ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ɪɪ || ᴋᴛʜ & ᴊᴋ

Chapter 13 || Yearning

Kang Yeri was instructing Dong-ha and a few other men when she heard a knock on her office door.

“Come in,” she said, half expecting it to be Kim Jungkook’s minion with some or other document or instruction, but surprisingly it wasn’t.

It was Kang Y/n or rather, Kim Y/n.

Kang Yeri knew that Y/n and Tae-hyung had returned. Her aunt especially wouldn’t stop talking or asking each night whether or not she had heard anything from Y/n. Mimo had alternately looked fearful and anxious. Although Yeri was mildly curious about her aunt’s reaction, she still had no interest or the energy to find out what was bothering her.

“Sorry for interrupting. If you are busy, I can wait outside or come back later,” said Y/n.

Yeri wondered what she and her cousin had in common to talk about. Regardless, she asked Dong-ha and the men to return later.

“Be seated,” Yeri indicated to a chair. Her eyes fell on Y/n’s stomach.

Yeri had heard the news of Y/n’s pregnancy. The Kims and Kangs had been whispering excitedly while they speculated whether Tae-hyung would have a son or daughter first. And whether the child would finally break the curse of the drought.

“I’m sorry to just drop in without informing you first, but I needed some help,” said Y/n.

“What kind of help,” Yeri asked.

Y/n bit her lip, looking uncertain. Yeri didn’t say anything either to encourage or to discourage her.

Y/n took a deep breath as though bracing herself for an angry outburst or rejection. “I’m investigating something important, Yeri. For that, I need help from you. Help to spy on our aunt.”

Yeri frowned. “On Mimo? What information do you need on Mimo?”

“Well not information precisely, but handwritten letters. Mimo wrote letters to Kim Tae-hee while he was studying in London. I’ve seen a few of them. I’m sure he must have written some back as a reply. I have a feeling she must be saving them somewhere, either in her room or at the library. I want those letters.”

Yeri knew that if Kim Tae-hee had written letters, her aunt would have definitely saved them somewhere. “Why do you need those letters?” she asked. “As far as I know they must have been written more than thirty years ago.”

“You are right,” said Y/n. “The letters would be that old. I need them because personal letters can contain a lot of insight and information.”

“Insight and information about what?”

“I’m trying to prove that the feud which started thirty years ago was not entirely warranted.” Y/n’s look softened. “One of the most critical things I’m also trying to prove is that your father, Kang Shin-il, did not kill Kim Ji-hyun.”

There was a loaded silence.

“What makes you say that?” Kang Yeri asked quietly. “My father was pretty well-known for his aggression and hot temper.”

“Yes, but he was always known for his big-hearted and charitable ways,” Y/n said gently. “I’ve read about him in letters Kim Ji-hyun wrote to Kim Tae-hee. And I’ve also read letters she got from your father.”

Y/n told Yeri what she had learned from the letters and how she didn’t think Kang Shin-il was capable of hurting Kim Ji-hyun.

After Y/n finished, Yeri watched her cousin. “My father couldn’t read or write, Y/n. He was dyslexic,” Yeri declared softly.

Y/n looked stunned, but she immediately composed herself. “Maybe he was, but he must have asked someone else to write those letters on his behalf. Even if he hadn’t personally written them, those were his words and feelings on paper.”