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Jesus christ. She’s insane.

Or just very angry, either one Kibum had a problematic time comprehending. Emotions were foreign to him, he recognized them, but he had no clue how to deal with them, and the ones that poured out of Hyuna like a scalding water from a kettle. And every word burnt him, but he’s sure he deserved it all, flinching at every bite of venom that leaves her lips.

“I can — I can!” He’s panicking, fretting for his own life, frantic to reassure the other that there was a solid catalyst to his departure. A look is casted over to a bystander, somewhat helpless, before he turns back to Hyuna with hands flipped upward in a white flag of surrender.

“I thought I was dead, I thought that — ” She was getting closer, he had to speed this up a little. “Not even the rich survive lung cancer, boo. Especially when I practically inhaled more tobacco than air. Do you think I did this for attention? I know I’m a drama king, but—

S-Shit—”

By the time the object in her hands was projectile, it was already too late to move, anyway. His months of therapy had slowed down his reaction time immensely, and the once smooth, slick young man is suddenly hit with what seems to be some type of deadly fruit. Except she missed the nose, like attempted, and instead smacked him fair in the eye. And it hurt, yeah, it hurt. Illness had made his bones sensitive and his skin accustomed to bruising. This one would be a biggin’ (probably something he’d show off later, bragging rights for a “fight” he got in), and his pride is just as wounded as the eye he places his hand over at having his ass handed to him by a woman.

A very dangerous, very frightening woman.

“Ow! What the f—” He catches his tongue quickly, the wound already throbbing as he hones the other eye in on the petite woman with an incredulous look. “What the hell, Hyuna? Do you want to break me in half?”

Not insane, not quite.
But it also wasn’t just anger. 

It’d be easier to deal with if it was just anger. This was anger, on top of hurt, frustration, and a cherry to the topping of her emotions, sadness. Being sad made Hyuna the most volatile. The man who stood in front of her had made her very sad, on a number of nights were she was left crying in bed curled next to a dog who didn’t even wanna be there. Suddenly he was standing in front of her, and she was sad all over again. Which in turn was exactly why he was about to face his death by the tiny baby fists of Kim Hyuna. 

"Really- cause guess what! I don’t care!" 

At this exact moment, in the mounds of feelings she had, she really did not care. Sure, later, she’d be the one nursing the shiner she was about to give him and shedding too many tears to count but not right now. "I don’t care whatever explanation you have, what you did was wrong! God damn it! You hurt a lot of people! Don’t you dare call me boo!” Her voice cracked again, under the immense pressure of her own reactions. 

“I don’t care what you had, I would have been there for you.” Cue the beginnings of the water works, as she began to close on him. Now he was holding his eye, where she had so perfectly mis-aimed ever so slightly, where there would be one hell of a shiner. “You don’t just reappear.. after dying.” With everyone watching, the well respected idol began to sob abruptly. Well, not really abruptly as considering what was happening, but it was like the flood gates had released on her tear ducts. “You died..you left..you aren’t supposed to come back and make me sad again." 

There was a sniff of her nose, as she was finally closed in on the target of all her rage and sadness. Although she was standing in range to unleash every emotion onto his frail body, she could only just stare at him through her messy tears. The next words out of her mouth broke both her heart and just about every ahjumma watching the show down between the two. Not only was the question sad, but the tone of her voice. It was clear this wasn’t the first time she was asking it, and something inside of her sad it wasn’t the last either.

"Why couldn’t you let me be there for you..?”