Inyeong's POV
The following days, my situation got worse. Everyday the mailman would either leave them at my doorstep or hand the bundle of letters directly to me. I feel like a celebrity getting popular because of the negative reaction of the audience towards my singing. The number of mail I receive increases day after day. Their childish and idiotic efforts impress me. "You suck at modeling!", "SNSD is way better than you!", "I want only Moon Geun Young for oppa!", "I'm sexier and prettier than you; why are you by his side?!" Childish, really. I'm a professional model but I still got flaws; of course they are; I support you on that because I also want something similar to that to happen; if you see it that way then. Sadly my parents are friends with his. Many more bloody letters are sitting in my trash can.
DING DONG! that must be the mailman. Once again.
From the kitchen, I approach the door, expecting to see the same face.
"Good eve-" I stop midway.
That's odd. No one's here.
Maybe a kid's prank. They've become bored sitting in an area so they look for entertainment elsewhere. Naughty~
DING DONG! there is it again.
I decide not to act immediately but instead wait.
Waiting can be productive. A pink letter slips under my door. Before opening it, I scan the outside to look for a clue of the sender. Unluckily, nothing could be found.
"This must be one of those life threatening mails," insert sarcasm. "What could be in store for me, I wonder."
"A BLOODY HISTORY WILL REPEAT ITSELF. "
3 years ago..
"I get it, don't repeat it 'cause it's annoying to the ears," my nephew and I get on a bus. I'm holding my phone close to my ear, speaking to my elder brother.
Brother is impatient. Because today is Kwangjin's, my nephew with me, special 5th birthday. He and the whole family plan to surprise the birthday boy and celebrate in a resort, in the outskirts of Seoul. "Hurry! The sun is shinning bright and we're itching to swim in the pool," he said.
"Then go ahead. No one is stopping you."
"We can't without him."
I chuckle at his, let's say, childishness. "Alright. We've boarded a bus and it's on the way there. Just a little more wait."
I no longer allow him to speak, droping the call.
My eyes glance at my nephew. Kwangjin is sitting comfortably next to me. The child kicks the seat in front of him while keeping a smile on his face. Does he know about the plan? He sure seems excited.
Such a beautiful day for a celebration. Everything is perfect. Things are going smoothly as expected. And-!
"There's no break!" everyone's attention instantly shift to the driver. People start to panic. Men from the back seats all demand the driver to stop joking, "Lives are at stake here!" He is not fooling around.
"Kwangjin!" I take initiative and wrapped my nephew in my arms, trying to protect him. I instruct him to keep his head down, hold tight and close his eyes. The urge to keep him safe runs through my bones.
The loud cries and screams of the passengers hurt my ears. My eyes shut close, refuse to be open in this situation. I hold Kwangjin tighter to me. A million thoughts rush through my brain. I don't know what to do.. An ear-breaking shriek comes from the outside. It's scary.
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