Dear "J" | Sim Jake

Chapter 11

Later, at home, Jiwon burst into her room, her mind racing with anxiety. She paced back and forth, grappling with the thought of her lost diary and the personal details it contained—especially her reflections on Jake.

“What do I do…” she muttered to herself, feeling a sense of dread about the possible exposure of her private thoughts. She remembered the diary’s opening lines, where she had written about Jake, her feelings and observations captured in those pages. The thought of someone reading those intimate entries made her stomach churn.

She dropped onto her bed, clutching her head in her hands, trying to block out the overwhelming worry. The diary had been a safe space for her thoughts, and the fear of its contents being discovered left her feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Jiwon sat on her bed, her anxiety mounting as she thought about the diary. “Dear J…” she whispered, recalling the initial she had used to refer to Jake in her entries. Her mind raced with worry. “Would it be too subtle? I hope not…”

Her heartbeat quickened as she remembered her note at the beginning of the diary: *Only I can read this...* or *Dear J...*. The protective barrier she had tried to create seemed futile now. The realization that someone might read those personal reflections about Jake and her feelings made her even more anxious.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt the weight of her privacy slipping away. She lay back on her bed, trying to calm her racing heart, but the fear of her private thoughts being exposed kept her restless and uneasy.

As time passed, Jiwon prepared herself for Eugene's party. After checking her phone for directions, she showed the address to the driver, who took her to Eugene’s house. The journey seemed long, as the location was far from where Jiwon lived.

When the car finally entered the area, Jiwon’s eyes widened in astonishment. The neighborhood was filled with large, luxurious mansions, each more impressive than the last.

Her mouth fell open in surprise. "What is this place?" she muttered to herself, marveling at the opulence surrounding her. The grandeur of the homes and the affluent atmosphere left her in awe, making her both excited and slightly apprehensive about the evening ahead.

Jiwon stepped out of the car, her footsteps echoing on the paved driveway as she approached the grand mansion. The house loomed before her, its opulent facade hinting at the luxury within. She paused at the entrance, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves, before the door swung open to reveal a beautifully decorated interior. The event wasn’t set to start yet, so the house was quiet, with only the soft hum of preparations in the background.

A maid, elegantly dressed in a black uniform, stood by the entrance and motioned for Jiwon to go upstairs. “Ms. Eugene’s room is up there,” she said with a polite nod. Jiwon thanked her and made her way up the grand staircase, the marble steps cool beneath her feet.

As she walked through the ornate hallway, she admired the lavish decor: expensive artwork, intricate moldings, and plush carpets. The hallway led her to a door that seemed like it could be Eugene’s room. It had a nameplate, though Jiwon couldn’t quite make out the details from where she stood.

She approached the door with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. She knocked gently and called out, “Eugene? It’s me, Jiwon... Yoon Jiwon.”