"Was there someone with you?"
She asked, examining Youngjae who came out of the men's bathroom with moistened hair. As he brushed it along his fingers, his eyes gazed at her with a surprising coldness.
"I'm alone. I had to get in out of the cubicles to get tissues while drying my pants."
Youngjae answered and headed back towards the theater. As she followed him towards their seats, she felt a tingling sensation run through her skin. Her shoulder felt heavy and soon felt rigid.
"Y-Young...J-jae…"
As she whispered his name while they stood on their spot, her eyes began to blur and dwindle. Before her body fell on the floor, he caught her in his sturdy arms and held her tightly. Carefully, he guided her on their seats, and let his lips brush into her ear.
"I have to kill you, Soojin."