Kimchi's Diaries 2: Shady Culprit

And here’s the continuation of “Kimchi’s Diaries: Dangerous Fa(n)scination”! For those who didn’t sleep since my last diary, here’s good news – continuation! But is it really for your good? Part II of the diary: We finally got a long vacation from our company and we were going to not very known village Hwang-ya. However, was it really a good idea? Besides fun we were caught up in the mystery of the village, which later had unpleasant consequences... But soon I understood that this was more complicated than I ever imagined.


10. Embracing episode

I had a nightmare. I was back in Hwang-ya. I was lost in the forest and was calling for help, but nobody answered me. I felt that I was all alone, even in the village.

But wait, someone was there. Over there, behind the hill! I ran toward him/her. I stopped abruptly, when I recognized woman, who should have been dead. She was in blood, but was standing. Was she alive? But how? I remember she...

Then she turned. I screamed shocked and sat down on something slippery. I slowly moved gaze from her to my hand. It was covered in red. I jumped startled and searched for the source of the blood. I stiffened and groaned, when I found it.

I was looking at my own corpse.

After this I woke up suddenly, with a scream. I bumped heads with someone, falling back on the pillows.

“You’re okay!? Wake up!”

I blinked, still shocked. I couldn’t distinguish reality from dream. When the image gained the focus, I recognized my members. Seungjun was holding his forehead with the face of a sad puppy. I wanted to sit again, but somehow my body felt weak.

“Stay still,” Youjin said. He touched my forehead. “You still have fever.”

“W-What happened?” I muttered. “The last thing I remember was the performance –” I gasped. “What happened!?”

“Calm down,” Inseong said, smoothing my sheets. “You fainted. Doctor said it’s from the fatigue and stress, so you’ll be okay.”

We were in our dorm. Right. Now I remembered that I didn’t sleep well for the last few days. And my usual level of stress was high enough to make me faint. Suddenly it caught my eye that Youjin was holding his elbow, as if he was trying to hide it.

“What’s wrong with your arm?” I asked suspiciously.

He tried to hide it better, but I gathered strength and leaned out of bed, grabbing his arm. It was bandaged and covered in bruises.

“H-Hyung, how –”

“He caught you,” Heejun explained. “When you fell from the stage.”

“I fell from it?” I repeated confused.

“Yeah. But... Youjin-hyung fell with you. He secured you.”

I felt like crying. Youjin smiled and ruffled my hair.

For the rest of the day everyone was absorbed in dorm activities. Soon I fell asleep again and woke up a few hours later with only slight fever. It was dark. I staggered, when I stood on my feet. I touched the wall and helped myself with it, till I reached the door. Suddenly the door opened and I fell on someone. Seungjun grabbed me, surprised.

“What’re you doing?” he asked.

“Bathroom...” I muttered.

He escorted me and waited to help me get back to bed.

“What’s up?” I said, before I came back to the room. Heejun and Inseong were playing game.

“Ah, hyung! You’re up?”

“Where’s Youjin-hyung?”

“He should be in his room. You want to play with us?”

“He’s still feverish,” Seungjun said.

“Ah, is that so?” Heejun made sad face.

I smiled.

“I’ll come play later,” I promised and went not into my room, but Youjin’s. “I’ll be fine,” I said to Seungjun, who was dumbfounded by my actions.

I knocked.

“Hey.” I sneaked into Youjin’s room. He was playing too, but his games.

“Why did you come?” he said, surprised.

“No reason,” I replied and sat down on Inseong’s bed. We were silent for a moment. “Hyung?”


“Why did you do it?”

Youjin looked at me, pausing the game.

“What?” He didn’t understand me. I pointed to his elbow. “Aaah...” He smiled. “No reason.”

“That’s not funny.”

“I know. Don’t blame yourself, Jihun-ah. It was an accident.”

“Dangerous one!” I burst out, although I didn’t plan this. “You could have –!”

“Hey.” Youjin grabbed my face, before I ended the sentence. I felt like crying again. Jeez, and I thought that Seungjunnie-hyung was a crybaby. “Nothing happened. Don’t make up strange scenarios. We’re in this together, do you understand?”

He didn’t let go, so I had to nod. He smiled and hugged me. And then tears started flowing from my eyes. I hoped it was because I had still fever and it won’t become my habit...


We looked back. Inseong was staring at his phone with suspiciously happy face and Heejunnie was covering his own mouth with a face like something shocking has happened. Only Seungjun looked betrayed and was staring at me with offended face.

“Why?” I asked.

“Man, Tinkerbells will love it,” Inseong said all of a sudden. He waved his phone. With horror I realized what he just did. Youjin will kill me if this find itself posted on the Internet.

Wait a minute... but did I really mind? That would be a great chance to overcome his ‘no skinship’ sickness. I smiled sneakily.

“Give me that,” Youjin ordered, jumping on his feet and trying to snatched the phone.

“Don’t wanna~” Inseong sang and in the next second he was on the floor, fighting fiercely (metaphor, guys, no worries. Although tickling was the worst punishment ever). “Heejun-ah!”

Inseong passed the phone to Heejun, who ran to the other room. Youjin glanced at me, surely waiting for my intervention, but I ignored him, observing really interesting stain on the ceiling. All three of them left the room and Seungjun used the opportunity to cling to me. He was surprised when I returned the hug.

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