Street Racer || Yang Jungwon

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—— Jiyeon

The soft, golden light of the late afternoon sun filtered through the trees as I leaned against the side of my car, watching Seori and Jungwon from a discreet distance. It had become something of a routine for me these past few days—observing them, documenting their every move. Jungwon, with his expensive taste and flashy car, was an easy target. And Seori, who had always been a bit too trusting, was unknowingly walking right into my trap.

Jungwon didn't attend our high school, which made it easier for me to keep track of their outings without raising suspicion. I had been following them around the city, taking pictures of them in various settings. From the little café where they seemed to enjoy their coffee dates to the park where they walked hand in hand, each picture painted a picture of their rekindled romance. But I wasn’t just collecting these snapshots for the sake of it. No, I had a much grander plan in mind.

Today was supposed to be a casual observation. I was crouched behind a tree, my camera poised, as I snapped a few more shots of them enjoying a late lunch at a small bistro. Seori was laughing at something Jungwon said, her eyes sparkling with happiness. It was infuriatingly sweet, but I had a purpose. I needed to capture the perfect moment that would serve as undeniable evidence of their relationship—something that would make it impossible for anyone to ignore.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally got the picture I needed. It was a candid shot of Jungwon leaning in close to Seori, his hand resting on her shoulder in an affectionate, yet intimate manner. The angle was perfect, the light just right. This was the image that would do the trick.

I had planned this meticulously, ensuring that I had everything I needed to execute my plan. My satisfaction was palpable as I reviewed the photos on my camera, the picture of them together standing out prominently. I could almost see Seori’s mother’s reaction—shocked, hurt, and hopefully, enraged. It was exactly what I wanted.

The next morning, I made my way to Seori’s house, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anticipation. This was the moment of truth. I had prepared an envelope with the most incriminating photos and a short letter that I hoped would leave no room for doubt.

The letter was concise but effective, designed to plant seeds of doubt and fuel whatever concerns Seori’s mother might have. It read:

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Dear Mrs. Choi,

Enclosed are some photos of your daughter, Seori, and her older boyfriend, Jungwon. As you can see, their relationship is quite serious, and it appears that Jungwon has been spending a lot of time with her. I thought you should be aware of this, especially considering the age difference and how it might affect Seori’s future.

Best regards, 
A Concerned Citizen

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I had carefully crafted the letter to sound as if it came from someone genuinely concerned for Seori’s well-being, though in reality, it was meant to wreak havoc on her life.

Arriving at Seori’s house, I parked a few blocks away to avoid suspicion. I walked up the familiar path to her front door, my steps measured and deliberate. The sun was high in the sky, casting long shadows on the ground. The envelope was clutched tightly in my hand, and I took a deep breath before bending down to place it on the doormat.

The act was simple but crucial. I placed the envelope carefully, ensuring it was prominently visible. Then, I pressed the doorbell and quickly retreated back to my car, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. From my vantage point, I could see the doormat and the envelope positioned just right. All that was left was to watch and wait.

I slid into the driver’s seat of my car and started the engine, glancing back at Seori’s house one last time. I could already envision the scene unfolding inside: Seori’s mother discovering the envelope, opening it, and reading the letter with growing disbelief. The photos would do the rest, painting a picture that would surely make her question everything.

As I drove away, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of exhilaration. This was my victory, a well-orchestrated move to drive a wedge between Seori and Jungwon once again. I had waited for the right moment, and now it had arrived. The thought of seeing Seori’s face when her world came crashing down filled me with a sense of dark satisfaction.

It wasn’t just about revenge; it was about proving that I had the power to change things, to manipulate situations to my advantage. And with this final act, I was making a statement—a declaration that I was not to be underestimated.

The day ahead was a waiting game now. I had done my part, and all that was left was to see how the pieces would fall. As I drove away from Seori’s neighborhood, I allowed myself a moment of triumph, savoring the thought of the chaos I had set in motion.

For now, I had to focus on the next phase of my plan. There were other things to consider, other strategies to implement. But the thrill of this moment, of having executed my plan so flawlessly, was enough to keep me satisfied. I knew that the consequences of my actions would ripple through Seori’s life, and that was a victory I was eager to witness unfold.

To be continued...