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??say my name and everything
just stops. i don't want you
like a best friend?
?? ????? they argue like it's a full-time job
and swear they're just friends but can't eve...
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❝ ─── chapter twenty GHOST FROM PAST.❞
"THEY SAID A FOX smells its own lair first." said by an old Korean idiom that meant no one can hide guilt from the person who committed the same crime. A predator always senses another predator. Before anyone else, a fox knows another fox.
Ye Seul exhaled softly through her nose as she stuck the last of the pads into her skirt's secret lining, smoothing the front before straightening up and catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
There was that stupid smile again. The one she hated because it only showed up for him.
As she adjusted her skirt, the memory replayed like a broken record of Go Hyun Tak, with that cocky smirk, shamelessly admitting he'd been tracking her period cycle "for emergency purposes," as if that was normal behavior. As if her heart hadn't nearly exploded in her chest when he said it so casually.
"You're insane," she had muttered then, clutching her chest.
And he had just laughed like it was the most logical thing in the world. Now, alone in the restroom, her cheeks flushed all over again.
Ye Seul turned on the faucet and began splashing her face, wiping away layers of makeup that had started to feel heavy. The water was cold and sharp enough to pull her back to her senses.
She stared at her bare, freshly washed face, then caught herself smiling again.
Gross.
She immediately dropped the smile, slapped both cheeks lightly with her hands, and muttered, "Get a grip, Han Ye Seul." But the sting that followed wasn't just from the slap. It was confusion and frustration because of the familiar ache that never really left her.
As she stepped out of the restroom, towel-drying her face, fate had the nerve to stage one of its worst surprises.
Geum Seongje.
There he was, leaning against the wall like he had been waiting for her. Like a twisted statue carved from shadow and smugness.
His eyes dragged up and down her figure like she was a mannequin on display, and the corner of his lip curled into that sick smirk that made her blood run cold.
"Well, well . . ." he drawled, voice dripping in sarcasm, "What a sight. Our little princess playing dress-up. Cute. Doesn't suit you, though."
Ye Seul narrowed her eyes, the towel clenched tightly in her fist. "Get lost."
Seongje ignored her tone. Of course he did. "Still feisty. I see you haven't changed," he said, stepping closer, his cologne an overwhelming mix of smoke and arrogance. "Does Hyun Tak know you're walking around in fairy-tale clothes? Bet he'd love to see you like this, makes it easier to remember how much he gave up because of you."
