The whole corridor buzzing with student's chatter, occupy the hallway during the before-class minute.
The group of five boys stride forward gaining a loud of cheers as the crowd makes way for them.
Min soo, her hair tied in pony tail, the white shirt and eclipse blue skirt, fitting her the most studentest way; is on her way with strawberry milk in one hand too busy with the straw to notice the cheers for some recently won sports person.
Park-Jae hyun passes by right beside her with hands tucked in his pockets, bag hanging in one shoulder.
But there's a pull, invisible, yet noticable pull, both of them stop after three steps ahead.
Min soo looks around her- what's the matter? Turns her head back; Waiting. (The back of tall sports person in view)
Park Jae-hyun turns his head back after a second, his lips curls up; extending is already existing smile at her.
Then he continues to go on his way as the loud cheers of students comes back to the world.
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"It's okay, Ms. Ha-rin"
"I didn't know it was this bad" Ha-rin replies.
"Even though he never supported my decision of becoming writer, he was one of the reason why I kept writing"
Ha-rin bows her head down in guilt. "I should have paid more attention to you"
The boy who just entered his twenties hesitates "What do you think Ms ha-rin? Would my grandfather have liked my writings if he had read any sometimes?" He asked as he offered the glass of water from the table.
"Yes he would" she says. "Have you ever showed him your books? I'm sure he would have been impressed, your best selling books ARE the best"
"Huh? Ms.Harin? You mean 'The only sunflower I see is you' (BL) ??"
"Huh? No no no.... I meant 'I'm Awake' (young fiction) That book has nice story setting"
"Oh" he sighs. "But I liked that one more"
Ha-rin keeps the glass on the table (sighs) "This is why you're almost close to enter top10 everytime, but couldn't make it. Mr. Shinjin, the one you like and the one you're best at writing are completely different"
The man in front fidgets his finger, like he doesn't know what to do next. He glanced over the photo surrounded by white lillies inside the memorial hall.
Ha-rin calls his name to make him look at her.
"Take a little break. I'll take care of manager" she relieved him.
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The door of old funeral hall makes creak sound all the way as it swings open.
The dark room is only visible with the light falling from outside the door. It's filled with cold fog, making it even more difficult for any visibility.
The hum of freezer swallowed the noise at first as the shadow enters in.
But then it's crystal clear. Unmistakably, audible.
From behind the steel doors of the mortuary cabinet came a faint, desperate thud.
The hands covered with black leather jacket sleeves reaches out to open the drawer.
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From the drawer, Dr. Shin-Seo-won takes out the brown cover containing a bunch of papers.
"The results came out..... I.... I have been warning you so many times to not to overload yourselves with work.... And."
"Am I going to die?" Yoon Ha-rin interrupts.
Dr. Shin sighs. "Ahhh why are you like this"
Ha-rin knew that something was wrong with her, when she casually started getting sudden flashes when she holds her pen to write. When she started to get a second long spin before her eyes on her way back home with groceries.
"Ms. Ha-rin" The doctor calls her out from her thoughts, rolling his eyes "you're too dramatic"
Ha-rin straightens up - "O- so I'm not dying?"
"The scans aren’t showing a tumor, but your brain activity is… off. It might be inflammation.”
“You mean an infection?”
"Possibly. If it’s encephalitis, we caught it early — that’s good. But with the brain, early is still unpredictable.”
"En-sep-tis... What?"
Dr. Shin smiles softly “En-sef-uh-ly-tis. It just means your brain is swollen. Not because you did anything wrong — it’s your immune system overreacting.”
"It's curable?"
He pauses.
Quietly he begins “Sometimes it is. Sometimes it isn’t."
He leans forward keeping his hands on the desk, now in a little serious tone.
"With encephalitis, it’s never the same for two people. Some wake up perfectly fine in a week… others lose small pieces of themselves along the way. What I can tell you is — you have a chance. And we’re going to use it. I suggest you to get hospitalized."
Ha-rin sits. Unmoved. Like a stone. As if the doctor is still explaining her what is demonetisation, and it's importance in the economy.
"Ms. Ha-rin"
"I'll think about it" she smiles and takes out a file out of her bag as if it's her turn for the presentation.
"Mr. Shimpson," she brightens up. "I've come here to remind you that you're very close to your deadline."
Dr. Shin laughs. "Mr. Ha-rin..."
Ha-rin holds up her palm to stop him. "Now I'm not a patient but a editor speaking to my writer" she pouts as he doesn't play along.
"Okay, I'll submit it soon. You know my schedule, I was busy here in hospital."
"Yeah, but you can't keep your readers waiting for long!" She teases. Handing that file to him, "there are some changes in the clauses made by company, glance at it once. I'll take my leave."
Ha-rin stands up "bye, Dr shin" and walks towards the door to exit.
"Ms. Ha-rin,"
She turns back
"I'll be waiting for your decision." Smiley face
Ha-rin smiles back.
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Such a big hospital
Ha-rin strolls aimlessly around the hospital.
Such a big world
So many people
But why is it always me?
It's fine. It's curable. I can get fine if I get proper medications. This is nothing big.
She keeps telling herself.
Phone vibrates.
Boyfriend
She rolls her eyes and hangs up the call.
She goes sit on the bench where all other people also sit, some waiting for their name to be called, some waiting for their gaurdian to come back after completing their paper works in reception desk.
After few minutes her phone rings again.
Manager.
She keeps her phone to her ear,
"Yaa... I want you to complete arranging the writers meet within two days"
"Sir but it was-"
"And I have sent you a list, get those on your way when you get back from your meeting."
"S-"
Phone hangs up
. . . . .
Ha-rin glares at her phone. She could just... AghhhhH
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The sound of lousy footsteps followed by steady, authoritative footsteps echoes through the basement parking where there's anything but cars parked all over.
His already gunshot right leg is properly evident by the way he tries to drag his leg along with him. His one hand holding his left part of his torso crashes on a car. The car starts to beep it's alert along with lights being on and off.
Kang Eun-woo stands watching him struggling with his hands inside his pants pockets.
"Why? You can lock people inside, but can't stay inside yourself? Huh?"
"Who the.... heck are you even....."
Another bullet inside his thigh from silenced gun.
"I know that bitch paid you to do this to me!!! Tell her to come see me directly!!!" The man rages up at the shot.
Kang Eun-woo reaches him, kneels down at his level grabbing his fist full of hair, "I've come because I wanted to" He lowly growls. "Nobody needs to tell me what I have to do. And guess what?" . . .
He lets out a dark chuckle. "I WILL kill you. Why? Because I CAN kill you" the man inspects inside Eun-woo's eyes.
Those eyes,
He's filled with anger, yet there's no hint of anger in his face. His words come out like it's so normal to speak about killing anyone. It's his daily routine.
When that Psychopath met a higher level of Psychopath.
The moment that bloody man realised -
Kang Eun-woo stands up on his feet smirk on his face, as the man below starts begging with his icy shrinked wrinkly fingers holding Eun-woo's legs.
"You stomped on the little life of your own son everyday"
His eyes now sharp looking down at his target loading his gun
The bloody man now starts crawling backwards.
"Broke his rib, exploited daily and finally killed him!!!"
He takes one step at a time, slow, dangerous.
He points the gun.
Ready to shoot
. . . .
Kang Eun-woo, his black leather jacket shines at the orange beam of lights.
A beat.
A instinct, made him turn his head.
A small little girl
No it's a woman, stood beside the car, now slowly sits down behind as if she was never here. As if he would not know where she is. She did not happen to witness the process of murder by a man holding a GUN.
He stood there, kept holding his gun out but couldn't fire. The bloody man took his chance and escaped from there.
Kang Eun-woo turns around walks to the car ignoring that man getting out of the place.
He peaks down from the other side.
Ha-rin looks up at him from the floor.
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