Whispers Of Regret | Hyunlix

Sombre - Dark

Prends garde à la colère de celui que tu veux offenser, et à la vengeance de celui que tu veux frapper

Translation: "Beware the anger of the one you wish to offend, and the revenge of the one you wish to strike"

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Caution: This content includes portrayals of bullying that may be upsetting to some readers. If you feel uncomfortable, please feel free to skip over those sections.

A soft hum fills the expansive woman's bathroom as a strikingly beautiful girl, her brown locks elegantly gathered in a bun, stands casually before the mirror. She wears her school uniform with an air of effortless charm, a Chanel sweatshirt casually draped over it, her tie loosely knotted and shirt partially unbuttoned, hinting at a relaxed style. Completing her look, her feet are adorned with Gucci shoes, adding a touch of flair to her attire.

As she delicately washes her hands, her gaze captured by her reflection, the gentle click of the bathroom door opening interrupts her thoughts. Turning gracefully, she encounters Aera, whose appearance is a stark contrast to her own. Aera's hair is haphazardly tied, with strands of disheveled locks falling lazily over her shoulder. Her uniform appears rumpled, and her eyes, swollen and red, betray traces of recent tears.

The brown-haired girl's eyebrows arched inquisitively as she spoke, "Were you crying?" With a disdainful glare and a dismissive scoff, the black-haired girl strode past her to the faucet, replying sharply, "That's none of your fucking concern; stay in your lane."

Bewilderment painted across her features, the shorter girl turned to the black-haired one, exclaiming incredulously, "Heol! I was just asking. No need for rudeness. Is this some sort of family trait?" With a subtle raise of her eyebrow and a tilt of her head, the brown-haired girl crossed her arms over her chest.

In a sudden burst of fury, the black-haired girl swung around, her eyes blazing with anger. With each step, her determination hardened, and through gritted teeth, she spat out, "Stay the hell away from my family, you damn bitch."

The shorter girl's temper flared, and without a moment's hesitation, she lunged forward, her fingers curling around the other girl's hair. "No one talks to me like that," she hissed, her voice trembling with rage. "I'm not your damn servant."

As the two girls stood locked in a tense standoff, the air crackled with animosity. The shorter girl's eyes narrowed, her resolve unyielding. "And what's with this nonsense about staying away from your family?" she challenged, her voice rising. "While you're out there trying to tear others down? Let me tell you something-I haven't even begun. Don't you dare provoke me. I could erase your entire bloodline with just a snap of my fingers."

With that ominous warning hanging in the air, the tension between them reached a boiling point, setting the scene for a fiery confrontation.

Amidst the chaos of their heated confrontation, the black-haired girl let out a mocking laugh, her face contorted in pain from the rough handling of her hair. "What can you do?" she taunted, her voice laced with bitterness. "You rich people love to trample on us poor kids. You've got everything handed to you on a silver platter, able to do whatever you please, even date celebrities. So, why is the school's princess chasing after a mere commoner like me? Could it be because of Hyunjin?"