chapter 6.4

For months on end, you've been the recipient of her constant torment. It not only affected your mental health, but almost cost you the relationship of a lifetime. This whole time, you've been afraid of her words, letting them eat away at your dignity from inside out until you were nearly gone.

But if you had the weapon of confidence - if you had simply chosen to stand up and reply, to say 'no, you're wrong', her arrows would have fallen limp to the ground and she couldn't have hurt you. Hurt your friend.

You open your eyes, this time staring back hard. Hillary's expression is unfazed, but you imagine she's surprised at your change in mentality.

"Tell me everything," you demand firmly.

Hillary scoffs, as if the situation is amusing.

"Fuck you, tell us everything," Ten hisses.

Hillary rolls her eyes. "Fine. Only because she wouldn't want me to be mean to you, Ten".

"Who?," you ask rigidly.

"I'll get to that, bitch," she sneers.

"Hey, don't call her that," Mark warns.

The psychopath in orange laughs maniacally, though you can't place your finger on what she finds funny.

"Funny," she gasps for breath, slapping her knees vigorously, "funny how now you talk to me!".

"She's nuts," Yuna states.

"The whole damn Planters factory," you agree.

"You people wouldn't know a thing!," Hillary fires, pointing an accusing finger around the room. Her face is red from her laughing fit, almost as red as her disgruntled bangs. Eyes now glistening with rage, you press back into Mark's embrace when her personality flips 180 degrees in under a second. "You don't know anything!," she screams, "You don't know! You don't know!".

The four of you watch in shock as Hillary melts down, the guard coming up and restraining her to the chair. She's thrashing around, chanting the phrase over and over again.

"You'll never know how much I love you, Mark," Hillary shrieks, smiling hauntingly as she's forced back into the chair and cuffed to it, "and you'll never know how much she loves you, Ten".

"What the fuck?," Ten rightfully shouts.

"Tell us who!," you raise your voice.

"I'm getting there, b-," she stops in the middle of the slur, glancing at your boyfriend. In the blink of an eye, her expression jumps from pure disdain to sickly sweet, "baby".

Anger flushes through your body. Wanting to provoke her a little, you turn your gaze to your boyfriend. Predictably, he immediately turns his full attention to you. A scrunch of his brow asks you if you're okay.

"Did you enjoy them?," Hillary's voice is 'normal' again as she asks the out-of-context question.

"What?," Ten pries, unamused.

"Did you," she points her finger directly at you, "enjoy my messages?".

Oh boy, oh boy. I was waiting for you to ask that.

The words rush to your mouth, every comeback you've ever made manifesting into the pinnacle of all comebacks, "As a matter of fact, I did," you smile brightly, "I especially enjoyed the one's where you said Mark doesn't love me and doesn't want me. I like to think of the irony of it all when we're sleeping together and he gives me these".

You tug down the collar of your hoodie (that's actually his which makes it even better) to reveal the hickies blooming down your neck. "If only you could know how good it feels, but you're undoubtedly alone".

Yuna snickers beside you, but Mark's signature laugh shamelessly fills the limited space around you. The mood of the room changes completely at your words, the seriousness dissipating like sugar in hot water. It's so refreshing, the feeling of being in control of yourself. Hillary, the person you used to be so afraid of looks so small in her isolation. There's nothing to her at all, now that you know to stand up for yourself. You've never felt so... powerful.

In any other situation, you would have died in embarrassment from sharing personal information like that, but you're on a roll. And it's bitch ass Hillary we're talking about here. Even Ten looks mildly impressed by your new attitude, a tiny smile quirked on his lips.

"You-," Hillary pouts, "how could you, Mark, how could you do this to me? You and I both know we loved each other first. We still love each other".

"I have literally no idea what you mean," Mark emphasizes, moving his hands to grip your shoulders, "you need some serious help, man".

"I'll fucking kill you!," she screams at you again.

"No you won't," you chuckle, "you're locked up! At this point it's a little amusing.

"You wanna know what the plan was? Me and Seojung were gonna kill you both. I take the bitch that's dating Ten and she takes the slut who took Mark from me. I got so close, following you, blondie, to the party, but you just had to live-"

"The fuck did you just say?"

"Sick psycho oh my god"

"Yeah good luck doing that from prison, asshole"

The room erupts in replies that cut her off.

"Alright, time's up," the guard announces. The door on your side of the room opens, a gust of cool air welcoming you as Detective Jeong appears to usher you out. Turning around to give Hillary one last word as the officer drags her back to her cell, you're not surprised to meet her menacing eyes.

"He loves me," you state confidently, "and he always will. Enjoy hell".

With that, the door shuts behind her and the worst chapter of your life dots its last concluding period. It's the last one that you'll let someone else write for you. You're more than ready to pick up the pen and turn the next page. Excitedly, you head out to your friends waiting on you outside.

...

"Don't worry, we've monitored that whole conversation and everything will be used against her in court," Jeong assures, "Miss y/n, you might remember Choi mentioned a 'Seojung' and we want to make sure you know that she has been detained and held at the Gangnam Police Station. We're waiting on her statement, but if what Choi testified is true, we're looking at life in prison for both parties".

"Not death?," Ten scoffs.

"Not death, no," the detective shakes her head.

"So basically, they're both insane. And they did all this because they thought Ten and Mark belonged to them," Haechan follows slowly, having just been filled in.

"We gotta put an end to this fanclub shit. Why are our lives controlled by these freaks," Jeno groans.

He's right. He's so right. The whole thing is disgusting, especially when none of the Lee's ever asked for it to be formed. If it's already gotten to the point where members are caught in homicidal attempts, there's no way the Lovelees club can continue to exist.

The station is nearly empty now, almost all of the officers handling the case calling it a night and heading home. Not wanting to keep Detective Jeong any longer, the six of you head out to the car. It's nearly four in the morning and the adrenaline is wearing off, exhaustion replacing it.

"Hey but y/n, you were so good in there," Yuna smiles, bumping you with her shoulder as you walk through the parking lot. The night air is cold against your skin, filled with the scent of petrichor.

"Yeah, you," Mark looks at you with doe eyes, arm slung around your shoulders.

Letting out a short laugh, you press your lips quickly to his cheek.

"And I'm assuming based on how this looks, the conversation went well?," Yuna adds.

"Only thanks to you," you appreciate, turning from your best friend to Mark, "I think we're all good now".

Mark beams at you as Ten unlocks his car, bringing you in for an elated kiss.

Groans erupt from all around.

"You've seriously been going at it all night, none of us have gotten any sleep," Haechan whines loudly.

"Bruh," says Jeno.

"Then get yourself a girlfriend, fatass, I don't know what to say," Mark retaliates.

You reluctantly pull away as everyone piles into the vehicle. Haechan, you don't feel bad for. He could cry and pout all day and you wouldn't bat an eyelash. Jeno, is a different story.

Memories of earlier cause your fingers to curl up in cringe; the way he was minding his own business in his own room only to be caught in the middle of your... make-up methods.

"Hey...," you apologize as you cram into the seat next to him, "I'm uh- I'm sorry about earlier".

"I don't want to talk about it". The blue-haired boy massages the crease between his brows, stressed.

"Right okay," you nod.

"Not to ruin the mood, but are you okay y/n? I feel like we're moving too fast past what you've been dealing with for the past few months. I mean... I just want to make sure I'm not in the dark about your feelings again," Mark asks softly.

Silence falls upon the car as the group awaits your answer. You look to the passenger seat, to Yuna, as Ten cruises down the city street.

"I'll never forgive her," you finally admit, "either one of them. They can literally rot in hell for all I care. But for me, I'm okay. If anything, this whole thing has taught me a lot and I've grown a lot from it. Both of them are locked up, so I'm not scared anymore. Oddly, I feel really free".

Packed into a tiny car, cruising down the streets of Seoul, you admire the friends around you. You're surrounded by love. Your best friend and the love of her life. Your soulmate and his two best friends (who have become like family to you). Back on campus, Hope and Lisa sleep away, unaware of the chaos of today. You can imagine the looks on their faces as Yuna and you fill them in. Irreplaceable, every one of them.

Life is full of way too many amazing things for any number of crazy bitches to ruin. Just as your friends have become irreplaceable to you, you are irreplaceable to them too. It's due time that you give some credit to yourself.

I am truly confident. I am worthy. I am loved.