Lee sara, what's her deal anyway? Da-hee thought to herself. It's not very strange that a child as cold and distant as hwan would dislike his parent, but what is strange is that he is not the only person that is wary of her; maybe she is that dangerous.
The day was quite calm, classes went on as usual, no one tried to harass or bully da-hee. It was actually boring, but da-hee's mind was not at ease. She had so many questions that she needed answers to and she knew exactly where to start.
"Min-hyuk, I need to speak to you." She called out to him across the hall, just as classes had already ended and everyone was heading home.
"Hey what's going on?" min-hyuk walks toward her and says.
Da-hee wraps her arm around his shoulder and pulls him away to an empty stairway. "It's been a while, how have you been?"
"Did you pull me here to ask me how I am, you've never been the type to waste time with small talk. Tell me what you want."
Da-hee smiles at him and says. "Hmm, I see why he likes you."
"What?"
"Tell me about Lee sara, you grew up with hwan right, what was it like living in the house with them?"
"If you wanted to know about her, why didn't you ask her son, he's your boyfriend isn't he?"
"We both know that hwan won't tell me the full truth, but you will, you hate her don't you, and you know that if there is anyone that can make her suffer, it's me." She walks closer to him and then she asks. "What did sara do to her son?"
Min-hyuk paused for a while, he contemplated whether he should speak to da-hee or not. He was surprised at how she knew he hated Lee sara, but still, da-hee might just be the person to hurt Lee sara, he thought to himself. "Fine, but you can never tell anyone what I'm telling you right now, especially uju."
Da-hee nods her head in agreement.
"I believe that Lee sara is the reason why hwan and I stopped being friends; I don't know what she said to him. She never hit him or physically abused him, at least I never saw her do it..., b- but she never needed to hit him, she only needed her words. There were times when she would catch us playing; she would pull him into the house, I followed to listen, but all I would hear were whispers. When he would come out, he would look so distraught and broken. Then there was a time I actually heard what she said to him. She pulled him close to her and said 'this is why your father doesn't love you'. Their conversations continued for a while until he hardly spoke to me or anyone."