Kimchi's Diaries: Dangerous fa(n)scination

There once was a legend about a boy. He liked coffee milk, stage, and laughing. He was handsome, intelligent and always won rock-paper-scissors. He... Okay, never mind! Stop pinching me, you clingy Pokemon! There is true story: Hello, we are KNK! And I’m the main dish of this story because it’s my diary. Wanna know some of our thrilling and unbelievable adventures? You only find them here! Good luck and hold on tight! *evil laugh* Part I of the diary: I thought it was just my imagination, but I really saw him that night. A man in a black coat and with hood covering his face. He creeped me out, but it was only the beginning...

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6. The worst interview ever

Next morning I told them about everything that happened yesterday. Manager and police were here too.

“We questioned the suspect,” police officer said. “He’ll be observed for a few days.”

“Wait, did you let him go!?” Inseong outraged, standing up. I pulled him back on the sofa.

“We didn’t have enough evidence to close him up,” another police officer explained.

“Enough evidence?” Youjin said in disbelief. “He threatened our brother! He almost killed Jihunnie at the stage! From what I know it’s an attempted murder.”

“His girlfriend seems to be Jihun’s sasaeng fan,” manager said grimly. “He’s just furious that she’s ignoring him. We explained everything to him, so there should be no further problems.”

I was keeping silent. Stalker’s expression, when I told him about thrown lamp, still worried me. Others got mad at me, because I didn’t say anything.

“Aren’t you angry?” Youjin said, almost accusingly.

“I am, but –”

“Don’t you want justice?” Inseong added.

“It’s not that –”

“Hyung, he –”

“I GET IT, OKAY? IT’S NOT THAT I WANT THIS TO HAPPEN! BECAUSE OF YOU THINGS GET ONLY WORSE!” I exploded with anger.

After that I shut myself in my room. I threw myself on the bed and laid like that for a minute. I was mad at them and myself. I shouldn’t had exploded. But on the other hand they shouldn’t had treated me like I didn’t care at all. I fell asleep before I decided to go to them and apologize.

 

This was our first big and serious argument. I wanted to apologize to them as soon as I woke up, but I’d been in bad mood and I’d forgotten about it. Annoying silence was our companion all the way to meeting with fans. I saw that Heejun at least twice tried to talk to me but at the end he gave up. Seungjun made an effort to brighten us up but he failed too. Even his jokes like ‘Kimchi’s butt so big that –’ didn’t get to me.

In the waiting room, after I was ready to go to the meeting, I sat on sofa and started to dozing off. I came to my senses when I heard door and voice:

“Time for the individual stuff before meeting. I’ll call you individually. Leader, you first.”

I followed PD, not fully awake. We went to some room at the end of the corridor. Inside there was single table and chair. I sat on it and waited for other staff to come.

But after a few minutes they didn’t come.

“Are we doing something?” I asked PD. He had mask on his nose and mouth, so I didn’t know what expression he had.

“We are” he answered.

“Are we waiting for others to arrive?”

“On the contrary. We’re waiting for them to leave.”

Too late I realized I knew this voice. I fell to the door, but stalker caught my waist and pushed on the table. I groaned when I hit my hip.

“Didn’t we explain everything to you?” I growled. “It’s misunderstanding!”

“Really? So how do you explain that my girlfriend attempted suicide yesterday after reading letter from you?”

His expression was scary. Again, I was dumbfounded. What letter? I didn’t write anything to anyone!

“Listen to me,” I began carefully. “It’s really misunderstanding. I didn’t write any letter. If it’s written by hand and you’ve it with you, I can prove it wasn’t from me.”

He hesitated but only for a second.

“You… You told her to… back off! (I was sure there had to be worse words instead) You told her you don’t care about her!”

“That’s not true!” I countered angrily. “I care about every fan! You just don’t want anyone to pointed out yours mistakes –!”

He grabbed my collar and then punched me in the face. I tumbled into a chair, knocking it and falling on the floor myself. Damn, I hadn’t been punched since high school. I felt blood on my lip. I started to feel furious. My fist reached his jaw, but it was like metal. He didn’t even flinch. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

“I didn’t do ANYTHING to your girlfriend!” I said through my teeth. “Come to your senses!”

“I wish I could’ve come to them a little earlier,” he hissed, this time punching my ribs.

I hit the door. I heard some raised voices.

“Give me that letter,” I ordered. “I’ll prove it to you, you idiot!”

He stopped in mid-step. Maybe the last word was indeed useful. I looked around and found a board and pens. I wrote the beginning of our new single.

This is my writing,” I said sharply. “Show me the letter.”

He didn’t move.

“Look, I believe that it wasn’t you who tried to kill me that day on the stage, but you’ve to work with me and explain things!”

He finally understood and reached into his pocket. However, with letter there was something else that came out.

“This girl…” I whispered, recognizing the tall fan, that I feared that day – with a look similar to mine and clothes with my photos.

“SO YOU KNOW HER!” he suddenly roared and resumed the attack. He’d to see my frightened face.

When I got hit in the face second time, I clearly heard screams behind the door. I recognized Youjin, Seungjun and our manager. They were looking for me. I opened my mouth, but stalker pressed my injured hand. I howled with pain instead of calling help. Well, it was good enough, because others found me right away and began to wrestle with the door.

Finally they got inside, but stalker was still holding me. Members saw my face and became furious. When they came closer, stalker dug his nails into my hand. I screamed and fell on my knees.

“Stop!” cried Heejun.

“Police is coming!” shouted Inseong. He was pale as paper.

I was glad he didn’t add ‘give up’. The situation was bad enough. I searched the floor in order to find something that could help me. The only thing on the floor was pen, which I used earlier. Without thinking I grabbed it and hit stalker’s eye.

I fell back and hit the wall, as stalker staggered sideways. Security grabbed stalker, members grabbed me. They hugged me tight. Heejun touched my face with trembling hand.

“I guess this time you’ve heard my lovely voice” I joked and smiled slightly.

“Idiot!” Heejun shouted and clung to me again.

“Your scream indeed helped us to find you,” Youjin said. “But we already got suspicious when you left. We haven’t heard anything about individual interviews.”

“And that guy said individual stuff,” Seungjun added. “Weird word for a PD.”

Weird deduction made by Seungjun, I thought.

“I’m sorry…” I muttered. “For that in dorm and my naivety. I should had realized who he was…”

“Nobody’s blaming you,” Youjin said, ruffling my hair. “We wouldn’t guess at first what’s going on either.”

I smiled.

“Today’s meeting is canceled,” manager stated. “Go back and rest. All of you.”

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