“Can you stop calling me!” Hyojin yells into her rose gold iPhone 7 plus before slamming the handheld device harshly onto the sofa, her right fingers rising up to her temples rubbing them in a slow circular motion in a feeble attempt to ease her throbbing head.

It was the exact same time that Myungsoo had stepped into the room and witnessed his wife’s rage and venting her frustration on the poor handheld device.

“Who’s harassing you?” He asked out of plain curiosity, after all the woman did seem extra agitated at whoever was on the other end of the line.

Hyojin jumped at Myungsoo’s voice and sudden intrusion, her heart palpating fast and hard as she brought her fist to her chest to calm herself down. Just how much had the man heard? If he had overheard their entire conversation she would be dead meat but judging from her husband’s calm demeanor she guessed that he didn’t manage to grasp the content of the conversation.

“No one?” She answered hastily without looking at the other, earning a disapproving grunt from the male which she paid no mind to. Sweeping her bright orange crocodile skin clad Hermes Birkin off the bedside table before rushing out of the room without sparing her husband a second glance, eyes trained to the ground.

Myungsoo frowned after his wife’s footsteps and a frown crawled upon the symmetric bush of hair that sat above the hood of his eyes. That woman was definitely up to something.

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The room was bare, resembling an attic or some sort as cobwebs decorated the interior like lace wounding around the antique furniture. A pair of eyes was scanning each and every photograph that had been laid out on the table, very much like a detective scene in television shows where the detective looks for clues in the prints. His grime covered fingers drummed on a particular photo leisurely, like he was pressing into the keys of a piano. Willing his fingers to stop, the man picked up the photo and flashes it under the ray of sunlight that shone into the room through the unwashed grubby window. What reflected back into his pupils was a photo of a man communicating with a woman, Kim Hyojin.

Putting up another photo against the light, the new photo shows Hyojin passing a white envelope to the man and the third photo shows the man revealing the contents of the envelope. Wads and wads of cash.

The man steps back and allows more light to shine on the rest of the photos he displayed on the table, the photos seemed to tell a story. Scenes of Chanhun’s kidnapping: Hyojin smiling at the man once they reached the warehouse, Hyojin tying Chanhun to a chair, Hyojin making her way to the other chair, the man tying Hyojin to the chair…

“Let’s see what your husband will say about this Kim Hyo Jin noona. Maybe you’ll obey my orders and transfer the money to me quicker then.” An intimidating expulsion of menacing laughter erupted from the man’s mouth as he threw his head backward letting the light shine on his features.

Jung Joonyoung, the man in the picture.

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“Myungsoo samcheon!” Chanhun ran straight into Myungsoo’s arms as the latter readily embraced the child into his protective arms, careful not to hurt the boy.

“Chanhun! I told you you are not allowed to run. Not when you’re still recovering!” Byunghun lectured sternly as he zipped the navy blue duffel bag that contained all their belongings.

Chanhun had been given the green light to be discharged much to the father and son’s delight and Byunghun had just finished packing up after he helped the child to change out of his hospital gown and into a bunny