JEONGHAN’S POV
I stayed inside my car crying my heart out. I let out a deep breath and exhaled heavily letting out the dread, the emotion, the uncertainty and confusion.
I’m numb but on fire. I’m in shock but I’m lucid.
Yoo-Mi is mine! She’s mine! She’s mine!
I reached for my phone when it went off. I quickly grabbed it from the stand, hating the loud noise it made. I looked at the display and I sighed when I saw it was my mom who was calling me.
I cleared my throat and swallowed the lump in my throat before I speak. “What do you want mom?”
“Is that how you greet your own mother Jeonghan?” she asked and I felt irritated with her voice. “I’ve been spamming you with texts for over an hour!” she practically yelled through my phone causing me to roll my eyes.
“I haven’t been using my phone for the last few hours. What is it that you want this time?” I asked her again and she sighed.