THE ATTACKER | Nakamoto Yuta |

𝟷𝟻장: 그를 사랑해 (ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ)

Yuta looked at me with confusion, as I was also confused as to why I had called my mom for a second.

I had to try again though.

"Mom, I know you are worried, but please listen to me."

My mom was of course freaking out.

She wouldn't let me speak, so I had to just say it.

"I love him, mom."

I didn't hear anything but a gasp.

"Mom?"

Nothing.

"I know, you think I'm out of my mind, but I do love him."

She said nothing for what seemed like hours.

"Baejin, come home."

I couldn't make out what her reaction was, nor tone.

Before I could respond, she said,

"And bring him."

Then hung up.

I was lost for words, and afraid of what she meant.

Yuta had been staring at me the entire time, trying to make out what happened by reading my reactions, but he couldn't tell.

"Baejin, what happened?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and turned to him.

"She told me to come home and to bring you with me."

He had the same reaction I did and I could tell he was now lost in the possible outcomes.

I sat next to him and didn't say anything.

We don't know what to say or do.

Yuta laid his hand on top of mine.

He looked at me with soft, sweet eyes.

"Baejin, promise me something. Whatever happens, promise that we will stick together. If your mom tries to break us apart, we run away."

"I promise."

I didn't have to think twice about the answer.

I knew Yuta would be my future, even if we had to leave everything behind.

There was no leaving him behind.

Yuta would fight for me and I would fight for him.

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I tell Yuta to park a little down the road, in case it was a trap.

As I was getting out of the car, I kissed Yuta and told him I would text him when it was safe to come down.

Walking up to my house had never made me nervous.

This time was different than any other time.

I got to my door and walked in.

My mother and father both sitting there at the table.

I tried to read their faces, but they're expressionless.

"Where is he?"

My mother ask as I sit down.

"In the car."

"Why not in here?"

My father asked.

I guess mom filled him in on their horrible child.