“What?” You spoke out dumbly, finally turning your head in their direction.
“We're sorry for abandoning you, for believing you when you lied to us. We should've known better, sweetie.”
You shook your head, slipping away from your father's hand only so you could hold it more firmly, wrapping your palms around his wrist.
“I'm the one who pushed you away first. There's nothing to apologise for.”
“But we should've been better. We should've—we should've fought harder to keep you with us, rather than push you to him.” Yuno spoke flatly from beside you, and you moved your hand to hold his.
You squeezed on it, making him choke up again. He pressed his eyelids together, another batch of tears leaking out as he felt the guilt and shame flood his senses again, understanding you were trying to soothe them.
“Stop—stop it, Y/N. You're trying to console us, but we abandoned you. We basically pushed you into that asshole’s arms—and I can't stand it. I can't stand the fact that we did nothing to protect you.” Yuno sobbed, his free hand pushing his knuckles into his eye sockets as he cried.
“Your display of guilt doesn't absolve you.” You spoke resolutely, your voice sounding hard as steel.
He dropped his hand from his face and looked at you in shock, your father stunned into silence too. Your words were harsh, and you preferred for this reunion to be softer and warmer, but it couldn't be as nice as you wanted to if everyone around you kept kicking themselves in the face in front of you.
You understood their guilt and shame, but all you wanted now was to move on from the tragedy, even if you were still bedridden from what you went through. You didn't want the people around you to ruin this chance.
“But you can make it up to me now. All I want is to move on from what happened, but I can't unless you move on from it too. Get over yourself and just be here in the moment with me, Yuno. The same thing goes for you too, dad. Please.”
You didn't cry, you didn't shake, because you've cried enough while you lived with Yoonsu. You've cried enough while taking his abuse, and you've had enough. The long nightmare was dissolved the moment Yoonsu killed himself, even as you lay in a pool of your own blood before Taeyong and Kyungsoo. It ended the moment you understood Yoonsu wasn't there to torment you anymore.
You're allowed to live however you wanted to from that point on.
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Mark opted to stay out of the room when Geonwoo’s mom arrived and went inside with her son and Woojin, to let your foster family have their moment with you alongside your blood family. When Yangyang and your other friends arrived at the front door, Mark persuaded them to enter your room a bit later, to let you spend some more time with your family alone. Surprisingly enough, they agreed to it, even Yangyang himself.
Mark decided to guide them to the hospital's cafeteria since Aeri commented she was getting hungry. When they found a table to sit at, Yangyang gave them Xiaojun and Aeri his credit card, choosing to stay at the table with Mark.
“Do you want anything, Mark? My treat.” Yangyang offered, and Xiaojun didn't look opposed to getting the food for him.
Mark flashed a small smile and shook his head.
“I already ate. Thanks, though.”
As Xiaojun and Aeri went off, it was a little awkward between Mark and Yangyang as they sat together. Yangyang and Mark never got along well, and all they had going for both of them was how much they loved you. The way they loved you, though, one was different from the other.
Yangyang simply loved you. It was as easy as breathing to him, and his love was as pure as snow.
Mark was in love with you. It was drowning him, and his love was as intense as the raging sea.
It made his guilt all the more shameful.
“You never visited her once while she was in a coma.” Yangyang spoke suddenly, and it wasn't at all accusing—he was just stating it.
Mark's amiably awkward expression dropped. He nodded shamefully, no words coming out to excuse or defend himself.
It's funny how a one syllable question could break him down so easily. Mark gulped, feeling his mouth go dry, racking his brain to figure out how to word it properly. It was a long one minute before the music major gave Yangyang a proper answer.
“I called her a coward the last time we spoke…and then I found out I was the last person she spoke to before our side completely cut her off.”
“The shame must've eaten you up.”
Mark placed an elbow on the table and messed with his hair before completely leaning his face into his palm.
“...how am I supposed to face her, dude? I can't even stand facing myself every time I walk past a mirror.”
“She already forgave you.” Yangyang answered confidently from knowing you too well.
“She doesn't know I haven't visited her once while she was unconscious.”
“She'll forgive you for that too.”
“I actively avoided everybody because people kept asking me about her her.”
“She won't care and will still forgive you regardless—”
“—then I wish she wouldn't!” Mark raised his voice, slamming an open palm on the table.
Yangyang, not at all surprised by the outburst even as everyone in the cafeteria stared at them, replied to Mark without missing a beat.
“She'll tell you to get over yourself, Mark. Y/N loves you, and she put your name on the list she gave to Detective Lee. If you keep on avoiding her, you'd break her heart—and yours too. So for both of your sakes, just be there for her, dude.”
Mark hated how right he was.
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Yuno brought along your father and Soyeon to get the soup you wanted—which was Soyeon’s homemade seaweed soup. It was kind of a ruse of course, because you actually wanted some time alone with Geonwoo and Woojin. They were sitting on both sides of your bed, Geonwoo on your right and Woojin on your left. They smiled and talked with ease, but the haunted look behind their eyes couldn’t be hidden.
“The doctor said you'd undergo physiotherapy tomorrow, so it's good that you have a good appetite. You need all the energy you can get.” Woojin spoke softly, eyes looking anywhere but at the spot you got stabbed at.
“Are you guys angry at me?”
The smiles didn't even drop, but Geonwoo turned to look at you while Woojin flitted his eyes to the floor.
“...we're more angry at ourselves.” Woojin’s voice nearly sounded like a whisper.
“I just told my dad and brother to get over themselves, so you should do the same too.” You shrugged.
That's when their smiles dropped.
“We know that. This is us getting over ourselves—but,” Geonwoo paused for a second, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear from his side of the bed, “At least let us apologise for how we treated you. Sure, you treated us like dirt first, but you didn't mean the words you said, not like how all the things we said to you did…and it makes me sick in the stomach every time I remember them.” Geonwoo caressed his hand over your forehead to push your hair back, eyes turning red and glossy when he remembered how badly bruised your face was weeks before, how often the doctor had to visit you to check on your stab wounds.
“Just one apology from either of you is enough. I'm serious. I want to move on from this and not wallow in it.” You sighed, but then quickly grimaced when Woojin pulled your head in rather violently to plant a kiss on your temple before nuzzling his head beside yours.
Geonwoo laughed tearfully at the sight and went in to nuzzle your head too from his side of the bed. That was the moment when Woojin got to beat him to it and apologised to you on both of their behalfs.
“We're sorry for how we treated you, kid. You did well, you know that? You did really fucking well for yourself, handling that slimy bastard alone—and we owe you a thanks too. Y/N, thank you so much for being strong enough to stay alive.”
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When your friends walked into the room, you finally got to laugh for the first time in months as Aeri ran up to you, practically jumping on the bed to embrace you. You laughed into her hair as you patted her back.
“Thank God. Thank God.” Aeri whispered hoarsely, threatening to rip the clothes on your back from how tightly she was gripping on it.
“I've missed you, Aeri. All of you.” You spoke softly, pulling away from the hug.
“We brought your favorites—chocolate cosmos.” Xiaojun smiled brightly even as the unshed tears glossed over his eyes, pointing at the bouquet he was holding.
You nodded your head in gratitude and allowed him to place the bouquet on your bedside table. As Aeri got comfortable lying beside you, arms wrapped all around your body mostly to assure herself this wasn't a dream, you beamed a smile at Yangyang who was already walking over to take a seat beside the bed. He stared at you with unreadable eyes before dropping his head, heaving out a deep sigh.
“...I fucking hate you, you know that?” He spoke in an exhausted voice as he raised his head, and you noticed the eyebags marring his face.
You chuckled, reaffirming yourself that it was the wisest decision to let everyone else leave the room for this reunion with your friends. Yuno would've been shocked hearing what Yangyang just said.
“Of course I know that. You ignored me the last time we saw each other, remember?” You quipped out sarcastically.
“Yeah, and I hate myself for it, but glad to see you remembering it so fondly while I was losing sleep over it.”
“Oh, I can tell you were losing sleep, Yangs. It's a good thing those eyebags look chic on you.”
“These eyebags happened because he studied day and night for the finals, Y/N.” Xiaojun piped up, an actual genuine smile on his face.
You gasped, actually and genuinely surprised at the revelation that Yangyang had studied.
“Well, guess the effort's going to waste then because I'm not answering the exams.”
You immediately scrunched your brows and snapped your head to look at him. What did he mean by that? You knew for sure Xiaojun wasn't lying when he said Yangyang was studying—putting actual effort into his grades for the first time—and he was just throwing it all away. You waited for Xiaojun to reprimand him, for Aeri to scoff, but weirdly enough both of them were quiet.
You looked at all three of them and gasped.
“We already decided, okay!” Aeri exclaimed, hugging your waist tight.
“The uni makes you repeat the semester if you get below C—what do you mean you're not answering the finals!” You hissed, pushing her head away from nuzzling your chest.
“Well, obviously so we could repeat the semester with you.” Xiaojun answered like it was the most obvious thing, and you dropped your jaw.
Yeah, you knew you were going to repeat the semester because you understood how ruthless your university can be—but why were these three willingly failing their papers by being absent on examination day?
“Stop arguing about it, dumbass. This is our final decision. Nothing you say will change our minds.” Yangyang sighed again, crossing his arms.
You blinked at him before finally deflating, feeling warm all over your body from the knowledge that your friends were deciding to repeat a semester alongside you, for you, and you couldn't help but tear up a little. Xiaojun grinned and gave you the box of tissue that was on top of your bedside bed, and you took it gladly.
“I hate you guys.” You sniffled.
And for the first time in a month, Yangyang laughed. Obnoxiously loud, flashing all of his pearly whites—for the first time in a month, Yangyang was truly glad and relieved and happy. Aeri rubbed her hand up and down your back, crying also but the smile on her lips matched Yangyang’s and Xiaojun’s. Feeling like this could be a core memory in her life.
Xiaojun took a seat across Yangyang, petting your head, “We never want to leave you alone again.”
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It's been a week since you woke up. Everyone gradually snapped out of their dreamlike states—you were awake, alive and yourself. That was the reality, but they had to make sure to pinch themselves in case this was a dream they were experiencing. Nothing more than a hallucination created by their brains as the sleep.
But no. You were actually awake now. Their Jeong Y/N, the one they always knew—awake and alive and theirs.
However, you have sparsely spoken to Mark. It was bothering you. Sure, he was there on the day you woke up, but after that you didn't really see him around anymore. And even if he was around for a visit, you wouldn't even notice him until much later since he was so...quiet. Shrinking himself into the background, like he wanted you to not notice him.
On the 4th day since you woke up, you finally found out why.
Aeri was wheeling you to your room, and you had only pulled the door apart by only a sliver when you heard the argument, and kept the door that way. Aeri froze in her steps too, hearing Yuno raisinig his voice.
"How long are you going to keep being like this, Mark? Y/N's been asking me about you—she's noticed that you're trying to avoid her."
"What do you mean avoiding her? I'm here, aren't I—"
"Don't play dumb with me! She's already noticed Mark. You're blending yourself into the background, you're quiet around her, and you've never spoken to her directly ever since she woke up. When are you going to realise nobody hates you for what you did—"
Aeri sucked in a breath while you felt your eyes stinging.
"I fucking hate myself for it, okay! The last time I spoke to her, I called her a coward. I haven't visited her once while she was unconscious. You had to track me down because I was avoiding everybody just to stop thinking about her—I fucked up big, Jae, and I can't forgive myself for it, even if Y/N already did. Every time I visit and see her, I just—I see a girl who's way too gracious with somebody like me. She's just so selfless, I finally understood just how fucking selfish I am compared to her. I love her too much to let myself off...I can't, Jae..."
Aeri quickly pulled you back for at least 15 feet away from the door, surprising you because she had been so fast with it too, but you understood why she did it. When Mark exited your room and slammed the door close, he didn't even notice you. You watched as he walked down the hallway, feeling your heart break for him.
a/n : LMAOOOO so there's another chapter incoming for tomorrow. also, i just wanna say thank you guys so much for being patient with me for this story. i actually lost count on how many times i went on hiatuses without informing you guys first and im actually rlly ashamed of it...but the way you guys always tried to reach out to me kept me going <3 thank you so much, i apologise, and again, just thank you.
