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LSM Lost Files #12: Clear My Mind

“Darling… Wakey wakey…”

I groggily opened my eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them as my vision started to clear. My blurry eyes slowly focused on the source of the soothing voice like a camera.

“Ah… Someone’s finally awake,” he whispered in Japanese as he gave me a good morning kiss. “Morning, Yori…” I replied as I sat up on our bed.

His kind smile greeted me as he picked my specs off the side table and placed them on my face.

“Morning, Wifey. Time to get ready to visit Mina,” he said, gently pulling the covers off me. “I already turned on the water heater, your outfit is hanging behind the bathroom door, and your contacts are on the sink.”

“Great… I’ll go get ready…” I mumbled as I slid out of bed and shuffled on over to our bathroom.

I heard a small chuckle coming from him as I closed the door, not bothering to lock it since I don’t mind him walking in on me. As I turned towards the mirror, a sticky note on the glass caught my attention. I plucked it off and read it.

Morning, beautiful :)! Just wanted to let you know that you’re the luckiest thing that happened to me.

~Yori

I smiled and folded it up into a quarter, before walking over to my jeans and putting the note into my pocket. I had a feeling that I’d need it later. Things weren’t the brightest at the moment, so I would need every bit of positivity I could get.

“Keep it together, Son Chaeyoung…” I said to myself as I stared at my reflection through the mirror.

My head was full of things, things that kept me up at night, things that made me unsure about what was to come, things that made me feel lost, afraid… Tired…

Snap out of it.

I sighed and started to undress. I had no time to waste, Mina was waiting for me. I quickly freshened up, putting on my contacts and the outfit that Yori helped me to pick out. I headed out of the bathroom and down the stairs to my living room, where Yori was packing bentos into a cooler bag. He placed the last box into the bag before sealing it. I walked up to him, and he noticed my presence and smiled softly.

“What are those?” I asked. “Bento boxes. Mina said that she wanted something besides hospital food, right?” he replied.

I did a facepalm as the memory of her saying that came back into my mind. Aish… Chaeyoung!

“Ya… Don’t do that. You’ll hurt yourself,” Yori chuckled.

He gently pulled the hand off my forehead and kissed it before cupping my cheek with his hands.

“You look extra gorgeous today…” he whispered sincerely.

Yori said those words almost every morning, and I would usually squeal and leap onto him for a kiss, but today… I wasn’t feeling it. I sighed and pushed his hand away.

“That’s what you say everyday,” I said flatly, “Come on… Let’s go.”

I headed towards the door, leaving Yori behind. I heard him chuckling, and soon he followed me out to the garage. We got into the car, he started the engine, and we drove off towards the hospital quickly. Unlike our usual rides… This ride was silent.

I idly stared out of the window, watching Seoul whizz by me in a blur as I let myself space out. This has become a hobby of mine these past few days. In my dazed state, I could hear Yori softly humming the tune of a song as he drove us along the way. It’s amazing how he managed to always stay so positive.

Traffic was kind, and we managed to reach the hospital rather quickly. Yori re-shouldered the cooler bag as I got out of the car, and we walked together to the reception desk silently. A nurse looked up from behind the desk, and as soon as she recognised us, she smiled.

“Hi there! Here to see Myoui Mina-nim again, I suppose?” she asked kindly.

She had been working behind the reception desk for the past week. In fact, she was the same nurse who was here the night Mina got admitted. Sana told me that Momo yelled at her that night because she was panicking. I smiled and nodded.

“Ne! May I go in?” I asked. She nodded and smiled. “You know which lift to take,” she said, gesturing in a direction.

I smiled and gave her a small bow before walking towards the lift lobby. We got into the lift on the far right and took it to the floor where Mina was staying. Our footsteps echoed against the floor as we made our way down the hallway, towards the sole wooden door at the end of the hall.

Yori and I stopped in front of the door as we reached it. I took a deep breath to compose myself before knocking.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Come in…”

I took another deep breath and forced a smile, before sliding the door open.

“Mina-unnieee!!!” I squealed, although I noticed that my excitement sounded more and more fake everytime I said it on a new day. “Ah… Chaeng… Yori…” Mina said softly.

She smiled her gummy smile and stretched out her arms, beckoning me for a hug. I ran to her and hugged her tightly before letting go to smile as bright as I could at my sister.

“I’m back!” I announced. Mina chuckled and nodded. “I… Can see that…” she smiled.

Mina looked much stronger now, she didn’t spell her sentences word-per-word like she did last week. Still, she looked weak. She looked too weak.

“Annyeong, Mina-ssi!” Yori greeted as he closed the door. “I packed some bentos for you since you said you wanted something other than hospital food.”

Mina laughed gently. I pulled up a chair and sat down next to her, taking her hands in mine as she smiled at Yori.

“I was… Joking…” she said. Yori scoffed and pulled out the bento boxes. “Well… That’s a shame… But I doubt I’ll be taking these back. We’ll just have to tell the staff that we’ve settled lunch for you,” he chuckled.

Yori walked over and handed Mina-unnie her bento box.

“Sukiyaki-don,” he informed her as I took it from him and laid it down in front of Mina-unnie. “Woah… I was… Craving… This…” she mused. “Arigatou… Yori-kun…” “Mondai nai…” Yori waved it off as he proceeded to hand me my bento.

I received it from him and opened it up. The smell of his delicious cooking wafted into my nose as my stomach growled, suddenly realising that I didn’t eat breakfast.

Hang on… Yori had prepared breakfast for me at home. I saw the food on the table when I walked down. But… I went straight out to the garage… Without even paying attention to it. Oh my gosh… Chaeyoung… What was wrong with you?

“Ya! What are you girls waiting for? Go on! Dig in!” Yori said with a big smile, handing us chopsticks. “The bento won’t eat itself!”

I stared at Yori, feeling like shit. He didn’t even mention it. He… Oh gosh… Yori…

“Are you… Gonna join… Us?” Mina asked softly, waking me from my thoughts. Yori chuckled. “Of course! I’m hungry too!” Yori said cheerfully, sitting down next to me and pulling his box out.

Of course he was. I made him skip breakfast too.

“Gosh… This is… Delicious… Yori!” Mina sighed as she began eating. “Ah… It’s nothing compared to Minsoo-hyung’s, Jeongyeon’s, or Jihyo’s cooking… Or yours for that matter!” Yori said humbly. Mina smiled and turned to look at me. “You’re… So lucky… To have him, Chaeng…” Mina whispered warmly. “I get that a lot,” I replied as I picked up a piece of beef and sent it into my mouth.

Fuck. Why did I have to sound so snarky?

I looked up at Mina, finding her staring at me silently.

“W–What is it, Unnie?” I asked, feeling guilty.

Mina smiled and shook her head.

“Nothing… I was just… Spacing out…” she uttered, going back to her bento.

I nodded and went back to my food. I didn’t know what to say to her. Times were tough for Mina now. A lot of things happened to her, but somehow she remained strangely calm. Just a few days ago, I was here with her and the other Twice members when Sana and Momo returned from Red Velvet’s dorm… To bring her the news that Ansel had just been shot and killed by Park Manse.

Everyone expected her to cry, everyone expected her to bawl and scream, shedding tears of grief as soon she heard the news. I remembered Nayeon and Jihyo immediately rushed to her side and hugged her tightly that day, afraid that Mina might lose it, but instead, she only sighed and closed her eyes calmly, saying “At least… He died a hero”, before asking Sana and Momo to accompany her to visit his grave once she was discharged.

Mina’s calmness throughout this entire situation still had me baffled, had all of us baffled. I knew she let Ansel go willingly, I knew I was the one who appealed to her kindness when she initially refused to let Ansel go, but… She couldn’t possibly be that calm, right? Her boyfriend was killed! Maybe she was still in shock, maybe the reality still had not fully dawned on her yet. Gosh… My unnie…

“Ansel… Would have… Loved this…”

I looked up as I heard her. Mina was staring at her bento box, and I could see that her hands were trembling a little. I drew in a breath. This could go two ways…

“Unnie… It’s… I–It’s okay to cry…” I whispered, repeating the words that I had been saying to her these past few days.

Mina stared at her bento box silently for a few long moments, but then she lifted her face, gazing straight into my eyes. Her eyes were gleaming, but… She was smiling.

“I’m… Fine, Chaeng…” she whispered. “Are you sure?” I asked her.

Mina nodded again, but I wasn’t convinced. I opened my mouth to ask her again, but then I felt Yori’s hand on my shoulder.

“Baby… I’m sure she’s fine…” he assured me.

Suddenly, I snapped.

“You don’t know what she’s feeling, Yori! Don’t talk like you can speak on her behalf! Why are you so fucking nosy!” I yelled.

Yori blinked silently, staring at me, clearly stunned at my sudden hostility. To be honest, I was stunned too. I knew I shouldn’t do that. Why did I yell and curse at my own boyfriend… My own fiancé? He did nothing wrong… He… Fuck, Chaeyoung! What was wrong with you?

“Y–Yeah… You’re… You’re right,” Yori uttered, before turning to look at Mina, “Joesonghaeyo, Mina-ssi…” “It’s… Fine, Yori… And… Please call me… Noona…” Mina said softly. “E–Eh?” Yori stuttered, flustered at Mina’s sudden remark. Mina smiled. “You’re… My sister’s… Husband to be. That makes you… My brother in law… So… ‘Noona’. Please,” she said warmly.

I felt my cheeks blushing red hearing Mina’s words, my heart fluttering. She addressed me as her sister. She was thinking about my wedding with Yori. Why was she so kind? She was thinking about me… When she was the one who was hurting and suffering. And I… I was being an asshole.

“L–Let’s… Let’s… Finish our meal,” I uttered, feeling embarrassed for my actions.

An awkward silence filled the room, all of us unsure of what to say or do other than finishing our food. Yori helped to take all the empty containers, storing them back inside the cooler bag. I took a deep breath and forced a smile as I looked at Mina.

“So! What do you wanna do today, Unnie?” I asked as I pulled up my bag, “Nintendo Switch? Board games? Or are you still playing Apex on your phone?”

I noticed that she hesitated a little before answering.

“Actually… Yori-kun… Forgive me, but… Can I talk to Chaeng… In private for a while?” she asked gently. Yori nodded and stood up quickly. “Sure thing. I’ll be right outside,” he said.

Yori gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze before walking out, closing the door behind him. I turned to look at Mina, and as I gazed into her gentle eyes, I felt more and more guilty. Still, somehow, I kept my rock hard façade on.

“What is it, Unnie?” I asked, trying to sound as calm and cheerful as I could. “Chaeng… What’s… Going on?” Mina whispered. I raised an eyebrow. “W–What… What do you mean?” I asked. “Why… Are you acting like… This?” she asked.

My heart was beating faster. Guilt was eating me from the inside. I avoided her eyes.

“I–I… I don’t… Understand… Acting like what?” I lied. “You’ve been acting… Like this… For the past… Few days. Is… Everything alright?” she asked. “Umm… Yeah? What–” “How much sleep… Have you two been… Getting?” Mina cut me off. “I–I…” “You and Yori… You’ve been spending… At least half a day here… Everyday, since… I was admitted,” Mina pointed out. “I… We… We need to take care of you, Unnie! We’re fine! We’ve been getting enough rest! Y–You shouldn’t worry about us! We’re–” “Nae dongsaeng…”

Her words stopped my ramblings. I felt tears starting to flood my eyes. Mina rarely ever called me ‘nae dongsaeng’–’my little sister, unless she wanted to say something really important to me.

“Look at me…” Mina whispered.

Slowly, I lifted my face. I tried so hard to keep my tears from falling down, and my eyes felt so heavy. My heart ached. Mina reached to grab my hand gently, rubbing her thumb on my knuckles.

“You… You two should take a break… It's the weekend now… You two should… Just go… Have a date… Have some rest. Jihyo and Minsoo are coming… Later…” Mina said.

I stubbornly shook my head, avoiding her eyes again.

“N–No… No. It’s… Fine. We’re fine. I’m fine…” I uttered. “Son Chaeyoung… Listen to me…” she interjected.

I looked up at her again. Mina wasn’t smiling. Her face was dead serious. She was gazing straight into my eyes. It felt like she was peering into my soul.

“You shouldn’t treat Yori… Like that... You… Shouldn’t be like this. That’s no way… To treat a man…” Mina whispered.

My heart was churning inside my chest. My lips trembled. Fuck. I was about to cry.

“I know… You’re… I know you’re sad because of me… But… That’s not an excuse to be… Mean… Towards your fiancé…” Mina continued. “I–I…” “You need… To treasure him. You need… To treasure Yori. It’s… Hard to find… Someone… Like him…” Mina whispered.

I looked down, finally letting my tears fall, feeling like shit. She was right. She was absolutely right.

“I–I…. I know… Unnie…” I sobbed. “I’m… Sorry….” “He cares so much… For you… You need to… Hold him close… Treasure your time… With him…” Mina continued. “Y–You’re… Right…” I admitted. “... Don’t… Regret it later…”

Suddenly, my ears picked up the beeping sound of the heart rate monitor beside her bed. It was… The intervals were getting shorter. I looked up, finding Mina trembling. I realised it immediately.

She was angry at me. She was angry because I treated Yori unkindly. She was angry because I was acting ungrateful while I still had my fiancé by my side, while she was… Ansel was... Oh God…

“U–Unnie?” “... Don’t… Regret it… Don’t… Don’t… Be like me…” Mina stuttered, clearly sounding angry.

Beep… Beep... Beep... Beep…

“... I… Even if I want to… I… Can’t… Cherish my time… With Ansel… No more… I… It’s too late for me…” Mina whispered, her voice shaking.

Beep.. Beep.. Beep.. Beep..

“Promise me… Chaeyoung… Don’t… Don’t… Regret it…” Mina said, staring at me. “U–Unnie… You’re…” “Promise… Me… Chaeyoung…”

A single tear rolled down her cheek. I glanced at the monitor. It was flashing red.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Unnie… C–Calm down… I…” “Chaeyoung… You’re not… Answering. Promise me…”

BeepBeepBeepBeep

“U–Unnie…” “PROMISE ME!”

I was stunned. Mina had never yelled at me before. She was glaring at me. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks, her body shaking as I heard audible sobs coming out of her. I quickly grasped her hands, squeezing them tightly.

“I–I… I promise, Unnie. I promise!” I said.

Mina kept glaring at me for a few moments, but then she started hyperventilating.

“Chaeng… I… I…”

I panicked.

“YORI! YORI!!!”

The door slid open immediately.

“GET THE DOCTOR!” I cried.

He nodded and quickly ran. I turned back to Mina and clutched her hands.

“Chaeng…” she whispered. “Unnie… Breathe… P–Please… Please…” I started sobbing.

Her eyes started closing. Her hands slipped off mine as her body started slumping. My heart stopped beating. Oh no. No. No no no no!

“U–Unnie? M–Mina-unnie… S–Stay with me! MINA-UNNIE!!!” “Get away from her, Chaeyoung-ssi.”

I turned, finding Professor Yoojin running to us with her assistant. She quickly got to Mina’s side and pulled an oxygen mask from one of the machines. She strapped the mask to Mina’s face and turned to her assistant.

“Get me 1 milligram of Midazolam!” she ordered.

Her assistant quickly ran to one of the cabinets and produced a bottle and a feeding syringe. She stuck the syringe into the bottle and pulled the plunger back slightly before promptly running back to Professor Yoojin, who lifted the mask off Mina’s face and placed the syringe into her open mouth. She pressed the syringe against her gums before pushing down on the plunger.

In a few seconds, Mina’s heart rate slowed back to normal. Her eyelids closed completely, and she started snoring peacefully. Professor Yoojin sighed. She placed the oxygen mask back on Mina’s face and straightened herself, handing the syringe back to her assistant, before turning to look at me.

“She’s asleep now. Don’t worry…” she said calmly. “G–Gyosunim… I…”

Professor Yoojin smiled, but she looked at me seriously.

“She needs rest. Now… It’s best for you to leave,” she said. My eyes widened. “B–But…”

A familiar pair of hands wrapped around my waist. Yori pulled me into a hug and stroked my hair. Instinctively, I hugged back. His warmth felt nice… It felt fresh… Like I hadn’t hugged him for a long, long time.

“Babe… She’s in good hands. Let’s let her rest, okay?” he whispered. “But…” “Noona needs her rest. Jihyo and Minsoo-hyung are coming later, and we can always come back tomorrow… Right, Gyosunim?” Yori said. “That is preferable. Mina needs to relax,” she said calmly.

I blinked my tears. I felt like shit… Even more so now. I had just put Mina’s life in danger. It was my mistake.

“Y–Yeah… Let’s… Let’s go…” I whispered eventually.

I released Yori and walked to pick up my bag, before bowing a little to Professor Yoojin and walking straight out of the door, leaving Yori behind. Still, he caught up to me as I reached the lift lobby. I felt his hand slipping into mine. He opened his mouth to say something, but I lifted my hand to stop him.

“Don’t,” I said curtly, “Don’t tell me that it wasn’t my fault, because it was.”

Yori stared at me silently for a few seconds before nodding. We entered the lift silently, and we rode it down to the lobby in silence. We walked out of the building into the parking lot, entering our car. Yori sighed and turned to look at me as he started the car.

“Where to?” he asked. “Home…” I replied flatly. “I need to clear my head.”

He nodded and remained silent. The trip back home was equally silent as once again I stared out of the window. Somehow, my week just got a lot worse. I knew I shouldn’t be the one feeling this way, but it was impossible to not feel like that with this amount of shit surfacing at every available turn.

Mina was right. I should not have treated Yori this way, and most importantly, I shouldn’t have snapped at Yori in front of her. No matter how calm she might look, the fact remained that she was still grieving over Ansel’s death… And here I was, acting like a sulky, spoiled brat, and because of what? Because I was feeling sad over my sister? I should have known better. I was so childish, so selfish. I was an ungrateful bitch.

As soon as we got home, I silently got out of the car and entered the house. I needed to calm myself down, staying away from Yori for now. I made a beeline up the stairs into my favourite place in the house, the one place where Yori would not walk in on me.

The art room.

There was something about the familiar smell of paint and clay that put my mind at ease. I turned on the lights. The late afternoon sun shone through the blinds covering the window, casting shadows across my canvas on the easel in the middle of the room, where my unfinished painting of our backyard resided.

I sighed and plopped myself down on the stool in front of it. My eyes wandered across the outlines of the trees and shrubs that I sketched out with charcoal weeks ago. I hadn’t been able to progress much with this painting ever since this whole fiasco blew up in my face… I guessed this was the best time to work on it.

I got up and raised the blinds on the window, giving me a clear view of the garden, the lush greenery washing me with a strange sense of calm and serenity as I stared outside the window. I stared silently out for a few moments… Letting my mind wander off, trying to gather my will and creativity to start painting.

But I couldn’t. Not like this.

“Fuck… I need to smoke,” I uttered.

I walked over to my bag and unzipped the front pocket. I reached in, expecting to find the familiar feel of my cigarette box, but instead, I pulled out a note.

“The… Fuck?”

I unfolded the paper and read it.

‘Your cigs and lighter are with me. You smoke too much’ ~Yori.

“Son of a…” I cursed as I crumpled the paper in annoyance. “Where the fuck is he…”

I stormed out of the art room and took in as much air as possible before shouting.

“TOMIOKA YORIICHI! WHERE IN THE FUCKS NAME ARE YOU?!” “Balcony!” he yelled back.

I rolled my eyes and bounded up the steps to our bedroom. I stepped through the open door and saw the familiar figure of my fiancé sitting cross-legged on the lounge chair outside. He looked up and smiled as he saw me.

“Looking for these?”

Yori lifted the two objects of my desire in his right hand, a cheeky grin plastered on his handsome face. I sighed and walked outside. I wanted so badly to curse at him and snatch my cigarettes and lighter, but something in my heart prevented me from doing so. Instead, I stood in front of him and crossed my arms.

“Whatever lecture you’ve prepared for me… Say it now,” I huffed. Yori cocked his head. “Lecture? Darling… I was just going to ask you to sit here with me while you smoke,” he said calmly.

What was he planning? I glared at him, but he met my gaze undetteringly.

“Or… You could always not. I could always not let you smoke…” he shrugged. “Tomioka Yoriichi…” I said with a warning tone. “Son Chaeyoung…” he challenged, folding his arms as he stared at me.

I bit my lower lips to prevent myself from cursing him out. I sighed, defeated.

“Fine…” I muttered as I plopped myself down on the chair next to him. “That’s the spirit,” he chuckled.

Yori handed me my box of cigarettes and lighter. I rolled my eyes and opened the box, pulling out one of the long, white cylinders filled with tobacco. I placed the cig in my mouth, turning the wheel of my lighter a few times before I finally got a flame.

I lit my cigarette and extinguished my lighter in one swift motion, placing the lighter and cigarette box on the table before leaning back in my chair and taking a draw from it. The nicotine managed to somewhat clear my mind for a split second, before the effect faded as I exhaled, letting the smoke escape my lungs.

“You okay, Honey?” Yori whispered. I sighed. “You know the answer…” I replied flatly.

I saw him nodding from the corner of my eye, before reaching to the side of his chair and producing something. Curious, I turned to him and saw him holding a bowl of freshly sliced strawberries.

“Figured you’d need this…” he smiled as he placed the bowl between us. “You always feel better after eating strawberries…”

I stared at the bowl of my favourite fruit. The red, tantalising skin dotted with white spots suddenly looked unappetizing for the first time in my life.

“Don’t want it…” I muttered, taking another drag out of my cigarette. “So you’re going to relinquish the title then?” Yori quipped. “What title?” I asked. “Strawberry Princess…” he chuckled. “Ya…” I said exasperatedly, but I felt a giggle building up inside me.

I feigned a cough to hide my chuckle, and I closed my eyes and laid my head back on my chair. The cool, fading winter breeze tickled my face as I felt my hair getting ruffled by the wind, but I couldn’t care less.

You’ve been acting like this for the past few days… Is everything alright?

Mina’s words echoed in my mind. Nothing was alright. Ansel’s dead. Sana looked distraught, as were Nayeon and Jihyo, the two other IPG members. Jeongyeon told me that the IPG was practically disbanded after they found out about Suzy’s secrets, and now… Manse threatened Suzy that he would retaliate. He would bring the war that Suzy wanted.

For some reason, I couldn’t care less about the war. I wasn’t part of the IPG. It shouldn’t be my problem right? What bothered my mind was Mina’s condition. I didn’t know when she would be able to be discharged, and even after that… Would she ever be back to her normal self? Her boyfriend was murdered… Gosh… I couldn’t even begin to imagine what she must have gone through. I couldn’t even imagine how I would feel if Yori…

You need to treasure him… Don’t regret it later.

Yori… Our wedding. By now, we were supposed to be husband and wife. We were supposed to get married the day after I proposed to him. If none of this happened… If Mina didn’t stab herself…

CLICK

My eyes snapped open as I heard the familiar sound of my lighter. I turned to the source of the sound and saw Yori with a lit cigarette in his mouth.

“Y–Yori? What are you…” I stuttered.

He smiled.

“You seemed to be hooked on these. Might as well try it, right?” he shrugged.

With that, he took a drag…

And he dropped the cigarette almost instantly. He clutched his throat, coughing and sputtering.

“Holy *cough* shit! This… *cough*... is fucking *cough*... foul! It’s.. *cough* awful!” Yori kept hacking as he clutched the chair.

I stared at him blankly, and for the first time in days…

I laughed.

I laughed hard, watching my fiancé cough and stick his tongue out like he just sucked a lemon. I kept laughing and laughing, cackling loudly. He looked at me, his face full red, looking hurt.

“How… *cough*.... H–How the fuck do you take at least a few of these… *cough*... A day?” he grimaced.

He picked the cigarette off the floor while continuing to cough. I was too busy laughing to reply to him. I doubled over in my seat, clutching my stomach as tears stung my eyes.

“HAHAHAHAHA! Oh–Oh my God, Yori! You… You should’ve seen your face!”

I cackled as he extinguished the barely smoked cigarette and placed it back inside the box. Slowly, he started laughing too.

“Never again!” he declared, sliding the box of cigarettes back over to me.

I chuckled and picked it up, pocketing it as he recovered. I turned to look at him, and his gaze met mine. That gaze…

I had to talk to him.

“Yori… We…. We need to talk,” I uttered. “I’m all ears,” he said calmly, sitting up straight at attention.

I pursed my lips as I extinguished my cigarette and looked at him.

“I’ve been… I’ve been an ass these past few days, haven’t I?” I asked sheepishly.

Yori puffed his cheeks slightly, but he remained silent.

“Just… Be honest with me,” I assured him.

Yori let out the air in his mouth before slowly nodding.

“A little… But I understand,” he said.

He got up and walked over to my side. Kneeling next to me, he embraced me in a loving hug.

“I know… Things are tough for you right now, Chaeng… Really tough. You’ve got a lot in your mind, a lot of things happening around you… And they’re not exactly happy things as well, But…”

He looked up, staring straight into my eyes.

“... I’ll always be here for you, okay? Just like you’re always there for Mina,” he said gently.

My lips were trembling. Why was he so fucking sweet?

“If you need to cry, if you need a punching bag… If you need someone to listen to you… I’ll be here. I’ll always be here,” he said.

My tears were welling up in my eyes. My body shook as a sob threatened to break free from my throat. I wanted to apologise, but… My pride kept me from breaking down in front of him.

“Y–Yori… I…” “I’m sorry… If I didn’t treat you well enough these days, if I didn’t support you strongly enough. I promise I’ll be better. Okay?” he said.

Why was he the one apologising? We… We rarely argued, but I realised that was because he never argued back at me. I was always the one yelling at him, while he was always the one apologising… Even if he did nothing wrong, just like right now. Yori never raised his voice at me, Yori…

“Yori…” I whispered, barely keeping it together.

Yori rested his head on mine and held me tighter.

“It’s… Okay to cry, Chaeng…”

One sentence. Once sentence was all it took for me to finally break down in his arms. I clutched onto his arms tightly, letting myself succumb to all the thoughts in my head as I let it all out in the arms of the man I loved.

“Subete no yukō, watashi wa koko ni imasu…” he muttered.

My brain could hardly translate what he said back to Korean, but what I could make out was…

Let it go. I’m here for you.

I knew he was. I knew he always will. I cried. I bawled, I screamed. I wailed. I cried for what felt like hours, letting all my sadness and the heaviness of my heart be washed away by the tears streaming like a torrent out of my eyes. When I was finished… My eyes were hurting, my throat was sore…

“Better now?” Yori whispered, squeezing my shoulders as he gently massaged them.

I shook my head weakly, not even having the strength to lie to him anymore. I still wanted to cry, but I had no energy to do it. I was so tired. I was exhausted. I was exhausted at wishing that somehow all of these were just a terrible dream, but… It was reality. Yori chuckled and stroked my hair.

“Good thing I was prepared for it, then…” he whispered. I looked up at him. “P–Pre… Prepared?” I asked, my voice hoarse and raspy.

Yori smiled and nodded. Silently, he scooped me up into his arms, carrying me away from the balcony. I buried my face in his chest and closed my eyes, simply enjoying his warmth. I felt us moving out of the bedroom and down the stairs. He was carrying me somewhere.

I heard the familiar sound of our digital lock unlocking, followed by the cool breeze on my legs as I heard the car door opening. He was bringing me somewhere out of the house. Yori gently placed me on the passenger seat of our car before leaving me there. A few seconds later he came back with my sneakers and placed them beneath my feet. He walked to the driver’s seat, and started the engine. I opened my eyes a little to look at him.

“Get some rest, Wifey… You need it,” he smiled.

I nodded and closed my eyes again. Suddenly I felt so tired, suddenly I felt so sleepy, like all the hours of sleep I missed these past few days came crashing back onto me. The last thing I heard was the sound of our gate opening… And I fell asleep.

* * *

Grass. Pine trees.

Those were the first things I smelled when I woke up, followed by the scent of roasting… Sweet potatoes?

I groggily opened my eyes, and found that the roof of the car was replaced by sticks above my head, with what looked like tarp serving as a roof. Fairy lights–the same fairy lights that Yori was trying to install before we went on our dinner at Itaewon earlier this week–surrounded the wooden beams overhead as they snaked across the cylindrical supports, swirling down and dangling on either side of the mattress I was on.

Wait… Is this… A tent?

I sat up on the mattress, casting my gaze around the place. This tent… Why did it look so familiar? I slid out of the mattress and looked to my side, finding my sweater and jeans from earlier had been switched out with a comfy set of clothes… My clothes.

My sneakers and socks were gone as well, my bare feet greeting me as I saw a set of slippers just next to my feet. I slipped them on and stood up, observing my surroundings…

This was a glamping tent…

There was a small couch just to the right of the bed, with a small coffee table and two bean bags on either end. On the left of the bed was a bedside drawer, with a small candle lamp accompanied by a clock made out of wood.

My eyes fell onto a cardigan draping over a chair and I walked over to examine it. As I got closer, I realised that it was my cardigan, and there was a note on it. I picked the note off my cardigan, it looked like it had been folded because of the creases on it.

Morning, beautiful :)! Just wanted to let you know that you’re the luckiest thing that happened to me. ~Yori

A smile was forming on my lips. That was the note I folded and pocketed from earlier today. Gosh, Yori… He was just so adorable.

I wore my cardigan and headed for the exit of the glamping tent. Unzipping the flap, I walked out to see that the sun was almost gone, rays of the golden sun sipping through the curtain of trees from the surrounding forest. I glanced around me. Fuck… I knew this place. But… I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Ah… You’re awake!”

I turned and saw Yori sitting on a camping chair in front of a campfire he had built. He wore his signature scarf around his neck as he clutched a pair of tongs in his hands. Just in front of him… Was the source of that smell of roasted goguma from earlier.

“Yori… Where are we?” I asked as I walked over to him. “Hm? Don’t you recognise this place? You shot your Healing Camping TTT episodes back in 2020 here!” he chuckled.

I gasped as I realised. He was right! We shot that TTT here!

“H–How did you know this place?” I asked. Yori chuckled. “Before I became your boyfriend, I was a ONCE, remember?” he said casually. “‘Boyfriend’? Ya… You’re my husband now!” I protested. “Not official yet…” he replied without missing a beat. I laughed. “Having second thoughts?” I asked. He shook his head. “Never…” he replied, before adding cheekily, “... Wifey.”

I chuckled and flung my eyes around the area. We were at the main tent at the far end of the corner, where Jihyo, Jeongyeon, and Mina won their place. I could almost picture Nayeon and Sana cooking the budae jjigae on the tent on our left together with Momo. No… Furai Momo. I could almost picture myself together with Tzuyu and Dahyun in front of the tent at the other end…

“Goguma?”

I turned to see Yori lifting his tongs, offering me a roasted sweet potato. I giggled.

“Can you peel it for me… Hubby?” I asked cutely.

Yori blushed when he heard me, but he smiled satisfactorily. Yeah… He knew the real Son Chaeyoung was back. Yori nodded and grabbed the steaming hot sweet potato with his gloved hands, intent on peeling it for me, but as soon as he grabbed it, he winched and dropped it on the grass. It was too hot.

“Ow! Hot! Hot!”

I laughed out loud and hugged his arm, resting my head on his shoulder. Somehow he was so clumsy today, and I loved it. Yori chuckled and looked at me.

“Sorry…” he uttered sheepishly. I shook my head and smiled. “It’s alright… Let it cool down for a minute…” I replied.

Yori nodded and picked the dropped sweet potato from the ground, placing it on an aluminium container on the small table in front of him, before continuing to roast the other sweet potato. I sighed as I gazed at the beautiful sunset.

I finally understood completely what Mina was talking about. She was right. It was hard to find someone like Yori. Someone who never talked too much, but knew exactly what to do to comfort me. He knew when to speak, and when he did he would say all the right words, but he also knew when to just stay silent and listen to me. He knew when to hug me, and when to just let me go and figure things out myself.

I needed to treasure him. I needed to cherish my time with him. Life was feeble, life was short, and… If I could learn anything from what happened to Mina… It was that I should make sure that every moment I spent with Yori was the one that I would remember for the rest of my life.

“Yori…” “Hm?” “I’m sorry…”

He looked at me and smiled.

“You did nothing wrong…” he replied generously, but I smiled and shook my head. “No… I’ve been an asshole this week. I shouldn’t be like that. I’m grieving for Mina-unnie… But… That’s not an excuse for treating you like shit… As I have done. Mianhae… Hubby…” I whispered.

Yori smiled and nodded. He turned, and I felt him kissing the crown of my head.

“I love you, Wifey…” he uttered softly. I chuckled. “I love you so much, Hubby…” I replied.

We sat there silently for a few moments, the cackling of the campfire the only sound heard in that beautiful evening. Yori finished roasting the other sweet potato and placed it on the aluminium container, letting it cool down.

My eyes caught the sight of a bag of beef on the side, as well as a few packed rice and containers of kimchi. A few cans of beers and bottles of soju were next to it, along with a tall thermos bottle and a crate of mineral water bottles. A chuckle escaped my mouth.

“You’ve prepared everything, haven't you?” I asked. Yori nodded. “Figured you might need a change of scenery… So I planned a glamping trip for us this weekend. Was planning to tell you after we left the hospital, but… Well… We left rather early, so I thought… Why not just drive here?” he said.

I smiled and closed my eyes, snuggling into his arm a little more tightly.

“What did I do to deserve you…” I mused. Yori chuckled. “Just… Being you…,” he said. I looked at him quizzically. “Huh?” I asked.

Yori chuckled.

“All those years ago when I was… Well… Still missing you… It was always my dream to hold you in my arms. I just wanted to kiss you… To say all those words I wanted to say before you left. Now, I get to live the dream everyday,” he said.

He smiled warmly at me and I swear I saw his eyes sparkle. As I stared at him, I felt like I went back in time as I recounted the numerous times I’d seen this exact expression, the same kind smile, the same twinkle in his eyes. I could remember them all too well…

My mind wandered back to all those years ago. We were sitting under the shade of the sakura tree in our backyard eating our lunches. I never expected him to know what was going on in my home, I never expected him to be ready to help me at all costs. He said that he and his family were one call away, and he truly was… That night when I called him, he came almost immediately, standing his ground against my Appa without fear.

When I talked to him in the hospital after he lost his eye… He still wore that same, kind smile as he spoke to me, the same twinkle in his eyes prevailing as he opened up his arms and pulled me into an embrace.

I went forward a few years later, recounting when we met again after almost ten years in 2021. Again, the same kind smile and the same twinkle was there when he assured me that he wasn’t angry… When he told me that he was happy to see me again. And… When we had our first kiss in his apartment… When he pulled away, all I ever wanted to see from then on was his smile, this smile…

Like I said, Yori knew when to speak, and when he did he would say all the right words. My heart fluttered and my face was blushing hard, unable to handle his sweetness. I lifted my face up and kissed his cheek warmly. Yori chuckled and looked at me.

“Oh, I’ve also brought you a clean canvas, an easel and your painting equipment… In case you wanted to paint the scenery here while waiting for dinner,” he said.

My gosh, Yori…

I looked around, instinctively trying to find the painting equipment, but I couldn’t find it.

“It’s in the trunk of the car. You want me to get it for you?” he offered.

I stared at him. I would love to, but… Right now it would have to wait. I shook my head.

“No… Not now. Maybe tomorrow morning,” I said.

My heart was burning. I loved him so much.

“Oh? But it’s still too early for dinner… What should we do after eating goguma?” he asked.

Tomioka Yoriichi… I would never let you go.

I smirked and pulled him to stand up. I dragged him back inside our tent, zipping the flap close behind us. Yori was confused, but a second later he understood… Because I started undressing.

“C–Chaeng…” Yori stuttered, his face blushing red.

I giggled and pushed him to the bed, climbing on top of him as I discarded pieces after pieces of my clothing. I stared into his eyes hungrily, before stooping down to kiss his lips warmly. Only then did I realise that we had not have sex these past few days… Not since that threesome with Dahyun.

“I… Want to make up for these past few days…” I whispered. “For… Acting like an ass…”

His breath hitched, and I felt something getting harder and bigger beneath my body. I chuckled and started raining kisses on his face, his jaw, his neck. Yori’s hands rested on my butt, giving it a gentle squeeze. I stared at his face, finding him grinning.

“You know… Maybe you’re acting that way because it’s your pre-menstrual period…” he chuckled.

I laughed. Yori was just so cute. That could very well be the case, because I usually get my period at the end of the month, and my mood would be foul around those days. But for some reason… I felt that this time… He was wrong. I leaned forward to whisper into his ears.

“Hubby… I have a feeling that I won’t be having my period for a while…” I whispered. “E–Eh? What do you mean?” he asked, sounding confused.

I bit his earlobe and stuck a tongue inside his ear canal, making him squirm in delight. What I was about to say was purely based on feelings, but… Who knows?

“... I think I won’t be having my period… For the next nine months…”

#lsmlostfiles #lsmu #chaeyoung #mina

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fyeah-chaeyoung · 8 years ago

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#chaeyoung #twice #p:fantaken #p:airport #e:kk #170328 #tw chae #specs #smile

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WITNESS(ES) SAY SHE REMINDS THEM OF: the smell of coffee in the morning, flowers climbing up the wall of an italian villa, a shadow in the corner of your eye. With a slight resemblance to PARK CHAEYOUNG (ROSE) of/the BLACKPINK.

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FULL FILE:

Last Name, First Name: Guiliani-So Bong, Lilith ALIAS: SAIKA Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Divine/Earth/Celestial Age: 24 Date of Birth: September 26th, 1997 Gender: Cisfemale Preferred Pronouns: she/her Species: Mixed-Blood (Child of the Realm/Remnant of Asteri) Occupation: Ivory Lotus Medical Personnel/Chemist / Professor of Forensic Chemistry and Biology Sexual Orientation: Bisexual // Feminine lean

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: Pale-ish Eye color: Amethyst with white specs Scars: Scar on lip from it being busted Piercings: a few on her ears Tattoos: Sparse space themed tattoos in various parts of her body Hair color: White Abnormalities: White lashes, eyebrows and her eyes look like jewels due to heritage, mid(right ear) to severe hearing (left ear) loss (wears coclear) Horns/ wings/ etc: Black Wings that look like they’re made of dark matter Transformed form: Her eyes glow fully white, her palms and feet begin to glow and shadow wings sprout from her back, a crescent moon forms on her forehead and cracks of white light form throughout her skin as if she was a divine marbled statue.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: Korean (fluent), Italian (fluent), French (fluent), Mandarin (fluent), English (fluent), ASL, ISL, KSL (all fluent) SECRETS: There are two sides of her to see, SAVVIES: Chemistry, Violin, Piano Powers & Abilities: Alien Physiology, Alien Magic, Mana Manipulation, Technomagic, Angelic-Force Manipulation, Healing, Telepathy, Enhanced Inventing, Gemstone Manipulation and Extraterrestrial Energy, Telekinesis, Dark Divinity, Mythic Magic, Divine Manipulation, Darkness Manipulation, Lunar Magic, Demon/Dark Psionics. Traits: Fearless, Vengeful

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: September 26th, 1997

Date of Death: [ if applying for an undead character ]

Crime Record: Clean...her involvement in the disposing of her father’s killers is unknown.

Background/Biography:

How does a man have a child with just a shadow in the night? A personification of a deity that exists in torment and darkness, a budding romance with something that only is perceived as intangible in history, a goddess even the most powerful of gods feared. Jae-hyun So-Bong could answer that question for you if he was still living. He could tell you how he fell in love with a woman who seemed to only exist in his dreams. How she gave him the most beautiful child whom he worshiped even after decades into their relationship, a regular chaebol, chosen by the goddess of the night to raise one of her many many children.

But even after years of love, and happiness, she could no longer stay, their love only able to be seen through two way mirrors made by their own powers and illusion, how they only lay together once, and Lilith was born. So-Bong held his daughter on a pedestal, treated her like a princess as she was the visual representation of how her mother appeared to him. He would whisper gently into her ear at bed time as the tike dosed that she was the splitting image of her, and maybe that was Nyx’s idea, purposely give him herself in child form, to allow him a different type of love, that would be eternal.

He’d introduced her to classical music, a staple in his family. Teaching her the delicacies of symphonies and the intricate shapes that it creates. She’d been drawn to the violin and the cello, growing fond of the pinching of strings and the vibration of beautiful sound through her jaw or the rumblings against her knees. The striping of bows in the day and dancing on the tips of her toes in the night. Trophies, ribbons, invites and alculades to a the elite prodigy, her abnormal, glowing white features, reddened cheeks ghosted with pearl lashes.

Jaehyun So-Bong couldn’t be a single father forever, and a chance encounter on a business trip in Italy united him with a princess of the name Isotta Guilianni, and again he fell hard for a beauty he just simply couldn’t understand.

Lilith was uprooted from her Korean home, Penthouses in the city were abandoned for palace like villas in the Italian country side, riding in Jag’s were substituted for horse back riding and carriage drawing. Vintage cars and paved walk-ways, any little girls dream.

But Isotta’s dark side tended to rear it’s ugly head in the presence of her step-daughter, she seemed dark, shifty and shady and any animosity was poured into Lilith’s looks, posture or behavior. She was to sit up straight always, wear certain things, talk to certain people. Her private schools filled with blonde hair and blue eyes, or chocolate manes and beautifully tanned skin, none comparing to her all white hair and features, and Amethyst eyes.

Guilianni’s shiftiness came to a head, her involvement with the Italian Mafia and their tie to the undergrounds all around the world, had led to her, and unfortunately So-Bong’s downfall. On a quiet night, instead of the top-of-the line alarm system hadn’t sounded, yet screams could be heard all over the villa. Lilith was dragged from her bed by her hair at just fifteen to be tied to a chair in their living room, her father and step-mother following.

They forced them to watch, Lilith looking her father in the eye, a daughter so attached to her patriarch that she pitied him, even as they violated her in front of him, taking turns with her body, and though pain was consuming her, it hurt more to see his heat breaking in front of her eyes. And just as she thought the torment was over, shots rang out in front of her limp form, So-Bong, and Guilianni, had been executed.

The ringing of the gun seemed to never stop, blood still sloshed between her ears from the beatings. She couldn’t hear the sirens, or hear the paramedics speaking to her, just a muffled garb overpowered by the sharp bell. Lilith could barely hear the doctor as he explained how to attach and detach her coclear. How he played up learning sign, and how he didn’t mention she’d have to fall in love with music all over again. The bow of her instruments hot on her skin, burning in the scars and images of the man who brought this such joy into her life.

The demi-god moved onto something much more concrete than her albinic look and the computer generated reconstruction of sound. Throwing her self into her studies and delving head first into STEM. The sciences kept her engaged, from the stars to the mixing of compound substances and in between with forensics. A master in her craft again, this didn’t require hearing, just the brain power she was blessed with sending her leaps and bounds past her peers.

Night terrors plagued her silent nights, the dark much more...inviting yet still. But as her mother’s blood ran through her veins Lilith sought vengeance, not pity. She’d withdrawn herself from the one thing that remained school, gathering all the money in the villa she could find to track those bastards not only all over the country, but the world. Her advanced intellect and observing Isotta during her parents marriage was easy to pick up, one by one she picked them off, months of calculating, planning. Fake passports, fake names, fake stories. A tourist, a student, a business woman, she found each monster, forcing them to look her in the eye with the barrel of a gun between theirs. But it was the last demon that she craved the end of, the one that not only liked little girls like herself, but children in general. He had to suffer. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of an execution. A pig, dripping with sweat and the stench of lust in the air, she’d cocked the gun while he was on his knees. She recreated her torture, the beatings, the stomping, and vanquished his sodemy with dismemberment. She’d locked pitiful eyes with her father that day, she did the same with him, this time eyes glowing with rage and dark wings sprouting from her back as she pulled the trigger.

With no one else, and no where else, she used the remainder of her money to continue her studies, opting to rent a suite at the top of the Ivore La Tour with the boy she rescued in tow. She continued to raise him from there, only falling into the lap of the Ivory Lotus when unknown intel brought her name across the Mistress’ desk for getting rid of Mr. Pig man. She’d offered her a job, but Lilith couldn’t bring herself to be a killer for hire, but she knew sooner or later a target would be on her back, much too young to die, she took a job in another...section of the gang, in exchange for their protection, in hopes she’d never have to turn into her mother again. She couldn’t bring herself to kill again, but the satisfaction she received from watching the light go out of their eyes erupted a darkness that indeed rivaled Nyx.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

The demi-god crossed a leg over the other, trying to keep her demeanor calm and collected. She sat as if she was still just a teen, books stacked on her head for posture, but her gaze was lazy, sleep hadn’t gotten away from her and this long away from the in-between doing these interviews was already taking a toll.

She gave them a poised smile, tucking a white strand behind her ear. “There isn’t much to tell you,” she gave, half-honestly.

“Then what were you doing at the Ivore La Tour then?”

“I live there, like I told you yesterday, and they day before that, and the day before that.” Lilith played the role well, over worked, professor trying to come off as an innocent single, business woman.

“So you want us to believe, a major chemist like you, living in a hotel we know is run by one of the biggest gangs in the city had nothing to do with the poisonings during that meeting.” The officer was growing agitated but not once did she falter.

“Absolutely, I went to work, I came home, graded papers, I had dinner and we went to bed.” She repeated.

“Right Ms. So-Bong, and no one else can vouch for where you were at 10:45pm.”

Lilith only nodded tilting her head, eyes beginning to glow, they’d had gotten too close, trying to take away the satisfaction of watching the ‘prestigious’ men writhe on the floor as she quietly shipped her coffee, only to quietly slip back into her apartment, wanting to see how the assassin’s dealt her deck up close. “Is there anything else? I have to teach Manga Cum Laude graduates how to properly dispose of uridium.”

“Absolutely...we’ll be in touch Ms. So-Bong, and we’ll make sure to take a look at that lab of yours.”

The alien, mixed-blood stopped in her tracks at the door, heels clicking violently. “If you’re coming near my lab officer, you better be damn sure you have a warrant.”

#vcaccepted #vcivorylotus

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3. Painful Revenge ↦ Choi San Mafia!au

Pairing: Choi San x Reader (female)

Genre: angst, mafia!au (non celeb)

Warnings: some swearing, violence, mention of death.

Words: 2,6k

Summary: You’re a young law student who are happily dating the handsome San. Everything seemed to go perfectly well, until his 20th birthday.

A/N: So first of all, thank you for your love for this series! Seriously, I get so many private messages and anons, it’s heartwarming.

There is not much of the boys in this part, but don’t worry, they’ll be present in the next.

I’m not sure about a lawyer’s and a prosecutor’s studies in South Korea, so I’m going to write according to my country. If anyone has any idea, please let me know!

And, I’m not a native english speaker but according to my researches, we can call attorney both prosecutors and lawyers, right? Please enlighten me if you know!

I know those law things actually take pretty long, like the courts etc, but I will maybe shorten them for the sake of the au. And it’s just fiction so I think things have to be a little spiced up.

I truly don’t like to write Y/N, Y/L/N etc., but it’s sometimes needed, so I’m gonna have to deal with it.

I did take inspiration from the kdrama, Suspicious Partner. Go watch it if you didn’t, it’s really good!

Lastly, hope you’ll enjoy it! I’m going to try to post more regularly now, since I feel a lot better.

I 2 I

“Attorney Y/L/N.”, the young assistant called from the end of the hallway, “There is a new addition to those mysterious murder cases.”

Oh, here we go again.

You sighed, “Thank you, I’ll try to read it during my break. See you.”, you took the file from his hand, quickly bowed your head then headed to your car.

After coming back from England six months ago, you were excited to finally be able to exercise your profession in your home country. Although, you didn’t think you’d be given this very important case right after your arrival. Finishing your studies in a very prestigious British university, as well as having incredible grades might have helped you enter this well-known Prosecutors’ Office. Almost five years since you left everything behind. But it still feels good to be back home.

“Good Morning! Prince Charming is waiting for you in the corner, darling. At your regular place.”, the elderly woman smiled upon your arrival.

“Thank you, Mrs. Park.”, you patted her shoulder, smiling warmly.

“Hey, babe.”, Jiwook greeted you with a quick kiss, “How are you doing?”

“Already tired. There was another murder.”, you sighed, yet again. “I think I’m going to work ‘till late at night tonight.” Jiwook squeezed your hand, giving you a knowing smile.

Jiwook and you met at the university you went in England; he had also left the country around the same time as you and you ended up in the same school. He was three years older than you and was now a well qualified prosecutor. Occasionally with specs on his nose, a casual suit covering his muscular body, he was the man everyone dreamed to have along their side. But more than his looks, he was a sweetheart. He was nice, polite, gentle, funny. Your perfect boyfriend.

Your lunch was, as always, filled with laughter and loving smiles. Jiwook would always do his best to make you laugh and help you forget, even only for a few minutes, your stressful job. Working in the same field, he knew how some cases could affect you, mentally but also physically.

“I have to go, I have a thirty-page file to read, and not in font size twenty. Unfortunately.”, you joked, picking up your belongings. “I’ll try to text you throughout the day, yeah?”, kissing him goodbye, you went back to the Office.

“I don’t understand. I-He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t. He was an amazing husband, an amazing father.”, a woman cried to your colleague. She might be the wife of one of the men who got murdered. “Please find them, I’m begging you.”

The series of murders approximatively started over six years ago; at least, that was what you all thought from the little infos you’ve got. At the beginning, the murders were scattered, making it hard to connect them. But over the years, they got closer and were, indeed, connected. The victims were men, mostly in their forties, all once part of a gang, apparently. Well, when the police questioned their entourage, they all appeared as role models. Incredible husbands, friends, fathers. Nothing that seemed out of ordinary. But, when they searched deeply, they found a common thing. They were all in touch or they all knew a member of a well known gang. His gang. The Pirates.

Everything pointed at them. They had a reason to kill those men. Maybe they were scared they’ll reveal something about the said gang? Well, whatever it was, they were the suspect number one. But, they weren’t any material evidences. Which meant that the only way to catch them was that one of them spit everything out; the murders, the reasons, etc. It wasn’t going to be easy.

People said that it might just be a coincidence. But you knew better not to believe these speculations. Everything always ended up being connected. And now that you knew they were firmly pointed, you were even more ready to put them behind the bars. You body was full on hatred towards them; they had to pay.

“Y/N, did you read the file? I had asked the assistant to give it to you.”, Chaeyoung entered your shared office, sitting down to her desk.

“Yeah, I just finished it. It’s the same.”, you stated. “A deep clean cut on the throat, then the body’s thrown in a ditch...”

“Seoul Metropolitan Police.”, one of the uniformed police officer declared showing his badge. He cleared his throat then continued, after giving a knowing look to his co-worker. “We’re sorry to wake you this late, but,”, he paused, “could we enter? I think it would be better.”

“Just say it.”, your mother shakily breathed out. “What happened?”

The officers shared a look. “Is Mr. Y/L/N your husband, miss?”, one of them asked.

“Yes, he’s my father. Could you please tell us what’s going on? Did he drink too much again and ended up being a nuisance? I’m so sorry abo-”, you got cut of.

“It’s not that, miss.”, he inhaled deeply and continued. “We found him.”

The other officer took the lead when he saw that his younger colleague was having some difficulties. “I’m extremely sorry to announce it to you, but your father was found dead.”

“Y/N! Hey, I’ve lost you, yet again.”, Chaeyoung laughed. “You should ask for some days off maybe? You look a little tired lately.”

“Is that you’re way to say I look like shit?”, you joked.

“You said it.”, she put her hands up in defense, giggling.

You laughed at her antics, “It’s just this case. It gets worse, and I feel helpless.”

“The police are investigating, you know. They’re working hard. And apparently, they are on someone. A certain,”, she went through her files, “Jung Woojin.”

“Jung Woojin.”, you repeated. The name sounded familiar.

“Again, apparently, he’s part of this gang.”

Oh. There it is. You did hear this name before. Jung Wooyoung’s older brother, Jung Woojin.

You shook your head, “Whatever. I’m going to visit my mom before going home.” You quickly tidied your desk, not forgetting to take with you the documents you had to work on. “Need anything?”, you asked grabbing your bag.

“Nope, say hello to her from me. And please, rest well, see you tomorrow.”, Chaeyoung smiled warmly, waving you goodbye.

“No worries, bye.”, you waved back, heading to your car.

Cheayoung was always like that; smiley, warm, bubbly. You sometimes felt like you didn’t give enough in return. She would always look after you, asking you if you slept well, if you had breakfast, and so on. Besides, she has to deal with your numerous mood changes. She was a good friend.

You quickly arrived to your mother’s apartment that was in the periphery of the city. Doing the door code, you entered calmly, the warmth of the inside hitting you.

“Hi, Y/N.”, your mother’s nurse, Eunha, greeted you, coming out of the kitchen.

“Hey, how are you doing?”, you smiled up to her while you took of your shoes at the entry.

“Good, what about you?”

“Just a little tired. Is she asleep?”, you hanged your coat before heading to the living room. Your mother was normally in there, unless when she was sleeping.

“Yes, she’s taking a nap. She was complaining about a weak stomach and nausea earlier, so I gave her her meds. It knocked her out.”, Eunha explained. “But I think she’ll be up soon. You want some tea?”, she went back to the kitchen after your positive answer.

Your mother suffered from a rare disease that required constant nursing now. At the beginning, it only affected her muscles. Some cramps here and there, from time to time. But over the years, it started to propagate to her organs. She mostly suffered from stomach pain, and other digestive problems. Now, she needed the help of a caregiver, her muscle pains sometimes being unbearable. Eunha was a young sweet woman who willingly took care of your mother since you got back to your home country. She helped her to shower, to cook, and so on. Your mother wasn’t fully bedridden, yet; she still managed to do simple tasks.

“Are you staying for dinner?”, Eunha put your cup of tea on the coffee table and sat down beside you on the couch.

“I’m not sure, I’m really tired.”, you yawned. “But I want to see her so I’ll probably stay until she wakes up.”, you brought the hot tea to your lips, slowly drinking the beverage.

“We cooked some sujebi, the way you like it, she said.”, Eunha tried to convince you stay, her lips slowly curling up.

You laughed, “You sound like my mom. She would always persuade me with food.”

“She trained me.”, Eunha giggling. “She told me that bringing the notion of food in the conversation whenever we get opposite thoughts with you helps changing your mind. Just wanted to test the authenticity of her statement, not that I ever doubted her.”, she laughed raising her hand up defensively.

Eunha was a joyful person. She was a couple of years older than you, in her late twenties, but she probably looked younger than you; her bubbly personality and her sometimes childlike actions hiding the reality. She was kind of like Chaeyoung.

You used to be like that. Carefree. You only cared about yourself, your family, your friends, your dog, and your boyfriend. But, you matured. Well, it was what you wanted to believe, what you always told yourself. In reality, you completely changed. Being bubbly and giggly didn’t mean to be childish but the things that happened in your life had a huge impact on you, more than you thought, and hoped. Now, you speculated everything, wanted every details of whatever happens. You always justified that side of you by saying that it was your job that required that. It wasn’t a total lie, but it wasn’t always intentional. You were always wary of everything. You were still very nice and warm, however you now mastered the art of coldness, when needed.

You spend the time conversing with Eunha, talking about your jobs, your love lives etc. She had this aura that helped people around her be at ease.

As your mother only woke up an hour after your arrival, you decided to stay for dinner, to spend some time with her. You stayed to help Eunha with the dishes, but left quickly after, your mother forcing you to. According to her, your under eye bags were way too visible for her liking for you to stay any longer. So that’s how you ended up in your house, at 9pm, in your pajamas, in front of a nice TV show. You needed that.

You fell asleep there, in a pile of fuzzy blankets and the tv still on. Your phone woke you up early in the morning. It was a new message. Groaning, you broke your warm blanket cocoon, against your will, and took your phone. Chaeyoung. Your frowned. Why would she call you this early?

“Yes?”

“Sorry, did I woke you up?”, she asked.

“Well, obviously, it’s 6 in the morning, Chae. What is it?”, you brushed your hair out of your face and sighed.

“I’m sorry, but I wouldn’t have called you if it wasn’t important. There are new infos about the suspect, Jung Woojin. Boss wants everyone in the office right now.”

You groaned, “Ok, I’ll try to be there as fast as I can. See you.”

After hanging up, you went to take a quick shower. The boss may want you right now, but your body needed to be cleaned up. You were way to tired the night before to do anything aside from stuffing your face with junk food in front of your favorite tv shows.

“It’s been a good half an hour since I called you. Really fast, I see.”, Chaeyoung grumbled once you entered your shared office.

“I’m sorry, I had to take a shower. And half an hour is pretty fast.”, you counter attacked.

She shrugged, “Here are the new infos about him. They reserved you a meeting with the suspect. And we’ll have a meeting afterwards.��I know normally it’s way slower, but it’s an important case.”

“I know, I know. I’ll get ready.”, you quickly read the documents Chaeyoung handed you then headed to the office station, where the said meeting was going to take place.

“Mr. Jung is inside, you’ll have 30 minutes with him as a first meeting.”, a police officer reported, leading you to an interrogation room.

“Thank you.”, you politely bowed.

Opening the door, you saw him. Jung Woojin. He was the spitted image of his brother.

“Good morning, Mr. Jung.”, you greeted, taking the place in front of him, on the other side of the table.

“Morning, Miss Y/L/N.”, he paused. “I can finally put a face to the name. I’ve heard a lot about you.”, he smiled mischievously.

“It’s Attorney Y/L/N.”, you tried to sound confident, “And I’m glad.”, you coldly said. “But, we’re not here to talk about me. We’re here because of the monstrosity you made.”

“I already told everyone, Attorney Y/L/N, I’m innocent. I haven’t done anything.”, he leaned back on his chair, trying to look intimidating. You’ve seen worse.

“They found your fingerprints on one of the crime scene. More so, on the murder weapon. A 6 inch hunting knife.”, you took out a picture of the said weapon out of your files. “How do you explain that?”

“It’s mine. But I wasn’t there.”, he straightened and look more serious, “Look, I know everything point at me, but I didn’t do it. I don’t how it ended up there.”

“Then just explain to me, give me evidences of your innocence.”

“I know you desperately want us inside, but, I didn’t do it, ok. It wasn’t me.”

“I know you didn’t do all of them, or at least, I don’t have proofs. But that poor guy was murdered by you.”, you declared, looking him dead in the eye. “And I’ll prove it. I hope you have a good lawyer.”

“Don’t worry, she’s amazing.”

“So,”, you regained your professionalism, “let me ask you some basic questions, where were you the night of the murder?”

And it went like that for twenty minutes; you asking questions, him answering them. He kept on claiming his innocence, but, even if you tried, many evidences proved the contrary.

“Ok, thank you, that’s it for today. I’ll see in a couple of days again, probably with your lawyer. Have a good day.” What an absurd exclamation, regarding the situation. You shook your head and collected your belongings before getting out of the room.

The moment you got out, the police officer entered it. He led Mr. Jung out, back to his prison cell, where he stayed since his detention.

“Attorney Y/L/N!”, another police officer called out. “Mr. Jung’s lawyer is also here. Would you like to meet her?”

“Yes, please.”, you gave him a polite smile as he guided you to an office.

“Attorney Choi!”, he called, catching the woman’s attention. “Here’s Attorney Y/L/N.”

The woman turned around, it was like those cliché drama scenes. But there she was. Choi Jiseon.

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