ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ɪɪ || ᴋᴛʜ & ᴊᴋ

Chapter 17 || Charm

Yeri had just finished listening to a documentary on engineering marvels. Pulling out her earphones and placing them on the nightstand, she turned off the lights in her room.

She slid under her bed covers, hoping to pass out asleep as usual. But unfortunately, her mind remained alert and kept her from feeling sleepy even though she was tired.

She didn’t know why her mind was on overdrive. As far as she was concerned the day was quite uneventful.

Sure, the Kim family had visited and there was a lot of commotion done by Mimo, but luckily, there was no bloodshed or any kind of tensions that erupted that day. Two men, each belonging to Kim and Kang, respectively, had apparently started an argument about something, but since Kang Yeri had instructed beforehand, the rest of her men were able to intercept and take the arguing parties aside to warn them to either cut it out or face consequences.

During dinner, Sehun had given her the breakdown of expenses for that day. Several expensive gifts had been sent from the Kang Mansion to the Kim Mansion that afternoon.

Yeri wished her aunt would open her eyes and bother about the Kang people’s basic needs than be more concerned about such unnecessary show-offs.

It wasn’t like Yeri felt Y/n didn’t deserve any such gifts. It was quite the opposite. Kang Yeri knew Y/n was a genuinely kind and caring person who deserved everything she wanted.

And Yeri knew Kim Tae-hyung could easily afford to buy his wife anything her heart desired. Unfortunately, the Kangs couldn’t. At least until the canal and units were operating as planned.

Sighing tiredly, Yeri picked up her phone. She had already sent Y/n the pictures she had taken of the letters in her aunt’s room. Since the previous day, ever since Y/n had spoken to her, Yeri had been thinking about Y/n’s theories.

Was it possible her father, Kang Shin-il, had really not killed Kim Ji-hyun?

The very few memories Kang Yeri remembered of her father, also indicated that he wouldn’t have killed. Kang Shin-il was capable of feeling love. He loved his daughter and he had loved his sister, brother and father immensely as well.

Yeri slid out the jewelled knife from under her pillow. She lovingly touched the emeralds and rubies that were embedded on the handle.

Her father had gifted the knife on her fifth birthday. It was most likely an odd gift in other people’s eyes, but it had been perfect for her even when she was five.

Yeri didn’t think her life would change in any way if her father was proven innocent.

However, if he was indeed innocent of that crime, then she did want to bring justice to her father’s character and memories among the people.

Who could have killed Kim Ji-hyun if it wasn’t her father like everyone thought?

Yeri knew Y/n was trying to prove Mimo had information about what happened at the massacre or maybe Y/n even thought Mimo might have caused it. Yeri knew Mimo was capable of murdering someone very easily. But after several years of listening to and also having seen the proof of Mimo’s obsession with Kim Tae-hee, Yeri didn’t think Mimo would ever hurt Kim Tae-hee. Mimo had even ordered the Kangs to not harm or even touch Kim Tae-hee’s sons.

Yeri sighed once again. She wished she could assist Y/n more by having an investigation open up, but she didn’t want to. Not yet. Not until she found them. Kang Yeri’s sole and utmost priority in life was to find them.

Compared to that mission, everything will have to take a backseat for a while.

Yeri stared at the phone screen. Even though she couldn’t read, she looked at the zoomed images of the letters. She wondered what the bold handwriting of Kim Tae-hee said in those letters. Over the years, despite Mimo’s constant references to Kim Tae-hee, Yeri had never been curious about him. But now, she wondered what was it about him that still made Mimo obsess even after several decades.

Yeri recalled how her aunt had made a casual observation that Jungkook was like his father when it came to charm and his ability to attract women’s attention. Yeri was yet to see proof of his alleged charms, but she couldn’t dispute his ability to attract women.

Despite her hate towards him, she loathed to admit that she herself had been attracted towards him at times. Although she always ensured she held a shield against that inconvenient attraction.

But that particular afternoon, when Jungkook had felt outraged on her behalf, because her aunt discriminated against her mother’s class, she felt a large dent form in the shield.

Maybe he wasn’t all that bad. Sure he was still an over-privileged princeling who thought no end of himself at times, but he was also capable of displaying empathy and affection. Maybe he wasn’t a complete bastard.
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