Identity Change

Chapter 3

Jensen’s P.O.V.

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“Why the hell am I here?!” I glare at Young-min.

He looks at the woman.

The woman glares at Young-min, too. Then she says something that for me is an alien language and Young-min does the same.

“You’re here to be punished,” the woman says.

I raise my brow. I look at the woman with a confused look.

Then I realize that the woman is translating for Young-min and me.

“Punishment for what?!” I snarl.

I hate this guy.

And the translator does what she has to do as she continue to mediate between me and Young-min.

“You wrote nasty things about me, young lady,” the woman says.

“What did I fucking do? I don’t even know you personally!” I exclaim. “And I’m an average girl. What can I do to someone like the CEO of S.M. Ent.?”

“Your story! You wrote false stories about me and the company,” the woman says again.

Then I remember it.

I remember the story that I was writing. And I’m positive that he’s referring to that.

Because that’s the story where his name is clearly written as the CEO of S.M. Ent. and written there is the things he and the company did to their artists. And I don’t need to state those here.

He himself perfectly knows about what he did.

“Oh,” I scoff. “Are the details on that story false?”

Then I smirk.

Young-min frowns at this as he looks at the woman impatiently. The woman tells him what I just said and I see him glare at me.

“If that was false,” I continue before he could say anything. “Then why am I here with a gun pointed at my head? If what I wrote isn’t true then why do I sense that I’m going to be eliminated because I exposed a dangerous truth?”

I wait for the woman to translate it to him completely. After she finished, Young-min plants an audible slap on my face.

He says something then I wait for the woman to tell me.

“I was going to ask you to just note the story false for you to get out alive,” the woman says. “But you just blew your chance of living.”

“Quite impatient, eh?” I laugh sarcastically. “But, nah. I won’t agree to what you will ask anyway, because you just slipped out the fucking truth.”

The woman tells him what I just said.

Young-min’s face made a confused expression and I get the feeling that he’s waiting for me to speak again.

So I continue. And the woman translates at each of my pause.

“You knew the story. And I’m glad that even you knew about it because that was what I was wishing for.

“I don’t care if you read the story or not but I know you knew about the content of the story; about how the company mistreats their artists and how they have no freedom.

“My friends thought about how you would react if you will know about this. One said that you’d just ignore it because it’s just a waste of time if you’ll do something about it since you’re a busy person. But one said that you’ll probably hunt me and kill me to make the exposure of that story stop.

“Of course we all just laughed at the thought because we knew that we’re just average people that you wealthy people don’t care about. We thought that in reality, you won’t even find time to read, or search feedbacks for your company.

“But I was proven wrong because you actually knew about the story and in your power, you searched for its origin---who wrote it and where the author lives. You even found out how I look like and kidnapped me. Wow, that’s a lot of effort, Mr. Kim. You made your dogs get me all the way from the Philippines to here in South Korea. I’m impressed. You have all the time in the world.”

I’m silent for a while to see if Young-min wants to say something, but seeing that he is still silent, I continue.

“And why did you kidnap me?” I smirk. “Because you said yourself that you want me to write a note that everything is false, that my story is fiction, but you missed the fact that my story is under the category of fan fiction.”

I let the woman finish translating before I speak again.

I sneer. “So if you reacted that way, it just means that what I wrote there was fucking true and you didn’t want the world to know and believe. But congratulations! You just spilled the beans yourself!”

Even while the woman is still translating, I can see Young-min’s face turn into a smug expression and as the woman finish, his face becomes angry, and hit me.

Ouch.

That really hurt because the man behind me who’s pointing a gun at my head was pulling my hair---and still pulling it---when Young-min hit me.

And sometimes, I hate myself for being arrogant as fuck.

“You’re busted, Young-min,” I growl. “Give it up. Just let the people know the truth. They deserve it. And let your artists be free.”

And with that, Young-min grabs his own gun and points it at me.

What an impatient old man.

Well, I guess this is the end.

I look up at the woman. Her eyes are flashing two evident emotions: fear and pity.

And the man who’s pointing a gun at the woman translator slowly lowers his gun as his wide eyes stare at their boss.

I look again at Young-min and I see his infuriated appearance.

And I can feel his pure killing intent.

He doesn’t have any second thoughts. He’s eager to kill me.

I see him ready to pull the trigger.

God, I repent for all my sins. I forgive this man; I forgive all who have sinned against me. I accept You and Your Son, Jesus, in my heart. Please welcome me into Your Kingdom. Amen.

I close my eyes as a tear stream down my cheek.

BANG!

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A/N:

Hi! Whoooooo! Hahahahaha. This chapter is a bit hard to write, LOL. And I’m sorry for the swearing of Jensen. XD Your character, Jensen, is really like that. There’s a purpose, okay? :)

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