[Present; Soojung’s POV]

. . . .

The curse word was on loop in my mind. How the hell did Prosecutor Who caught me off-guard?!

I was absolutely not at ease.

It can’t be happening. I won’t let this happen.

Lee Jongsuk. That name clouded my mind out of the blue. The owner of the name was partially responsible for this. I don’t know how, but I had to turn selfish. I had to turn bad.

I snatched a paper and started to compose on it with a blue pen with my now ugly handwriting. I was shaking too hard, I can’t help myself. I had to hand this to him as soon as possible but how?

I tried to calm down. Krystal Jung Soojung. You are caught in the middle of impossible s that you can never imagine that would happen to you... but you have to believe in the impossibilities. No matter how stupid, moronic, idiotic and dumb this is.

I folded the paper, wrote “To Jongsuk” as large as the section would allow, opened the sliding door to the veranda and placed the folded paper on the cold tile; in hopes that the impossibilities would actually be possible.