monster./ park bogum

number 8.

KIM SUHEE.

"who...are you?" i asked between heavy breaths.

the killer merely only ignored my question, bending down to pick up the blood-stained knife. he turned on the sink, washing the blood off the object and his hands.

"he's not dead." he muttered, passing me and heading off somewhere else in the house.

my eyes widened, a wave of relief washing over me. sungho was alive.

but i already knew that i should never see him again.

and the man in this house. i have to find out who he is. i have to remember. it's something important.

i need to remember.

—

PARK BOGUM.
LAST NIGHT

the guilt continued eating me from the inside. after putting suhee to bed, i paced around the room, looking for the decision that would satisfy me.

she loved him. why did i kill him, then?

i finally made my decision, hastily grabbing my phone off the counter and dialing 911.

"i'd like to report a murder."

—

the next morning i got a call from the cops saying the victim had survived. i was relieved. i would get to live with one less burden.

but that means one more witness. i could easily get caught if he remembered.

suhee will still hate me. i almost killed her love, after all.

but i can live with it as long as she's safe.

i took a shower, returning outside and surprised to still see her sitting there on one of my couches, her eyes closed and her eyebrows furrowed.

"why are you still here?" i asked.

she opened her eyes and looked at me. "where is sungho?"

i shrugged, even though i assumed he was still inside a hospital even now. "you can't see him."

"who are you to decide that?" she asked.

"stop being stupid! his feelings aren't going to change, suhee." i said, slowly losing my patience. "he's just going to try to kill you over and over again until he succeeds!"

"no. i don't understand this situation at all!" suhee said. "i hate not understanding things. i hate now knowing. i hate not remembering anything—" she grabbed her head in frustration.

i frowned and let out a sigh. "sorry, suhee."

she looked like she had a sudden realization and looked up at me. "y-you're not kang hyunbin, are you?"

hyunbin again. when will she ever remember me? is he all she will? was i really nothing?

what will happen when she finds out what happened to hyunbin?

i looked at the floor. "no."

"who are you then? how do you know me?" she asked. "why did you save me??"

"i told you, you wouldn't remember if i told you anyways." i replied.

"you keep appearing." suhee said. "i feel like...you're important."

am i?

"...." i merely pursed my lips. "the day you remember, i'll tell you everything. from the beginning."

"remember what?" she asked. "how can you be sure i'll remember?"

"i don't know. you said i was important, didn't you?"

—

KIM SUHEE.

i returned home soon after the confusing conversation with the killer.

i knew the right thing to do was turn him in. but he must know something about the missing gap in my memory.

i have to find it.

after falling onto the soft mattress of my bed, i fell asleep peacefully soon after.

"suhee, you know that we're your best friends right? no matter what, the number one friend rule is to never leave or forget each other." the cute boy said with a cheeky smile.

"sure." i said. "that's super easy. how could i ever forget you and b—"

i suddenly woke up from the short dream with a jolt, my eyes shooting open. "b what?" i asked myself, hitting my head in frustration. "god dammit, how could my dream just cut off—"

i hopped off my bed, still trying to remember the rest of the name. i was so close.

there were two boys—they were my best friends.

one was named kang hyunbin.

the other, started with a b.

why was i friends with them? how did we become friends? there were so many unanswered questions.

i groaned and cursed when i hit a stack of books laying on my floor with my foot and grabbed it in pain. "god dammit—"

my eyes caught one of the picture books and widened.

the boy and the precious sword.

bogum.

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a/n: in case you guys might be confused, bogum means precious sword.