HER || [Chaerji]

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Yeji's POV

Lee Chaeryeong. 21 years old. 166 centimetres tall. Lives in Seoul.

The only daughter of Lee Hyun.

I'm sitting on the bench, just right in the opposite direction of Lee Hyun's funeral. I observed every single movement of every bodyguard there, and of course, the main target, Lee Chaeryeong.

All the small details, her actions, her expressions... everything.

The place is still a bit too crowded for me to commit another murder. I don't hope to have so many witnesses to jail me.

I sat there patiently, doing nothing. I wasn't planning to end her life today anyway.

There weren't so many visitors as how it was on the first day, there were only some new faces that came, and some who had visited for three days straight. Do they respect Lee that much?

He's not worth receiving that much respect. He shouldn't be.

Those are just a bunch of blind idiots following that bastard's ass.

Suddenly, there were cars parked in front of the entrance, blocking my sight of seeing the funeral. They were quick to drive away after people in black suit attires got down and queued in two lanes.

What the hell?

Isn't that Chu Yang? Why is he here?

So ridiculous for needing that much of guards to stand in two lines just to make a lane for him to walk. Foolish.

I eavesdropped on everything they said through the device I had set up. I wonder how embarrassing it is to be not welcomed and kicked out. Clowns.

Chu Yang and his people left not long after. My finger lightly tapped my knee as I watched Lee Chaeryeong still standing there and not doing anything. Dazing out.

I observed her. She looked in my direction.

Looks like she finally noticed my presence.

I stood up and left the place, heading back to where I lived. However, something caught my attention when I was about to leave.

What are they up to? Stealing my prey?

Chaeryeong's POV

My heart was pounding heavily as the footsteps got louder and I felt them coming closer. I increased my walking pace a little, going to wherever my legs take me to.

Honestly, I had no idea where am I.

There's no one here that I could shout for help.

Tears filled up my eyes as I got afraid, I didn't know what to do other than try to escape. I ran quickly as possible.

After a few seconds they started running as well, I heard their heavy footsteps clearly. I had no idea how I ended up in this place. It's like alleys in alleys, and I am super lost.

I only kept running, and running, and running-

"Ah!—" I shouted in shock as I got pulled to the side.

"Sh." a person covered my mouth.

I looked at the person, he, or she was checking the outside, making sure that the people have left running the other way.

This person's a she I noticed when I saw the ponytail she tied. She wears all black. All I could see is her eyes, as she was wearing a face mask and a cap, which is also black.

Wait.

My eyes widened a bit when I got back to my senses. Isn't she the person I saw sitting on the bench earlier?!

She turned to look at me, her eyes gazed down, and it felt like she was judging me. I noticed her eyebrows slightly creased before taking her hand off of my mouth and saying, "You can go now."

I got a little confused.

My body tensed up hearing her voice. So cold. Her eyes still staring at mine like I'm her prey and that sent chills down my spine. I gulped.

"I said you can go now."

"I... S-Sorry... b-but I c-can't move." I stuttered.

She glanced down at my legs, only to notice my ankle bleeding from her pulling me too harshly that I sprained and scratched my ankle onto the ground. I can barely move.

"Then good luck sitting here," she said and stood up.

"H-Hey...! W-Where are you going?"

"None of your business," she replied.

I was quick to hold onto her wrist stopping her from leaving. The next thing she did leave me in shock.

She pulled her hand back to loosen my grip and pulled out a pocket knife pointing at me. Her eyes looking down, piercing through mine, "What do you think you are doing?"

"D-Don't get me wr-wrong!! I'm j-just sc-scared to be alone h-here...!"

I noticed how she gripped the knife tighter, staring at me madly, looking very offended making me tremble in fear.

She then kept her knife back in her pocket and sighed lowly. She came closer to me, took out a dark blue handkerchief and knelt down.

I looked at her confusingly, she signalled me to show my injured ankle to her. I hesitantly moved and she leaned down to have better look at my wound.

She halted for a little while staring at my ankle before she wrapped the cloth around my wound and tied it a bit too tight to which I let out a whimper. "Ouch! T-That hurts...!"

She stopped and lifted her head to look at me with no words spoken. I gulped and only looked down in silence.

Does she always have to be this intimidating?