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.


8. First threat

Next day was the first sign of my bad luck.

We woke up quite late, because we had schedule in the afternoon. I was lying in the bed for more few minutes, when I heard loud crush and something hit me in the forehead. I jumped up with a groan in the same time when Seungjun came back from the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?” he asked scared, seeing the cut above my eyebrow.

I ran to the window, leaning out of it. Seungjun quickly grabbed my shirt in case I would fall out. I didn’t see anyone. I clenched my teeth. I had a really good idea who would do this.

I nearly attacked E.T., when we came to the company. I grabbed his blouse and pulled him to me.

“You really want a war, huh?” I whispered menacingly.

For the first time I saw a shadow of fear in his eyes. But in the next second it disappeared, so I was not sure, if I saw it correctly. He freed himself from my grip, and snorted with contempt.

“You’ve finally gotten mad,” he stated. “Do you want to fight me that badly? Or to be fired from the company?”

“I think you want it.” I showed him my forehead, sealed by a plaster. “This is the first and last time. I promise you that.”

We left him speechless.

“Jihun-ah, I think you exaggerated a little,” Youjin said.

“Seriously? You’re on his side!?”

“It’s not that. You don’t have a proof it was him, or anyone from DRAGon.”

“Right. Now we have to have an evidence of everything.”

I was in explosive mood till the end of the day. Members didn’t talk to me either. We had every lesson in a different room, so we bumped into DRAGon twice, but fortunately E.T. didn’t start anything. He just glanced at me grimly. I wondered if I should tell about that incident our manager, but Inseong and Heejun stopped me, finally talking to me in the evening. For some reason I got angry because of that.

“Do you think I’m paranoid?” I asked suddenly.

“What? Hyung, why –”

“Answer me. You think I’m really exaggerating. Just admit it!”

Then Youjin slapped me lightly in the head. I froze confused. Heejun and Seungjun wanted to say something, but Youjin was first.

“Stop being such a dork,” he said sharply. “We’re worried about you. Stop making stupid conclusions. Attack them if they admit it or find a proof. I’m not saying that to enrage you, but to make you think rationally. Think about what I said calmly and then we’ll talk.”

And the night came. Of course we didn’t talk later at all. Like usual, I got thirsty and went to the kitchen. Didn’t know why, I remembered the situation from our trip, when I got attacked by that creepy man. But I calmed down quickly, aware that I was in my own dorm in Seoul and he was in the prison. I drank a glass of water and wanted to go back to my room, when I saw a shadow behind the window. I gasped and sit on the floor, surprised. It was similar to those sasaengs, who scared Heejunnie some time ago.

I blinked. Was I dreaming, or what? I stood up. Now I didn’t see anything and anyone. I glanced outside, but there really was an empty space. I closed the window and turned. I gasped again, but this time I didn’t fall down.

On the table was a package. Thousands of questions were fighting with each other in my head. Who? When? How? – those were the most important ones. Having in mind the last package with my thorn photo, I was staring at that one, motionless, for perhaps few minutes.

Finally I got hold of myself and opened it. Yeah, I regretted it later. Inside was only one photo. But this time there wasn’t just any photo of me. It was taken today at the company, when I was talking to E.T. His face was cut off from the photo and it seemed like I was holding a big bag and talking to it.

There was only this photograph, but it scared me more than the thorn one. Why? Because on the other side of it was a note. Again someone used newspaper’s clippings.



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