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.


29. In the grip of bad luck, pt. III

I was thrown into the small room under the stairs.

“Wait here,” hooded man said quietly. “I have to finish my lunch.” He smiled. “It’s not like you could run away anyway. You can think about your life, if you’re bored.” And he locked me in.

“Damn...” I groaned and new tears started to flow. “Damn!”

What should I do now? I didn’t want to die...

“Heejun-ah, I’m so sorry...” I muttered.

“For what?”

I jumped frightened, when I heard a voice. I looked around, but it was too dark. Was I hearing dead people now... ?

Then a light hit me in the eyes and I looked to the left.

Heejun was smiling at me from the ventilation shaft. He was holding a flashlight. His face was dirty with something black.

“Hey, move!” I heard Inseong’s voice from the shaft. “When your butt became this big?”

“Still no match for Kimchi’s butt!” Seungjun called.

“I’m still amazed that you fit here, Seungjunnie-hyung,” Heejun said and he crawled from the shaft.

Inseong, Seungjun and Youjin came out after him.

“It took us a while to find you,” Heejun continued, smoothing his messy hair. “But still... Hyung, you’re okay?”

I realized that I was staring at him with opened mouth and widened eyes, from which tears started flowing again. Members kneeled around me.

“N-No!” I groaned with weak voice. “I’m not okay! I thought you were dead!”

“Me?” Heejun asked surprised. “Why?” Only now I realized he was wearing gray tracksuit. “Aaah, this psycho. Did he do something with my clothes!? When I woke up in the hospital, my clothes were gone!”

He’s right, I thought suddenly. I recognized only Heejun’s clothes. The victim had still covered head. How could I be so stupid... !?

When my hands were untied, I hugged Heejun tightly, just to make sure it was really him. Oh God... Now I felt safe. With all of them beside me.

“Why are you here?” Inseong asked.

“We were lucky to came here, when he was alone,” Youjin said. He tried to open the door, but it was definitely locked.

“How did you find me?” I muttered.

Youjin smiled lightly and showed me an equipment similar to a pager. Then he reached under my hood, taking something out.

“Sorry, Jihun-ah,” he said. “But it was great idea after all.”

Youjin bugged me! How and when... ?

“When you were in the hospital, doing medical check,” he answered my unasked question. “Just to test it. And it seemed that it was useful right away.”

“Where did you get it?”

“I bought it after Mr. Lee found bugs in our dorm. I realized it was a good idea to protect ourselves till the end of the case.”

Mr. Lee.

I frowned and clenched my fists.

“Where is the hooded man?” Seungjun whispered, looking around with fear.

“Outside. He needs to finish his lunch.”

“By lunch you mean –”


They sighed with relief. They probably thought about the bloody type of lunch. Seungjun finished fixing my forehead by putting a plaster, and I could get up. I staggered. My legs felt so weak because of the stress...

“Did he do something to you?” Youjin asked menacingly, keeping me straight.

“Not him... Well, him too, but not only...”

“What do you mean?”

I explained everything to them, until we were alone. They were as shocked as me, when they got to know Mr. Lee’s true face. But now everything was clear.

“How’re things outside?” I asked.

“We don’t really know,” Inseong admitted.

“Wait, isn’t Grumpy with you?”


“Are you crazy!?” I shouted, but they quickly covered my mouth with their hands.

“We got separated,” Heejun hissed. “Youjin-hyung left another tracker in our car and send a message to manager, so they should be here soon.”

“’Soon’ is a very relative word,” we heard suddenly and clung to the wall.

Hooded man finished his lunch and now was standing in front of us, playing with his knife. He smiled widely like a Cheshire Cat, which gave me dreadful feeling.

“Come on! Let’s play~”

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