#19
No plagiarism
I ended up sleeping in Jeon Jungkook's room. Everyone else went back to their own rooms, and I just sat on the sofa, blankly staring.
"You're not going to sleep?"
"...You go to sleep."
I'm so sleepy. I have a headache and I'm just stressed out from sleeping. How could I sleep in the same room as Jeon Jungkook? How could I trust him?
"Don't do anything. You're sick."
"Does that mean you'll do it if it doesn't hurt?"
"Oh, no!! That's not it..."
I laughed at Jeon Jungkook, who blushed alone. It was surprising to see him so innocent.
"Can I ask you one thing?"
"What is it?"
"Who is bothering you...?"
How should I respond? The person who's harassing Han Soo-ji? The person who's harassing me? There are more than one or two people harassing Han Soo-ji. But there's only one person harassing me. And that person is none other than Han Soo-ji. Because of Han Soo-ji, I'm suffering and living a life I don't want.
But what can I do now? Death isn't easy, and there are too many things about it to just die. After all, I'm not living this life for no reason.
"Don't try to find out. If you don't want to die either."
I have nothing to say. I don't wish for their deaths, so all I can do is give them a warning, a warning that's not really a warning. They say you have nothing to fear when you have nothing to lose, but that person instilled fear in me. They're not my family, but I couldn't help but feel fear because I was feeling Han Soo-ji's emotions.
Even if I weren't Han Soo-ji, that person would have been scared. Just looking into his eyes made me suffocate. What an unlucky bastard...
"What on earth are you hiding..."
"Do you know anything about me?"
"uh...?"
"I didn't mean to offend you. You weren't interested until now, were you? Why do you keep asking for information now?"
Jeon Jungkook couldn't open his mouth. He probably had nothing to say. Well, maybe it shouldn't be? I'm sick of bringing up the past, but you guys are starting to act so unpredictably that my head's spinning even more. So just act like you always have. Please.
"I told you, I want to be with you."
"hey..."
"I know it's selfish. I know it is... but I don't know. Even though I feel like this isn't right, my eyes are on you."
A somewhat serious expression. How should I take it? Would Han Soo-ji have liked him? ...Really? I wonder. Did Han Soo-ji really like Jeon Jung-kook, or was she only pretending to love him because of her father's threats? As someone who wasn't involved in the case, I had no way of knowing, but my curiosity wouldn't easily go away.
Even Kim Seokjin is already suffering from a constant stream of complex emotions. As time passes, I can sense his gaze so clearly that it's hard to turn it off.
"Try living."
"uh...?"
"First of all, don't die, try to live."
If you're alive, you'll do anything. So don't die by that person's hand. Whoever that is.
Suzy, who had been having trouble sleeping, woke up as soon as the sun rose. Then she turned on the phone next to her. There was a call from that person. It was short and sharp.
- You want to be like your brother, don't you? You'd better do it right.
Suji couldn't do anything. It was what I wanted. It was the death I so desperately wanted. But what was it that made me so afraid? Was it me who felt the fear, or was it Han Suji?
With their emotions intertwined, everything is bound to feel complicated. How long can Su-ji, who must move forward in such a situation, endure?
"Han Su-ji...!"
"uh...?"
Jeon Jungkook held Suzy's hand tightly. She was unconsciously shaking her hand, and Jeon Jungkook noticed it and rushed over. If Suzy hadn't held Jeon Jungkook's hand, she wouldn't have even known he had woken up.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh, uh..."
Suzy quickly hid her phone, fearing Jeon Jungkook would look at it. Jeon Jungkook wondered why Suzy was so scared, but he knew she'd avoid him if he kept asking, so he decided to hold back.
"...Let's go out."
It was time to go out for breakfast. Jeon Jungkook took Suzy down to the restaurant. Suzy didn't have much of an appetite, but she knew if she stayed alone, those people would flock to her again like yesterday, so she decided to eat with Jeon Jungkook. She only brought a salad, though.
"Will that be enough...?"
"I eat even though I have no appetite."
Jeon Jungkook must have been filming a mukbang since morning, because he brought quite a bit of food. Compared to him, the salad in front of me looks so shabby...
"Han Su-ji."
"....."
"I have something to say."
Park Jimin has a rather serious expression on his face. He's not someone who likes to be humble, so I don't want to talk to him.
"I have something to ask you. I don't think it would be good for you if I said it here."
...I didn't really feel like it, but when Park Jimin said that, I had no choice but to stop eating and get up. As I moved, everyone on my father's side turned their attention to me. Park Jimin noticed this and took me to his room.
"So what do you have to say?"
“The incense you use... Do you know what kind of incense it is?”
"Incense...?"
Why the sudden incense? When I gave him a look that said, "Why are you bringing that up?" Park Jimin responded with a serious expression.
"If you become addicted to that scent, you will not be able to feel pain, and if you are not careful, it will slowly numb your brain."
"Do you have a bad headache? It's because of that incense. It helps when I smell it, but if you smell it some days and don't, and keep doing this..."
"Wait a minute... how do you know that?"
That incense stick was so unpleasant. My father insisted on smoking it, so I was exposed to it without even realizing it. I didn't even know it was poisonous. But how did you, Park Jimin, know that?
"I was not sure if it was the scent you were smelling, but when I went into your room yesterday and smelled it strongly, I thought it was a familiar scent."
"I looked into it just in case, and it turns out I was right. Are you saying you've been using it all this time without even knowing what it was?"
"I don't know. What is that?"
"Who gave me that which is difficult to obtain?"
Ah, that damn bastard... Suzy was furious. I was a doll that was going to be thrown away anyway. He was going to kill me anyway. I never thought he would hold my life in his hands like that...
"Hey... you..."
"Just go somewhere and tell this story."
"That's not the problem. You could die!"
"What does that have to do with you?"
Park Jimin shut his mouth. Yeah, what's it to me? Why should I... But I never wanted you to die. And if you die because of that incense... you'll die for the same reason my mother did. The very thing I found so disgusting.
Park Jimin's mother died after receiving a gift containing the same ingredients as the incense stick she was wearing. If Suzy was the incense stick, Park Jimin's mother was the tea she drank. She loved it so much she drank it every day until her death. Park Jimin has been searching for the person who gave her that tea for years.
But the fact that Han Soo-ji was also approaching death for the same reason made me feel uneasy. Then, the thought occurred to me: could it be that the same person gave it to her?
"Tell me. Who made you burn that incense?"
"You don't need to know..."
"I beg you... please."
Park Jimin's expression darkened, then seemed sad. What on earth does that incense have to do with you...
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Sonting 🙏🏻