"It's my fault..." [ throws hands up in the air. gives up on plotting ]
Sad RP Starters. [ x ]
C r a s h !
A loud shatter was heard. Dusk had angrily shove the nearby vase down to the floor. The two were having, yet again, another dispute. Shouts were also heard, everything that you can possibly imagine in a loud fight was shown between the blonde haired female and the male. Anger was evident in her tone.
"I know that you know something. Tell me."
"I swear, I don't know." Lie #1.
"I am not some idiot, it's either you or it's some fuckin' ghost lurkin' around here. And I know it's not the latter."
The blonde was seething in frustration and anger. Some information (not exactly private details) about her had been leaked out and she knew he had something to do with it. Who else knew how to hack? Only him. The two only possible explanations were:
1. There was a secret camera hidden somewhere in her flat.
or
2. It was his fault.
His eyes were filled with guilt-- she saw through him. Eyes, they tell hidden stories. Dusk continued to stare at him, straight into the eyes, waiting for him to tell the truth. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she raised a brow as if she was mentally telling him, "Well? Are you going to come free with the truth now?"
A deep sigh escaped the male's thin lips. And she grinned.
"Fine. It's my fault..."
"Knew it, thanks for finally coming clean."
The young female softly rolled her eyes. Fifty percent of her anger had diminished. All he had to do was tell the truth and everything would be alright. Sooner or later, the public would have known that she was the youngest daughter of the infamous chaebol. Yet that fact will soon die down. Or else. Having the spotlight was not her thing.







