Winter Goes [ A Day6 Fanfic ]

Snow Hair

As much as she hated wearing dresses, Juliene had to wear one when going outside. The three of them decided that they should have a disguise opposite to their personality for the purpose of being "hard to find", and for Juliene, that meant wearing dresses, sandals, eyeglasses, and even wigs.

That morning of Thursday was a long one for them. Jae still hacking the database in his room, Wonpil making and finding connections with "people he knew" through phone calls, and Juliene reading the diary, both of them in the living room.

Juliene looked at the clock, it read 11:30 am. Tired of sitting on the sofa and listening to Wonpil's endless calls, she stood up and walked to her room. She decided to eat out, so she took a bath and put on her disguise for the day: a lavender floral dress, black espadrilles, short black wig, and eyeglasses. Satisfied with her look, she went to the living room.

"Where are you going?" Wonpil asked after his last call.

"I'm going to eat outside." Juliene replied, putting the diary inside her sling bag.

"You're going to bring that?"

"Yeah." Juliene closed her bag. "I'm going to read it in an underground ramen resto."

"Underground?"

"Yes." Juliene walked towards Jae's room and knocked on the door. "Yo chicken little." Juliene called and heard a faint "What?" inside. "I'm eating out. If you need something I'll buy it for you." A faint "None, thank you." Juliene shrugged, "Alright. I'm going then." She walked to the living room and took a last look at her disguise. "Do you think I look good in dresses?" She asked to Wonpil.

"Yeah. It brings out the girly side of you." He answered while scribbling something on a paper.

"Do you think Sungjin will like this kind of style?"

Wonpil stopped scribbling and looked at her, "Hmm... as far as I know, he doesn't care what style you wear as long as it's you."

Juliene hummed in agreement. "Right." She put on her bag and headed to the door. "I'm going, then."

"Take care, Juliene-ah. Remember, you have to keep your guards up out there. And call or text, please."

"Yessir."

...

Walking along the sidewalks in the streets of Seoul, the first pages of her mother's diary replayed in her mind.

February, 1990

Hello. This the first time I'm making a diary. In the past, I always considered these things useless, like I don't need it – journals, diaries, or whatever. I always thought that these things were bullshit and a waste of paper. Well, I can't blame myself for thinking that way before. I am raised to be a killer after all. A robot – a robot with... feelings. Well, I just had these feelings lately and all I can say is... wow. So this is how to be a human. A real person. I don't know when this started, but yeah, I started feeling things, and I started to have thoughts. Yes, thoughts that I can't say out loud to people, especially to the people here in my place. They look at me strangely, I don't know if it's anger, disappointment, jealousy, or whatever. It's not like it's my fault if Jiyong likes me. I mean, if they want the boss to notice them, they should act like they are useful – that they can do simple work. It's not like it's my fault being this talented and skillful. It's not like I wanted it, anyway. Well, all the things that they gave me were not the things that I wanted. They gave me guns, bombs, swords, black spandexes, boots, boxing gloves, the will to fight, and that "kill or be killed" kind of thinking. They gave those things to a 7-year old girl, to a 7-year old me.