January 2nd 2019, Monday
23:00
DAY TWO
"Blood, are you sure, Dae-Bae?"
Deiji rolls her eyes. "Yes, I know what blood smells like."
San laughs, "babe, you must've mistaken."
"What else smells like blood?"
"I don't know," San shrugs, "you're thinking too much about it."
Deiji rolls her eyes for the second time, sinking in the chair as she watches San gulp down the chocolate bar in his hand. He crumples the wrapper in his hand and pockets the waste. San leans over the counter, inching closer to Deiji to peck her lips. He pulls back in a rush, smiling down at her. Weirded out by one of the customers yesterday, Deiji convinced San to keep him company for the time being; actually only for when the eerie customer would come in. San gladly agreed and now was spending time with his girlfriend.
"Do you think he'll be back today?"
"You mean, Seonghwa?" Deiji mocks.
"Right, the oh-so cute guy who stopped by yesterday." He sounded jealous.
Deiji laughs, "babe, don't worry. I'm not shooting my shot with him unless you're dead or something."
"Meanie." He takes a few steps to the newspaper stand. Picking out a newspaper, he reads out the headline, "the renowned author is found missing."
"Song Mingi," Deiji says, "I loved his works." She pouts watching San read rest of the article.
It could be that she was pretty distracted watching San to even notice a particular enter the store. San and Deiji carried on with a small talk, until, someone's presence grows heavy on her. She turns to her side to find the same man standing in front of her with the same industrial size bottles of bleach. He wore similar outfit even, all black. Only difference would be the styling and brands. Again, he used a black mask to cover his lower face, only his dark eyes remain exposed.
Deiji's eyes widen, and she exhales a deep breath before scanning the items and preparing his receipt. The man makes the payment in the similar way as he did yesterday, with cash. He proceeds to leave, holding the cans in his either hands but Deiji stops him.
"Umm, mister..." she calls out, "the receipt."
"I don't need it." It's the last thing he says before making his way out of the store.
San glances at Deiji, murmuring...
"Fucking weirdo."
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Holy Curse • Jeong Yunho
Fanfiction[book 1 complete] [book 2 ongoing] Every night, at 23:11, he walks in with poise, clad in all black as if dressed for someone's funeral; he buys two bottles of bleach and leaves without saying a word. His presence is cold, and his eyes are lost in t...
