"You start to tremble and your voice
begins to break. You say the cigarettes
on the counter weren't your friend's,
they were my mate's, and I feel
the colour draining from my face."
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Her hands begin to shake, more tears
falling from her bloodshot eyes.
"Seokjin..."
"Yes?"
"You know the wallet that you found in
my apartment, and I told you that it was my
friend's wallet?" Her voice cracking in the
middle of her sentence.
Seokjin nods his head slowly, knowing
where this was going but didn't want
to believe it.
She takes a shaky breath continuing. "It wasn't
my friend's. It was actually your's."
"What? My friend's? What do you mean?"
She looks into his deep brown eyes,
giving him a sympathetic look.
"I think you know exactly what I mean, Seokjin."
As he connects the dots, the color drains
from his face, leaving him paler
than a ghost.
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