Park Jimin My husband

Episodes. 69

I'll meet the guy who played 'How Come?' to day. I'm so nervous. Not because I was going to meet that person, but I kept thinking about my fate if caught by Jimin. I want everything to go smoothly as planned so I can hear what I need today.

The plan we ran was quite thrilling because Jimin would never let me out unattended. So we planned this to trick all of this.

I said that I had an appointment with Gojung and Myura at a restaurant where we were putting down this quite thrilling plan. So, from home I've been wearing a mask and confessed that I had a little flu. I know which of Jimin's men made me spend thirty minutes chatting casually with Gojung and Myura. We even ordered food. As long as I know the position of the people who are watching me and know how to avoid them. When the time was right, I went to the toilet and met someone who had the same body shape, hairstyle and was wearing the same clothes as me. I don't know what his name is, but I think he's my old college friend, too. Nam was the brain behind this idea.

I then had time to change clothes and set the tempo to get out of the toilet so as not to coincide with the woman who was pretending to be me, she would replace me. He will sit in a position where he will continue to look like me. After all, Jimin's men won't be that close to paying attention.

This restaurant was deliberately chosen because it has quite a lot of doors at once close to my meeting place with my information. Jimin's man who was watching me was just two people and I knew where they were standing. I have at least two hours to meet that person.

"Are you ready?" Nam broke my daydream.

At that moment I realized that this car had stopped at a place that I thought was enough to make the forehead constrict. "What place is this?"

"The cardboard factory." Nam also glanced from behind the car glass in an old building. White in color and the front wall is filled with creeping plants.

This camp is like unkempt. I was unconsciously swallowing saliva, imagining having to go to such a place.

"Is this really the place?" I still feel reluctant to get out of my seat.

Nam nodded. "Hm, after he got out of the mental hospital, there was no more home for him. This is his own former factory. He lives here alone."

I looked at Nam. I didn't expect the explanation I just heard. I didn't know the building was cleaning this could be called a residence. I initially just thought that this was a kind of meeting place that was agreed upon by two parties. Apparently, I just came to his place of residence.

"What happened to him?" I asked as I looked at Nam who I believed was already shouting what I wanted to hear.

A little weighing she finally explained. "It used to be 'The guy' was a successful entrepreneur who had it all. 'The man' was successful at a young age and ran his businesses with his younger brother. But his current state is the result of his defeat in the previous 'How Come' game. 'That man' risked everything, meaning his sister's life. That's what I know."

I spontaneously closed my mouth using my palm. Who is not shocked and goosebumps to hear it? My mind automatically fell on Jimin. My heart was pounding, imagining what if Jimin lost?

Now I know why Nam seemed hesitant when I was beeping to see that person in person. Apparently, this reason. But I've come this far and come this close to the source I need. So there was no reason to give up just because of the place and my fear of meeting that person.

"No. I'll stay with you." I opened my seat belt and opened the car door.

Nam finally followed. "The place is a little uncomfortable to walk through, you better stay behind me," Nam instructed something that actually made me nervous.

I even spontaneously held onto my stomach from behind the thick overcoat that covered. It's so cold today. The sky was not too bright I was sweating.

I walked behind Nam with very calculated steps. How not? In addition to the lack of damp light and even a lot of debris that must be avoided, it turns out we also have to go down the stairs that have no handle. I wonder myself, how can someone survive in a place like this?

I get nervous every time I see a watch. The time we have is not much anymore and the journey to the original restaurant also takes approximately twenty minutes from this place, that's even if there are no obstacles. The problem that replaced me there had to leave exactly two hours after the replacement because he had important business.

"It's over."

Nam stopped in front of the rusty old iron door. Then, he walked sideways to greet the intercom as his hand pressed a button.

Not one minute, the sound of a key being opened. Nam then looked at me. "Come," he asked as he pushed the iron door with a little energy.

I gathered all my courage, and set foot into a room that was not as bad as my shadow. It's more like a simple flat. It's just not very neat. The light is nuanced not too bright and surprisingly, in this place there are very many books and in one of the cabinets a lot of instant food.

Maybe this guy spends his time reading and he's lazy out of the house so he keeps a lot of stock of instant noodles. Wait for. Where did he get the money? Could it be that he is like me? Can I live because of my body? The insurance? I don't know. That's none of my business.

My eyes can't stop looking at this place. Meanwhile, I followed Nam's back, my eyes turning to a photo on the wall.

My eyes widened for a moment in surprise, then narrowed again to see the photo of two teenage girls there. They wear clothes and pose happily in the background of a beach. Mareka hugged each other, then there was a writing there.

Jung Nara and Jung Nayeon (forever sisters)