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[Still monster] - [Enhypen]

For the first time in sora's life the alarm clock wasn't able to wake her up. Even before, when she barely had a few hours of sleep because of reviewing for a final exam, she still managed to wake up on time. But now, even after your alarm went off for the fourth time, she barely managed to wake up.

Realizing she was running late for her 8 AM appointment, Sora opted to forgo breakfast and hailed a taxi. To compound matters, the traffic on her route was dense.

In such a predicament, she found herself unable to take any action; stepping out and attempting to run to her clinic seemed riskier than patiently waiting for the traffic to subside. Sora often mused that in certain situations, inaction is preferable to impulsive decisions.

Due to this, Sora accepted the reality that she would be running thirty minutes behind schedule for her client appointment. Consequently, she chose to stay in the car, passing the time by looking out of the window.

Moreover, she reasoned that the client, too, might be facing delays, making the situation more forgiving.

Upon her arrival at the clinic, Sora glanced briefly at her wristwatch, realizing it was already half past eight. Just as she was about to open the door, she sensed someone behind her.

"I guess we're both late, Mr. Park," she said, turning around to face Jay.

He observed Sora, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, while she responded with a smile before opening the door and walking in.

"I've been here fifteen minutes ago," he claimed.

"Nevertheless, we're both late since our agreed time is at eight in the morning."

Sora went over to her desk, arranging a few items before taking a seat. However, as she did, she noticed Jay placing a cup of coffee in front of her. She stared at it for a moment before shifting her gaze from the beverage to Jay.

"I try not to make assumptions, but is this cup meant for me?" she inquired.

As Jay settled into a seat, he responded while glancing elsewhere, "There's a buy 1 get 1 promo at the nearby café."

"Oh, really?" she responded, almost feeling a twinge of gratitude that he would consider buying her one.

"What? Do you think we're on familiar terms for me to grab you a coffee, Doc—Sora?"

"But we aren't close enough for you to address me by my name, Mr. Park."

Jay displayed a slight hint of annoyance as he turned to face her, his eyebrows, previously creased, now furrowing even more.

"Why don't you call me by my name too?" he asked, leaning forward. Elbows propped on his knees, his eyes held a dangerous glint.

"Come on, say it," he pressed. "Say my name, Sora."

For some reason, the way he phrased it sounded more like a threat than anything else. It was as if he dared her to utter it – a challenge in his tone.

Not to mention the way he gave her that look, his eyes so intimidatingly spellbinding. It was a gaze you wanted to avoid, yet you couldn't tear yourself away, if that even makes any sense.

The silence that enveloped them both became weighty, the atmosphere denser by the moment.

Before she could be tempted to play along and say his name out loud, she decided to cut the little game short as she took the cup of coffee.

"Thank you for this, Mr. Park."

She lifted the cup and took a sip, but a second later, she almost coughed. The coffee had gone cold as the liquid glided down her throat.

"What? Expecting it to be warm? I've been waiting for fifteen minutes," Jay remarked, leaning back in his seat.

Sora offered a tight-lipped smile without uttering a word, proceeding to take another sip of the now cold coffee. It served as a makeshift remedy, considering she had rushed earlier, neglecting both food and drink.

Yet, perhaps it was for the best not to finish the entire cup.

A few hours later, she came to the realization that she must have made another foolish mistake.

Despite grappling with a stomach ache, she persists with their session.

"So, Mr. Park, yesterday you excelled in your job, but something triggered you during the interview, right?"

He gazes, seemingly unperturbed.

"Why does the mention of the accident provoke such anger in you? What is it that causes you to lose control?"

His entire body language shifts, revealing that he's concealing something. However, he remains silent, unwilling to share with her. Undeterred, Sora persists because she knows that unveiling this secret could help him.

"Why don't we revisit the day of the airport accident? Tell me about what happened step by step, down to the smallest details."

He begins recounting everything, leaving no detail unspoken. However, as he reaches the part about the reporter's question, his face reflects his inner turmoil.

"Then the reporter accused me of drug abuse, so I wanted to give him something else to talk about."

"Was it the attempt to spread a rumor about you that angered you, or is it because it's related to drugs?" You could tell it was the latter from the flicker in his eyes at the mention of it.

"That's a topic for another day," he said, reaching for the Russian doll. However, Sora halted him, stating, "I didn't get what I want. It's harder to crack your core, so I'd appreciate it if you cooperated more."

A few hours after her session with Jay, just as the sun was bidding farewell to this side of the world and she was preparing to leave, she felt the effects of drinking cold coffee on an empty stomach earlier in the morning.

She reclined in her chair, clutching her stomach. "Great, just great," she muttered.

Not only had she consumed that cup of cold coffee on an empty stomach, but she also indulged in another cup in the afternoon to stave off drowsiness. Now, her stomach felt like it was twisting and turning.

After a few moments of attempting to alleviate the pain and weighing whether she could safely return home, she stood up, grabbed her bag, and considered, "The pain is still tolerable," as she walked outside the clinic.

Opting for a taxi instead of a bus, she headed back to her place, requesting the driver to stop just a few blocks from her apartment building.

While there were several routes the taxi could have taken, the driver chose one that was close to the apartment building. However, the street she had to walk down was notably dark, devoid of any people.

"In movies, what usually happens to a woman walking in a dark alley at night, Sora?" she asked herself while traversing the street. "They die. But this stomach ache is killing me first."

Whether it was the pain in her stomach or the caffeine in her system, she couldn't sense someone following her.

She continued the arduous journey down the dark alley, clutching her stomach as cold sweat dripped down her forehead. She halted for a moment, feeling a bit out of breath when she shouldn't feel that way. Moreover, she started to sense weakness and a lack of focus creeping in.

Persisting in her laborious journey down the dark alley, she clutched her stomach, cold sweat dripping down her forehead.

She paused for a moment, feeling strangely out of breath and experiencing an unwarranted weakness and lack of focus.

Shaking her head, she straightened up, attempting to divert her thoughts from the physical pain. After all, dwelling on it only seemed to connect to more impending physical distress.

She had barely taken a few steps when an onslaught of dizziness hit, and she suddenly fainted. Her body lost its strength, and her mind blocked out.

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sora is weak af i always drink cold black coffee and im still alive