MIYOUNG POV
My gaze shifted from the knife to Sehun instantly.
"What is this, Se Kyung?" Sehun asked once again, his voice sounds deeper than usual.
Veins throbbed on his arms as if he's trying to control himself from chocking me.
"Let's t-talk somewhere e-else." I stuttered when he took a step forward. I immediately
mirrored his action by stepping backwards.
"Damn it, Se Kyung! Just explain it to me! I want to know the truth!" He shouted and banged
his hand against the door frame.
The wooden crack under his force while I flinched as I lowered my head.
You didn't do anything wrong, Kim Miyoung.
Han Se Kyung did this, not you!
"It's not mine" I said in a low tone and slowly lifted my chin.
"Then whose?!" He asked and for awhile, my mind shut down by itself.
I froze that I liter
