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"I just don't get it, Dajung," Hayoon sighed angrily and crossed his arms, staring down at the girl. "All you've done is make a mess of things."

Dajung looked offended as she looked at her boyfriend. "She hurt you, Hayoon-"

"No. I hurt her," he cut her off with a point of his finger, his voice raising. "I told you what happened between me and Chisoo, and you took it the way you wanted to."

"You shouldn't have told me she was driving. Obviously it would make me assume that she killed them."

Hayoon furrowed his eyebrows in shock. "So every person driving during a fatal car accident is a murder suspect? In what world are you living, Dajung?"

The girl stood up and got in front of Hayoon. "Why are you so angry with me? What happens to her doesn't concern you anymore."

Hayoon's tense muscles relaxed as he let his head drop. He couldn't look his girlfriend in the face and tell her he still loved another woman, but he wanted to - needed to.

"Right, Hayoon?" Dajung threatened.

"I still love her," he admitted in one swift breath. "And seeing her getting hurt by something she's already been hurt by enough, pains me. Especially at the hands of someone I thought was a good person. I thought you could respect her situation a little better, but I guess that's my fault for trusting you with such a heavy burden."

"Why would you get with me if you still loved her?" She questioned.

Hayoon shrugged defeatedly. "Because I'm a bad person. I'm bad at handling my emotions and I shouldn't have taken that out on you or Chisoo."

"So we're breaking up?"

"Yes, Dajung," Hayoon shook his head and shifted his weight as he turned to walk down the path of the school garden. "And don't let your jealousy get the best of you. I've already seen what you like to do, so don't bother Chisoo anymore, yeah?"

Dajung rolled her eyes and watched his back as he walked away. "Why don't you just go make out with her and be her boyfriend again?"

"Because I respect the fact that she'll never take me back," he said, without looking at the frustrated girl behind him. "I'm capable of that, at least."

Sangyeon and Haknyeon continued hiding as the two walked away from each other. They weren't trying to eavesdrop on the conversation, but they also didn't want Hayoon or Dajung to see them in the garden and stop talking.

"You still don't know what happened?" Sangyeon whispered.

Haknyeon held his hands up. "I have no clue. She's never brought it up."

Sangyeon furrowed his eyebrows in thought. It wasn't good for her to internalize stuff that hurt her, but he had no right to ask her about what happened, because truthfully, it was none of his business.

Haknyeon stuck his hands in his hoodie pocket and pursed his lips. "Maybe she'll tell us one day."

The rain that day fell hard, as if the sky opened up and cried, the same way Chisoo wanted to cry. She had an extremely rough day, and she just wanted to sit in her bedroom and cry it out. Sometimes, she just got overwhelmed at nothing in particular - there were just moments that felt like a sensory overload.

She was tired of this constant sadness, but nothing she did could make it subside. Time spent with her new brother and Younghoon was good while it lasted, but as soon as she was alone, she fell back into that same slump she was always in.

Part of her wondered if she was being too much. She wondered if she should have been okay by now and if she needed to suck it up. Yet she knew that she needed time to process and live with her trauma, and that would take a very long time.

Thunder made her jump, and her focus was back on the sidewalk in front of her. She was leaning against the fence of the school, watching the rain fall onto the road. It was like a loop she was stuck watching. It reminded her of the night her family died.

She saw someone walk next to her and looked over, finding Sangyeon, who had joined Hayoon several feet away from her. She shook her head, wondering when the older boy was going to realize the type of person Hayoon was.

She pushed off the fence and decided she would head home. She put the hood of her hoodie up as she stepped out from underneath the awning and headed home.

Yet she had this horrible pit in her stomach, like something bad was going to happen. It was the same feeling that coursed through her entire body milliseconds before tragedy happened.

She barely even had time to look over her shoulder before she was being pushed off of the sidewalk and into the road.

Chisoo was frantic.

She tried to get out of the road, but the traumatizing sound of a car horn made her freeze. She couldn't move. All she could think about was the impact that was about to be made, and whether or not it would kill her.

Yet, nothing happened.

All she felt was a tug on her arm as someone dragged her out of the street, and she knew it was Haknyeon just by the way he was breathing. It's not like she could hear anything anyways, her ears were ringing too loudly.

Chisoo couldn't catch her breath. She was petrified, and that was an understatement. She looked up and made eye contact with Sangyeon and Hayoon, then her eyes shifted to Dajung, who looked just as shocked as Chisoo.

"Did you just push me?" Chisoo stuttered.

"I," the girl paused. "I did."

The look on Chisoo's face had Dajung walking away. Dajung didn't even realize what she was doing until Chisoo was already in the road, and saying it was a reflex to push her was not an excuse. Even Dajung knew that.

Chisoo finally looked at Haknyeon, who was staring right at Sangyeon. "You didn't even try to help her, Sangyeon!"

"I didn't know what to do!" The elder yelled back. "It shocked me, too."

"Would you have at least helped her out of the road if I wasn't here?" Haknyeon questioned.

There was a brotherly tone that reminded Chisoo of Chiwon, and she couldn't tell if that made the situation better or worse.

"I think so," Sangyeon nodded. "I would like to think so."

Haknyeon scoffed, clearly shocked at his friends response. Haknyeon was just being protective, and Sangyeon knew that, but it made him feel extra guilty nonetheless.

And that was strike two.

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