Don't Blame Me || Jeongcheol

Chapter 50

Jeonghan's body froze at the mention of the name. His mind immediately went blank, as if the world had suddenly stopped turning. His eyes widened, his heart pounding in his chest. The woman, Jeonghwa, stood before him, her expression unreadable, her words heavy in the air.

Your sister.

Jeonghan felt the blood drain from his face. The very notion of it was impossible, yet... there she stood. She looked nothing like anyone he’d ever known, certainly not anyone from his family. He couldn’t even recall a sister, not in his fragmented memories. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be.

His throat went dry, his voice failing him for a moment. “Wha-what are you talking about?” Jeonghan managed to croak, his gaze never leaving her face. His heart was still racing, his mind scrambling for some semblance of logic.

Jeonghwa didn’t move, didn’t flinch, her eyes piercing into his as if she were trying to decipher his thoughts. She looked... distant. As though she didn’t belong here, with him, in this room. It felt like she was a ghost from a past that should have stayed buried.

“I’m not expecting you to believe me right away.” Jeonghwa said, her tone calm, measured. “But I’m telling you the truth.”

Jeonghan’s mind was reeling, trying to piece together the puzzle that had just been thrown at him. His sister? His sister?!

He had no memory of any sister, and he certainly didn’t recall anyone named Jeonghwa in his life. His childhood was a blur, fragmented and lost to the chaos that had enveloped him over the years. His memories were tainted by the constant threat of violence, training, and missions. But a sister? It seemed impossible.

“I... I don’t have a sister.” Jeonghan’s voice wavered, the uncertainty seeping into every word. His grip on Seungcheol’s hand tightened, as though his lover’s presence could somehow anchor him in this overwhelming moment. “Who are you really? What do you want from me?”

Jeonghwa sighed, as though she had been expecting this reaction. “It’s complicated.” she said, her voice softening, though the intensity in her eyes remained. “But I’m not here to hurt you, Jeonghan. I’m here because you need to understand the truth.”

Jeonghan shook his head, frustration building within him. The truth. What did she mean by that? The world was already complicated enough, and now, this? He could feel his stomach turning, his emotions clashing anger, confusion, disbelief.

Jeonghan asked, his voice sharp. “How do you know anything about me?”

“I know because I’ve been watching you.” Jeonghwa said, her words hanging in the air like a cold wind. “I’ve watched everything you’ve gone through. I’ve seen what you’ve become.”

Jeonghan’s breath hitched. She had been watching him? She knew his every move? Something about that sent a chill down his spine. He had never been one to trust easily, but this woman, this Jeonghwa, was making his instincts scream that something was terribly wrong.

“I don’t trust you.” Jeonghan said, his voice low, his eyes never leaving hers. “I don’t know you. I don’t remember you. And you haven’t told me a single thing that makes sense.”

Jeonghwa’s expression didn’t change. She seemed calm, almost unnervingly so, as if she had expected his resistance.

“I’m not asking you to trust me right now.” she said. “I’m asking you to listen. You’ve been through a lot, I know that. But the things you think you know... the life you think you’ve lived it’s not the whole picture.”

Jeonghan’s mind was a storm of thoughts, too many questions swirling inside him. Who was this woman? Why was she here now? What was she talking about?