"You do know why you're here?"
Clenched fist, mouth shut, and the piercing eyes.
"Okay, let's try this again. Who killed the two men on room 2901?"
The police officer, Mr. Jeon, just stood as he just looked at him, saying nothing. Mr. Jeon then proceeded to grab a pen and showed it to his face, just centimeters away.
"What is this?"
No answer.
Mr. Jeon then figured it out that this person will not talk at all, no matter how many times he pushed his limits. He went outside and closed the door. The chief was there, with some other people trying to understand and process the whole case.
"It's been eight months. We have no lead, whatsoever," whispered the chief of police. He was agitated as it was already implemented that the police was burying the murders of room 2901. Speculations were flying around that the police were involved and that drugs were the big point of it.
"What are we gonna do, Lieutenant Jeon?"
Mr. Jeon sighed.
"Bring me Choi San."
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It's been eight months since the disaster of room 2901 had happened.
Seonghwa was in rehabilitation for therapy on his broken ribs and arms. He was with Hongjoong, somewhere away from the city, and obviously in hiding as the police were suspecting them for cases on gangs. They were silently living with Mingi, who was still trying to contact Yunho ever since that night he said that the car might be getting tracked.
"You know," Hongjoong sat beside Mingi, "We will look for him when it is safe. As of now, all we can do is call him."
"My problem is, what if he really is just ignoring my calls?"
Hongjoong knew that Mingi was spiraling into anxiety and depression. The young man rarely ate and would just do the tasks assigned to him. Monotonously and routinely, he never complained, but Seonghwa did say he saw Mingi crying every night while smoking a cigarette before going to sleep.
"Seonghwa,, anything from Jongho and Yeosang?"
Jongho and Yeosang were out in the open. Yeosang was working in a cafeteria and a part-time at a modeling agency. Jongho, on the other hand, went to become a substitute teacher for music. They were not really being suspected as nothing ties to them with room 2901, but they were still careful as things might change instantly.
They changed apartments and lived near the Gangnam area to blend in with the high-end elites of the country. The advantage part of this is that, they could get intel from the old ladies around the area as they would gossip nonstop in the morning. They knew then that Seonghwa was in a rehab center, but was found missing after 8 weeks.
The problem was San and Wooyoung.
They were nowhere to be found, just like Yunho.
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"No, seriously, this tastes so much good!"
Wooyoung exclaimed as he ran towards the cabin house, eating a pair of homemade cookies from the neighbor at the top of the hill. Mr. Kim had left messages that his bar was doing great, but some people were still looking for him. Since he was in hiding, the customers call him Boo to avoid any connection to him from outside listeners.
"I'm glad you found them tasty..."
San was happy.
He couldn't explain why he was happier. Somi took over the courier agency for the moment, but all rulings and regulations are still from San. At least once a month, San contacts Somi from various different ways to give instructions or to alert the company.
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The Courier
FanfictionBecause of the loss of family and home, Jung Wooyoung needed a job. His job as a bartender was already a good shot and suitable until nine in the evening. Yet, a salary of 450,000 won is not enough to pay all the necessities needed. So, Wooyoung nee...