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Jennie's POV
"You heard that didnt you?!" I went histaricly, running my hands through my hair.
"For once I actually did... was that.. meant to be Jisoo?" Taeyong asked confused.
"Yes" The voice spoke as I started slowly getting scared.
Taeyong finally understood what I experience, even it looks unreal, he still confused and shocked.
"What do you want Jisoo!" I cried out while she spoke again.
"I want to know a little bit about your boyfriend."
"Hes not my boyfriend! Just a friend!" I yelled as the voices kept on screaming everywhere the room.
"Its me Taeyong. Remember Jisoo.. Lee Taeyong? I cam to your house a while ago," Taeyong finally said.
"Taeyong Lee. Taeyong Lee... ahh! Lee Taeyong right? Yes I remember you."
"Jennie is this Jisoo your talking about." I heard a whisper from Taeyong as I slowly nodded.
"Anyways I heard your trying to find the case of Jisoo's murder? Fun."
"Yes.. Jisoo.. I wanted to know, so we can bring justice."
"Justice? Pfft I died for a reason."
A clue.
Taeyong quickly stored the small information inside his head as she continued speaking.
"Not everything is seen by view, sometimes you have to look deeper, even if its going behind."
"What in the world are you saying Jisoo?!" I blurted out.
"I don't see you as Jennie's friend anymore Lee. By looking at the two of you, you've been sleeping and doing things together.."
"Yah! Dont be so stupid Jisoo!" I told her leaving the voice to slowly fade away.
"Until we meet again~"
~.~
"That was confusing as fuck." Taeyong said as he walked in circles.
"We couldnt see her but just hear her.."
"Jisoo isnt as showy type of person like other people are," I confessed.
"You mean, shes more of a secretive person?" Taeyong asked curiously.
"You can say it like that,"
"I'll get going to see Ma now, i promised her I'll be back, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Taeyong said and soon left me alone in this mansion.
~.~
Taeyong's POV
My driving already started harshly because of the heavy rain which already started my mood.
"Ma I'm home!"
"Son I'm coming to get dressed."
Until I once again felt that sharp pain in me.
"Son your back!"
Tyler's POV
"Yes..uh.. Ma" I spoke trying to be like Taeyong.
"Come! Let's have some dinner! I cooked a beautiful dinner and also your favorite." Mrs. Lee showed me the dish for the night and I almost vomited.
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"Come on! Try some..!!" Mrs. Lee stood there, waiting for me to take a bite of this.
I absolutely hated Korean Stir- Fried Glass Noodles, out of all dishes, this came to me.
"Ma.. actually I'm not that hungry." I spoke but she wasnt having it.
"Eat son!"
"No thank you.. please."
"Aish! Please."
"No thank you.."
"I took ages making this for you Lee Taeyong." She said as my anger finally couldnt take it.
"I SAID I FUCKING DONT WANT IT." I threw the plate leaving it to crash on the floor, shattering.
"Tyler." Mrs. Lee spoke calmly.
"Your going to fucking leave me alone until I turn back into your shit son." I pointed at her.
"Lee Taeyong is not shit! I will tell you that as a fact! Hes probably only shit to your eyes because you possessed him. I knew it was you?!" Mrs. Lee said histaricly.
"Do you want me to kill you like I did to the other people in my life?" I asked as I stepped closer towards her.
Of course I knew it was wrong, threatening an older like that, but it was the only way to shut her up.
"Get lost boy! I got a pan and you got a hand!?"
"Oh I can do more with my hands Mrs. Lee." I threatened finally reaching towards her until I felt a sharp pain sending me shivers of Taeyong breaking out.
Taeyong's POV
"Ma~" I said drunkenly as she held me.
"Let's go to your bed so you can relax, boy." Ma said as she helped me upstairs into my room slowly.
"Let's talk tomorrow okay, get some rest." I was really confused by her words and action but I was too tired to judge, soon as she left the room.
Suddenly Jisoo came inside my head.
How did she get killed? Why did she get killed? What did she get killed with? And most importantly who did she get killed by?
I ran my fingers through my hair, gripping on them tightly, trying to plot something out of it.
A Diary.
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