3rd person's POV
Min can't really sleep after what happened at Daehyun's house earlier. She can't get her mind off of her sweet moment with that devil. It keeps replaying in her mind, and it was driving her insane and nuts.
Every time she remembers it, it's like his touches were still lingering on her body, sending tingles to her spine, and she somehow hates to admit that. She liked him touching her body that way. And their kiss keeps burning her whole body. She knew that was so wrong in all the wrong places, so she needs to stop thinking about it! Otherwise, she will surely go insane.
So there stood Min on their mansion's balcony, just looking outside their spacious backyard with nothing but grass and trees on it, the sky tainting black because it was already nighttime.
Min breathed in and out, placing her clasped hands on the metal railings as she touched her lips, thinking about the kiss again.
"Should I feel sorry? "But he's the one who leaned in." She heaved a very long sigh. She's thinking about it unknowingly.
"What is worrying you, my beautiful girl?" Min looked over her shoulder only to see her father, still in a business suit, walking towards her.
"Nothing, dad, I'm just... confused about something." She told me, looking at the dark and empty sky.
"Could I ask what it is about?" Min shook her head, not even hesitating.
"It's nothing really important, so don't worry." Mr. Park lowly chuckled. Knowing his daughter, he knew that his child was lying right in front of his face.
"Then why are you thinking about it if it's nothing important?" She thought about it, and his father was right. She shouldn't be thinking about it anymore if it doesn't really bother her.
It's not like it meant something, right? Min thought.
Minyoung then remembered something about what Daehyun said. She clearly remembered how the older man told her about his mother's death. His mother was murdered by someone who is still on the loose. She has been thinking about this for a long time, but she only thinks that now might be the right time to bring it up with her father.
"Dad?" He looked beside him, seeing Mr. Park looking at the sky with him.
"Hm?" Mr. Park replied, not tearing his gaze from the night sky.
"How many... have you killed?" She mumbled as she bit his lower lip. Mr. Park looked at his daughter with a confused expression. This is the first time he heard his precious girl ask such a thing.
But after thinking this through, he thought this talk might not be as bad as he thought. Since Minyoung and he had somehow grown apart because he kept his shady business in secret, he thought that maybe this talk would help him somehow mend the broken connection he once had with his daughter.
"I don't really know the number, but I killed tons." Mr. Park said it in a serious but calm tone.
Minyoung isn't even surprised. Instead, she was hurt. Just thinking about her father killing people behind her back hurts a lot because she thought of him as her role model ever since she was young. She loved how her father looked professional at things, and she respects him a lot. But now she is starting to doubt it.
Min doesn't want to think badly about her father, but she can't help but feel curious. She only wished that her father wouldn't be the one who killed Daehyun's mother. Because surely it could be possible since her father is a murderer, but she isn't taking that chance.
"Do you still recognise whom you've killed? "Maybe their names too." Min looked at his father in anticipation, but Mr. Park only shook his head.
"I'm sorry, dear, but I can't tell you whom I've killed. Because believe me, they aren't really as innocent as you think." With that, Mr. Park decided to end their conversation as he kissed Min's forehead and said goodnight.
"Sleep okay? Sleeping late wouldn't be good for your health." He said this before he walked away, leaving Min with a frown.
Both Mr. Park and Hanbyul were only protecting their child and sister. They don't want her to get involved in their dark and impure business. But thinking this through, she might not be able to escape the life that their family had in their generation for decades or even centuries. She, one way or another, might even be the clan leader someday, for all he knows, as his eldest daughter refuses to do it.
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(The next day)
Seojun has been staring at Hana for a while now. They were left in their club room to finish some paper work for the university's newspaper. He could just leave all the work to Hana, but he didn't. He stayed for a reason.
"Um ... I don't want to say this because I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, but... you've been staring at me for a while now, Seojun Hyung."Hana finally looked at him, tearing his gaze out of the papers she's been working on.
"Perhaps... you wanted to say something?"
Seojun, who was sitting on the chair beside her, crossed his arms and gave the latter a blank stare. It's weird how he only smiles at Minyoung since he finds her cute and adorable. But for the rest of the students, he would only give that blank, infamous stare.
"Not really." Seojun said, and Hana felt relieved.
"That's good then; you made me nervous for a moment." Hana held her chest and then proceeded to write.
Seojun eyed her again suspiciously, narrowing his eyes. He has been noticing things about Hana. For him, it doesn't really make sense when Hana tells them that they were the ones who left her while she was being interviewed by the police when she could've easily called them on the phone so they could come back for her.
But she didn't. And he thought that she did that on purpose, to maybe have some time to clean up 'some'mess' or something.
"I know that I just told you that I don't have anything to ask, but... is it okay if I ask you a question?" Hana stopped writing as she now focused on the older male beside him. "Sure!" She said it with a smile.
"That night, when Mr. Choi was murdered..." Hana suddenly blinked her eyes, somehow knowing where the conversation would go. "Why didn't you call when you realised that we left you by accident?" Seojun asked, examining the other's expression.
Hana scratched the back of her neck as she looked down. "I was actually annoyed a little... but then I remembered about Min's emergency, so I just decided to go there by myself. It's not like I can't do that, right? I'm grown up after all." Hana answered with a chuckle.
Seojun considered her answer, which, for him, could be the case too. Hana didn't sound nervous when she said that, so he shrugged off the feeling he was having and sighed.
Why would I even suspect her? She looked like someone who couldn't even hurt a fly. Right?
"Why would you ask, though?" Now it was Seojun's turn to feel nervous. He can't just say, 'Oh, nothing really; I just thought that maybe you are the one who killed Mr. Choi.' So instead of saying something that would really hurt Hana's feelings, he just cleared his throat.
"I'm just worried about that time. I mean, you just suddenly disappeared." Seojun said as he looked away, embarrassed. He didn't mean that; no, he just said that because that's the only lie that could make sense.
Yeah, I didn't mean it. I'm not worried about him at that time.
Hana suddenly smirked, and she has this playful smile on her face. "Ooh~ Why would you worry about me, Seojun-ssi? Do you possibly like me?"
He hurriedly looked at Hana with wide eyes. He blinked multiple times before he started defending himself.
"N-No! I didn't mean it like that!"
"Really? Then why are you blushing?" Hana laughed at the older man's blushing face that the latter tried hiding by looking away. But Hana could still see his red ears.
"I'm not blushing! It's just because you're making fun of me!"
"Don't be so grumpy about it, shall we? It's kind of cute." Hana said while clearing her throat and began focusing again on what she's writing, leaving Seojun shaking from what he heard.
I can't believe this dumbass girl is making my heart feel stupid things. Seojun muttered in his head.
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The phone of the man who is wearing a black tuxedo began ringing, making the man place his cigarette on his gold ashtray on the table. He reached for his phone and answered, bringing his feet up to his table.
"What do you need?"
"We have information about your murderer, Mr. Jeon. We found him."
The man on the other line said it in a serious tone. Mr. Jeon's grip on his phone tightened after hearing the news he just got.
"I want you to move quickly and bring me his location. Do anything to trace him, but don't kill him."
Mr. Jeon clenched his fist as his nails started digging deep into his palms, which started to bleed.
"I will kill him myself."
"Yes, Sir."
Mr. Jeon hanged up as he placed his phone down, closing his eyes, which started seeing red. He was feeling that his revenge would finally happen, and he would make sure to do anything that could kill that person for his wife.
"You dare to show up again. And here I am thinking that you've fled far away to get away with what you did." Mr. Jeon opened one of his drawers, grabbing hold of the gun he had inside.
"Your time is getting near its end, Park Hikaru. And I would make sure that you'd lose everything you have, including the ones you love."