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! chapter sixty ─── ʚĭɞ

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Miyeon was being dragged down the stairs by her hair, the girl trying so hard not to cry out in pain. Yujin was seemingly beyond furious at her daughter, and as she pulled her down to the living room, the Hwang girl could see Eunjoo peak around the corner from the kitchen, mouthing profuse apologies.

Unable to do anything else, Miyeon's eyes widened, looking between Eunjoo and the stares, before mouthing the name of the boy who was sat outside on his bike. She held up her hand just slightly from her side, pinkie and thumb raised, the other three down.

Eunjoo seemed to get the message, but didn't dare hurry off when Yujin pulled Miyeon to her feet, back facing Eunjoo and giving the Kwon woman direct eyeline to the housekeeper.

The song book had been abandoned on the floor above, Yujin far too focused on punishing her daughter than a stupid book that she had found Eunjoo reading as she packed the bag, the woman marvelling over the lyrics that trainee Miyeon had written a year before.

"Who do you think you are?" Yujin gritted her teeth, fingers curled up in the back of Miyeon's hair, jerking the girl's head back when she didn't get an answer. "First you embarass me by being friends with those people, then you run off to New York, and now you come back and do this."

"Mother, you shouldn't have made it so obvious. First the button undone, and then you reacted-" Miyeon cut herself off as she winced, the hand in her hair tightening. She took a deep breath. "Then you reacted the way you did when you saw Dad's investor."

"I did no such thing." Yujin replied, expression blank, but eyebrows furrowing as she stared down at Miyeon. "I don't even know who you are. You are not the daughter I raised."

Behind Miyeon, Eunjoo tried to back away into the kitchen, but Yujin's eyes flickered over to her, and Eunoo froze, unable to move another step. She couldn't follow Miyeon's wishes to get Seojun, and instead, she could only watch.

"And your not my mom. You're not the woman I grew up with." Miyeon replied, the hand slipping in her hair like it had when she mentioned the button. It didn't return there, and instead the hand fell to Yujin's side.

Neither party spoke, just staring at each other. "It does not matter who I have become. But you - you've become an ungrateful little brat who has had so many opportunities and taken them for granted." Yujin spat.

"I've taken them for granted? I'm sorry that my best friend died and suddenly I couldn't stand to be in a house that neither pitied me nor felt any ounce of sympathy towards him. I'm sorry that I didn't want to stay in a place where I had no one." The girl replied, voice filling with emotion.

"If anyone has taken anything for granted it's you. You had a happy marriage, but it fell apart. Dad works late nights and I don't see him for days, and you claim you're visiting friends, but how would Dad like to know that those 'friends' you're visiting are actually his investors!" Miyeon's voice was raised, the girl almost shouting. A tremor could be heard in her voice, tears in her eyes and the words bouncing off the walls and echoing around them,

"You little bitch." In a matter of moments, Yujin's hand was raised and the sound of a slap echoed throughout the room, followed by the sound of Miyeon practically being pushed to the floor from the force, clutching her cheek.

"Hey." Yujin's head shot up towards the voice, expecting Eunjoo to having somehow moved, but instead, Seojun was stood at the top of the stairs, the bag that Miyeon had packed in one hand, and the other holding the song book in his hands, which he then tucked into his jacket as he walked down the stairs, making it to Miyeon in a matter of moments.

"Han Seojun. I suspected that was your motorcycle that I head. Come to save my daughter one last time? Before you whisk her away from her vicious, vicious mother?" Yujin hadn't just disliked Miyeon being friends with Seyeon and Seojun, she had hated it - and just seeing the boy in front of her had her blood boiling.

"I suppose I am doing. One last time." Seojun flicked the hair out of his eyes, staring at the woman. "I imagine that Miyeon won't exactly be the most optimistic about coming back.. so she'll be coming with me."

He reached down to pull the Hwang girl up, who was still in quite the state of shock, a hand covering her slowly reddening cheek. "If you dare touch her-"

"You'll do what? Throw me out? Something worse? Forgive me if I'm not too excited, I'm already on my way out." Seojun replied, ignoring her words and pulling Miyeon to her feet, beginning the walk towards the front door.

"Good." Yujin shrieked as Seojun pushed the door open, one hand firmly holding Miyeon's. "I didn't want her here anyway."

And neither of them cared to answer, Seojun just continuing to pull the girl away from the situation, pulling the song book from his jacket and slipping it into the bag that swung from his arm.

Miyeon was silent as she took the helmet from Seojun, pulling it over her head and sitting behind him on the motorbike, arms tightening around his torso as they set off.

Driving away from the place that Miyeon had been forced to return to. And a place she would most likely never arrive at again.

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! end of act one ─── 🏹
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