Kim Jungwoo, known as the unsociable beauty of the campus, paint himself as an ordinary junior college student. But that was just a mask to cover his anxiety-driven life filled with nightmares and self-doubt, which resulted for him to seek for the '...
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"Answer it! God damn it!" I yelled while staring at my phone screen. I've been contacting Taeyong for three days consecutively but he was not answering my calls. Laying back on my wooden dining chair, I closed my eyes as I heard the notification for the thousandth time. I knew it, voicemail.
My head was reeling with so many questions that needed answers. From the time I first visited his house to the incident that happened to Kian just a few days ago. Everything was just happening too fast and all of it, in some way was connected to him. But, he has been missing in action for three days now and my growing suspicion was slowly draining my body and mind day by day.
Pushing myself off the chair, I started pacing back and forth as I wrung my hands while considering my options; to tell my dad about this or the authorities about the things I knew. But what exactly do I know? I knew that Taeyong said he will kill Kian. I knew that I received those orchids on the night Kian died and that Taeyong might've sent that to me. Might have? But I don't have crucial proof. All of this was based on a coincidence! A coincidence that if proven false will just jeopardize my relationship with Taeyong! I'll listen to his excuse first before I decide on doing anything.
The breaking news segment on the TV caught my attention. I forgot that I left the TV on when I got distracted while drinking my chamomile tea in the kitchen. I walked slowly towards the sofa and watched the female reporter recount what had happened to Kian's case so far. Somehow, the information about the killing was leaked to the local news outlet and from there it spread like wildfire, and it became the country's new dirty sensation.
They started questioning people related to Kian and I saw Hyun-woo was interrogated too. But my name and Taeyong's name were never mentioned nor our past dispute that happened just a few weeks before his murder. My guts told me that it was because the incident was not reported in the system as the police officer said that they'll 'take care of it' on their end.
I knew that I should be thankful for this since the attention was diverted from that incident but wouldn't it be worse if somehow a bystander during that brawl brought it up with the reporters? I was about to reach out for the remote so I can turn off the TV when the female reporter said something else.
"...the Seoul Police named this killer as 'Mr. Right'. This was base on the piece of paper they apparently had found on the victim's body. The investigators didn't further provide detail on this piece of information yet while the victim's family were still silent and mourning their loss in private. Police were checking if this was a random killing or just the beginning of a killing spree."
'Mr. Right'? What a weird nickname for a killer. I turned off the TV and forced myself to go to bed while hugging a spare pillow. I felt sick with all the things that were happening around me. Yes, I hated Kian because he was a jerk but I never wished for him to end up that way. The gory photos were still etched in my mind whenever I closed my eyes to the point I wished I didn't see it. And I don't have anyone that I can confide in. I don't have anyone to tell me that everything was a coincidence and it's alright. I feel alone, was my last thought when sleep finally took hold of me.
