It All Started With A Creepy Mail ⚊ Yang Jungwon [#4]

✗ twenty seven ✗

⚊ chapter twenty seven

Me: Hey Shai! Did you see Jungwon’s post? I’m tagged in it!

Shai: OMG, yes! I saw it! I’m so happy for you! You two look amazing together!

Me: Thanks, Shai! I’m not really sure what to make of us yet. It’s all still new to me.

Shai: Just let it flow naturally. Sometimes the best things come when you’re not overthinking them. It’ll end up being something beautiful, I’m sure of it!

Me: I’ll try to keep that in mind. 😊 How about you? How’s everything going?

Shai: Oh, it’s been a whirlwind! I’m a bridesmaid for my cousin’s wedding, and the fitting has been such a hassle. All the other girls keep telling me to go on a diet to fit into the dress!

Me: That sounds so frustrating! I hope you’re not letting them get to you too much.

Shai: I’m trying not to. It’s just hard to ignore the comments. But I’m staying positive. I know I’ll look great no matter what.

Me: Absolutely! You’re always beautiful, no matter what anyone says. I’m sure you’ll be stunning at the wedding.

Shai: Thanks! That means a lot. 😊

Me: Anytime! And let me know if you need anything or just want to vent.

Shai: Will do! And good luck with Jungwon! I’m rooting for you both. 💕

Me: Thanks, Shai! I’ll keep you updated.

After talking with Shai, I felt a pang of guilt. I had almost forgotten about her in the whirlwind of everything that’s happened since I moved to Seoul.

I’d once dreaded this move, but now the thought of leaving feels impossible.

Is it because of Jungwon? Or SD?

It’s strange to think they might be the same person.

All the signs seem to point in that direction whenever I’m with Jungwon—the way his dimples appear when he smiles, his cat-like eyes.

It’s as if the universe is pushing me towards a realization I’d been too blind to see.

The more I think about it, the more everything feels intertwined in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

As I lay on the floor, my kittens tumbling around my hair, I couldn't help but reflect on the changes in my life. The sound of my parents singing OPMs in the kitchen was a rare but comforting reminder of home.

It was one of those rare nights when they stayed in, promising to make up for their absences. Their voices, though off-key, brought a sense of warmth and normalcy that had been missing for so long.

My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. It was Minji, and her messages were a flurry of curiosity.

Minji: Hey! What happened with you and Jungwon? I saw your post and now I'm dying to know! Did something happen between you two?

Minji: You can't leave me hanging like this! Spill the tea, please!

Her excitement was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile, even as I felt a bit overwhelmed.

It was like she was right there in the room with me, her enthusiasm filling the space as much as the sound of my parents' singing.

I was about to reply to Minji, eager to spill some details, but I hesitated. The suspense seemed too delicious to spoil just yet. I started typing out a response but ended up deleting it.