CHAPTER THIRTEEN
1156 Words
KIM SEOKJIN’S POINT OF VIEW
After Jihyo's shift, we bid our goodbyes like any usual work day. I wore my apron, quickly preparing and brewing the coffees the entire night.
"Coming!" I yelled, lifting the tray up and marched towards the customer before putting the mug down. I quickly made my way towards the counter to prepare another set until the telephone rang. I took a deep breath, panting lightly before grabbing the telephone.
"Good evening. This Kim Café Shop, how may I help you?" I put the telephone near my ear, grabbing a pad of note.
Don't get me wrong. We don't do take outs, but we can do reservations.
"Close the shop." The voice from the other line said sternly making me raise my eyebrows, demented.
"Pardon?" I squeaked.
"I said close the shop now." The person said with more stern heard in his voice making me flinch.
I glanced at the wall clock to see that it's still 10 pm and I won't be out until 8-9 in the morning. Yes, I have more shift hours than Jihyo does to support my badget—of course, she understands my situation and gave me the hours instead since her aunt is the one still supporting her. And I've never been glad in my whole life.
"But it's still 10pm." I said, reluctantly and clearing my throat, putting down the pad and pen.
"There are no costumers right?"
I gulped down, a lump forming on my throat before answering politely. "Yes, sir."
"Then close the shop." He firmly said.
"Yes—But wait. Who is this by the way?" I huffed, brows knitted together as I realized I didn't ask his name. "Who are you to tell me to close down the shop?"
"Are you being serious now, Kim Seokjin?" My eyes widened, realizing that it may be my manager speaking, making me cower down in shame and embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, Sir." I apologized immediately. "I will close the shop now."
"Good," My manager paused. "I'm giving you time to relax yourself."
I nod, putting down the telephone and inhaled sharply, glancing at the costumers.
Two costumers left and we're off to go, Kim Seokjin. I mentally told myself before preparing their orders and giving it to them.
After the costumers left, I immediately closed down the shop though I was hesitant about it but still decided to close the shop.
With one last lock, chills sent down to my spine as I shivered at the feeling that someone was looking at me. I looked around the area to see that it was already dark but it was dim since there were street lights.
I breathed in, gripping the jacket over my body as I started to walk down the street. The feeling of being watch still lingers me, and halted to look around the area again.
A shaky whimpers escaped my lips, shivering at the coldness of the weather along with the overwhelming anxiety that washed over my entire system. I didn't mind it at first as maybe it was the trees that caused the sounds, and the darkness made it even more worse.
A sound of a metal was heard from behind—more like a knife causing me to suck my breath in. I stopped my tracks, quickly looking behind me only to see no one but trees moving from the wind before glancing side by side as my knees becomes weak and my body trembled in fear.
My feet immediately walked faster, tending myself towards my house that is a 5 minute walk from the coffee shop until I dropped on my knees and body flat on the ground. My eyes widened, feeling someone tackled me at the back before glancing to see a hooded man with mask on as he straddled me.
A scream left my lips but was cut off when he covered it with his gloved hands. I struggled, breathing heavily and flail my arms in attempt but failed.
"You've been irritating me a lot lately." He scoffed with sourness in his voice as I watched him in horror as he lifted the knife, eyeing the blade. "How dare you get so close to mi amor."
My lips trembled. Mi amor? What is he talking about?
He chuckled bitterly. "I guess I need you to meet hell's God first."
My eyes widened, before closing them tightly—wishing all of it was just a dream.
HAN JIHYO’S POINT OF VIEW
The next morning, I made my way towards the shop for work just wearing a jacket while gripping my bag tightly. My eyes landed at the group of people surrounding near the coffee shop making me raised my eyebrows. I took a glimpse at the police car behind them with the police who seemed like investigating as well.
"Why is there a lot of commotion?" I asked, mumbling as I marched towards the people. "What is happening?"
As I walked towards them, trying to see what they were talking about only to meet a petrifying seen I never expected to see in my entire life. My eyes widened, narrowed, on the figure lying on the floor as my mouth went gaped and trembled in fear.
I backed away, blinking my tears to see if all of it was just a dream. But I was wrong, the thing that happened right in front of me was all true, and reality hit me hard to the core.
"Oppa..." I whimpered, my lips trembled as I stepped forward to get near him but a police stopped me. "Seokjin—"
"It's best if you don't get near the victim." A familiar voice said, and I looked up to see the Detective who took care of Jimin and I that night.
"Detective Jung?" I inhaled sharply, eyes becomes blurry as tears streamed down my face.
"Do you know him?" He asked, raising and eyebrow and I nodded, answering that Seokjin is my co-worker at the Kim Café Shop. He nodded, before snapping his head when an ambulance came in the scene.
"We will come back here and ask you some few questions." He informed before going to the ambulance making me dropped on my knees and eyes landed back on Jin who was lying there—lifeless.
"Jin oppa..." I cried, sobbing silently while I covered my mouth with my hands while crawling towards him.
I watched as some people dragged him up to the stretcher, while the people surrounding us made way. But before they could go away, I grabbed the hem of Detective Jung's uniform, helplessly.
"W-What happened to him?" I stammered, eyes never leaving Jin's figure.
"I know you didn't do anything to him." Hoseok sighed, lowering down to meet my level. "But seeing how he works here—"
"What are you trying to say?"
"He was murdered." He started to explain. "And most like you'll be one of the suspects."
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