𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 | Enhypen 엔하이픈

Chapter 42

And bada bing

Bada bong

And done.

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I reached out under my bed and found my suitcase. After dragging it to my closet I threw in some T-shirts, hoodies, pants, underwear, socks, and a toothbrush.
After I changed into a pair of black clean pants and a shirt. And can't forget, my charger and perfume.

On my way to the door, I fetched my AirPods and coat.

Bad idea Heeseung.

Why can't life be fair to me for once?

A few minutes later I found myself in a taxi. On the way to Seoul Airport.
Where I was headed? Jeju Island.

('・ω・)

"Come on..." I whispered to myself as I sat by the exit of the airport. My foot tapped the ground rapidly as I tried to call Haewon, but it always reached voicemail.
"Answer... please..."

After I had boarded the plane I sent a message to the group chat saying that my father had called me, and wanted to go attend something as quick as possible. Did I lie? Yes. Did I feel bad? Kind of.
I don't want it add fuel to the fire by saying I was going to Jeju, so instead I decided to tall a little white lie to not make matters worse.

"Hello?"

Finally, she answers.

"Haewon" I was relieved. Though, it took me almost thirty calls to reach her. "Finally..!"

"Haewon? Heeseung, this is Jay"

Shit.

Shit

Shit

"-ah sorry... wrong number"

"WHY THE FUCK WHERE YOU CALLING-" I ended the call knowing the next few minutes should just be an endless song of Jay shouting and scolding me.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll deal with you later" A tired sigh left my mouth as I sat down on a nearby bench. I scrolled down on Instagram without any purpose as I tried to kill some time and maybe find a way to find Haewon.
A sudden post from an athlete got my attention. It was of a girl holding a golden medal as she had just won first place.

I don't know what it was about the picture that got my attention. My eyes scanned the picture over and over again. Until I suddenly understood why I couldn't remove my eyes from it.
It was taken in the pool hall by the athletic school beside Han River. Where I found the drunk beaten-up Haewon. And how I found her, Snap Map.

I phoned the yellow app with the ghost logo and scrolled all the way to the left. Though I was usually, like now, in ghost mode, many of my friends were not. And neither was Haewon.
My eyes glued to her Bitmoji as I zoomed in, trying to find her current location.

Is this how girls stalk their crushes? Creepy.

I knew Haewons relationship with her mother was not the greatest, and I also happened to know that she was a very sentimental person who got overwhelmed with feeling all too quickly. The reason being that she doesn't know how to properly express herself when she felt strong emotions.
Throughout our time living together Haewon and I would occasionally go out on small walks, or go to the rooftop. There she trauma dumped a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot.
Sometimes I felt worried about her. I listened to everything she said and almost everything was either cruel or damaging to a person's mental self.