𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝘎𝘶𝘺𝘴, 𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘕𝘰𝘯-𝘉𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘴! 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘖 𝘓𝘖𝘕𝘎 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺!! 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘥!!  𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺, 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺, 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴!!

• 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ Yumi POV。 • ˚ * 。 • 

I thought for a while before their divorce how it would be like if they did get one. When I had imagined it, my brain would take me to a place where I could live with Ma alone. Just me and her. We would be happier without him, we'd be freed from his control. I had imagined a world where I'd work hard in school, come home, spend time with my mom, go to sleep peacefully, then wake up being excited or happy for the next day to come. In my imagination, that was the only place where this vision would exist. The real world was the complete opposite.

If Ma didn't have a boyfriend, if they had not moved in together, she wouldn't be able to afford anything. Life for her would be decent until I came to live with her. Due to the divorce, she was able to move into a place closer to where she worked, but it also meant being far away from Seungmin. That never crossed my mind in my heavenly hallucinations.

Now that it was all a reality, it's so far from where I thought I would've been. My coma pushed them over the edge, I know it did. The moment they found out I fell, I bet my father said "Welp, now this child's useless, looks like I need a new one,"

He's always thought he was superior to everyone, saying that he's got so much potential that what he has right now. He flattens his wallet from all the liquor he buys, the occasional cigarettes he keeps in the drawer to relieve the stress "Ma and I gave him."

If I knew I'd end up crying, covered in blood on the floor of my almost empty room, surrounded by stripped down walls, no form of communication, and no connection to the outside world then I wouldn't have prayed every night for them to separate. I chose this, just to get to my Seungmin and now what? I have nothing, not even him.

But if I had gone with Ma, what would've changed? Would I be safe, yes, maybe I would've, but happy? Leaving the man who saved my life behind, the only person who's supported me throughout these years, the only one who'd risk their life for me. What Ma did in the hospital, the way she stood up for me in front of Appa was a one time thing. Before that, she never did anything that bold. Seungmin, though, wouldn't have hesitated; even if it meant getting his ass kicked. Even if it meant getting killed, or never being able to see me again. I know, I'm sure as hell, he'd risk it all for me.

The light from outside trickled in through the half-closed blinds, indicating that morning had come. The whole night I didn't move, nor did I even sleep a wink. I've just been laying here in fear. Fear that Appa would come back and finish the job.

Fear that I wouldn't make it out alive.

Fear that he'd never leave.

It must've been almost time for work though. He must've been leaving soon, since the sound of rummaging and movement came from somewhere outside of my room. Wait. I listened closely to the movement, closing my eyes. I laid on my side, almost like I had been shot on the floor. Blood oozed from my cuts still, burning at the feeling of it being open and exposed. It was starting to slow down however, slowly but surely turning into a scab. A giant scab which would become a scar within a matter of weeks.

"That sound.." I began to think, my thoughts getting more intrigued as I listened carefully. "It's from directly above me, in Seungmin's room,"

The taste of blood still subtly lingered in my mouth from clenching my tongue in between my teeth as an attempt not to scream. The attempt was successful, but resulted in pain. If I had screamed in pain every time he hit me, I would have gotten beaten harder and harder until I wasn't able to scream. This feeling of coldness sent shivers through my body, waking up the pain all over me; more specifically in my leg which ached every time I saw the dried blood crusting over on it.

Seungmin left his room, his soft footsteps coming from above me told me so. They wandered out of his apartment as if in a rush to be somewhere. Cutting my curiosity in half, Appa's voice thundered through the condo.

"I'm leaving, don't do anything stupid!" he shouted, the door closed with a loud bang. The sound left a ring in my ears and a weird feeling in my stomach. Something about the door slamming felt somehow... ironic, if that makes sense? No, how could it? Maybe I'm just in way over my head like how everyone thinks I am. Well... when everyone knew that I was still alive. At this rate, I don't even know if I'm going back to school anytime soon. This could last months, years even. Did Ma not want to file a lawsuit? This bullcrap happened to her too, so why didn't she stand up to save me? Times like this make me start to regret choosing my dad just to stay with Seungmin. It's not like he likes me back anyways.

Who am I kidding? I'm a disgrace.

• 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ Seungmin POV。 • ˚ * 。 •

I stood behind a wall. Quiet and careful to not make any noise, I kept my eye on Mr. Choi as he entered the elevator. Quickly, I ran down the hallway before the elevator doors closed. A black hat and mask hid my face well enough so any cameras in the hallway couldn't recognize me- just in case something happened.

"Oh! Mr. Choi, wait!" I called, waving my hand to him. Surely enough, he pressed the button and the doors opened again. I smirked, one foot stepping into the elevator before the next. Mr. Choi grunted, turning his head to avoid eye contact with me as I entered. "Thank you," I politely added. He rolled his eyes at me and watched as the doors closed once more.

I visually scanned him. A grin appeared on my face when I laid eyes on my prize. Thankfully, my mask hid my face well enough to cover up the mischief written all over me. His wallet was in his back pocket.

Looks like this is going to be easier than I thought. Heh.

The older man looked me up and down with an almost disgusted look on his face before looking away, clearing his throat to speak. "So," the small talk began. "How do you know my name?"

Did he not recognize me? It's not like I looked any different with a mask on. Maybe him not being able to recognize me is a good thing. It can give me an advantage in case this backfires. Suddenly, an idea popped up in my mind. What if I used this as an opportunity to figure out if what happened was really Yumi? Bingo.

"I hear your name a lot," I responded, letting my voice drop a couple octaves so I didn't blow my cover. "Your daughter fell off the roof-"

"Shut up!" The man yelled defensively. He took a few breaths before speaking again, his hand running through his hair in an agitated manner as he did so. "You don't know anything about me. So don't act like you do. Okay, Kid?"

A few seconds of awkward silence later, and the two, shiny, metal doors to the elevator opened up. Now was my chance. Mr. Choi turned around so he was facing away from me. As he stepped out, I laid my eyes on the wallet again, swiftly swooping it up and out of his pocket without him noticing. From there, I jammed it into the inside pocket of my jacket. Mr. Choi did a 180, looking at me with the same visage he did when I first arrived in the elevator.

"Did you just-" The angered man tried to speak, but was soon cut off by the elevator closing.

"No, bye!" I exclaimed, my eyes staying glued to him as the door fully shut.

Hurried, I slammed my hand against as many buttons as possible. He's going to work right now, but if he finds out that I took his wallet, he'll try to get back on the lift. The last thing I needed right now was an angry ahjussi trying to kill me so early in the morning. Step one of my plan was complete, now all that's left is to purchase the drugs, Makgeolli, and deliver it.

Who gon' stop me now? Even if the wrath of Heaven struck down with a lightning fist I wouldn't stop until I dropped dead. It's only a matter of time, months, until he's gone for good. It's not my fault he deserves what's coming to him.

That's just the price of messing with me.