Chapter 6

The ride back to the house was silent. The only sounds was the gentle breathing of the people seated in the car and the occasional honking of a passing by car. EunJung felt suffocated. Every now and then she would catch one of the seven boys glancing her way but she didn't dare make eye contact. Except for, with one person.

He didn't glare at her like she expected him to and he no longer seemed cold and scary instead there was a softness in his eyes that hadn't been there before. He no longer seemed like the person who's stance screamed power and authority. Anyone would easily mistake him as a quiet and friendly college boy instead of a maniac who's brother carries around a GUN. A FLIPPING GUN. Yes, EunJung was not over the fact that they almost shot one of her closest friends.