Disclaimer : I usually don't condone violence. I'm making exception for this fic, okay. Don’t try this at home, kids. VIRAL LOVE Chapter 41 : CHAOS PART 3 October 11th, 4.03 pm Si-jin tries to call Mo-yeon again for the 15th times. It goes straight to her voicemail. He groans in frustration and nearly flings the phone away as his palms turn clammy with anxiety. This is all my fault. We played those pranks and that jerkward has finally gone off the rail. And what if he does something to Mo-yeon… He tries to stop thinking, but the image of his girlfriend alone and unaware in her studio keeps flashing in his head. He’ll kill Min Yoon-gi with his own bare hands if he dares touch a single hair from Mo-yeon’s head. “Damn it!” October 11th, 4.21 pm “Finally…..” Mo-yeon groans she finishes finalizing the catchy jingle for their fast food ad project. She pulls her arms up above her head as she stretches her muscles, hearing the 'pop' sound from her joints, the result of sitting in one position for too long. She glances at the clock and her eyes widen as she realizes it’s passed 4 pm already. She should go back home then. She’s been going to work earlier than usual ever since she came back from London so that she can have an early dinner with Si-jin. Is he still with his friends or is he back home yet? She wonders and then shrugs to herself. If he isn’t there then I’ll just start cooking first. She walks out of the isolation room and goes to grab her bag that has been sitting on the desk in her small office next door. The whole studio is quiet since no one else is there but her. Crap, the battery is dead. She sighs as she checks her phone lying next to her bag. She wonders if she should stay in the studio and let the phone charge for a while or just go back now and charge it later at home. Ugh, I’m hungry though. She scrunches her face. She didn’t eat much for lunch today. Just go home now and charge the phone there then. She walks to the receptionist area, her head down as she opens the bag to put her phone inside and search for her car keys. She has just reached the studio front door when she hears raised voices outside the studio. There are two men just outside her door and they are arguing loudly with each other. Her hand pauses as it reaches the door knob, her brows furrow in confusion. What’s going on? October 11th, 4.26 pm “Almost there. Come on, stupid Hyundai, move…..” Myeong-joo mutters under her breath as the Mini Cooper finally turns into the busy streets of Gangnam. The road is heavy with traffic as people rush to beat the evening office crowd. Si-jin’s hands are restless in his laps and he wonders for the hundredth times if he should just call the police. All of them are highly known public figures and he does not want to risk Mo-yeon’s reputation by bringing law enforcement into this. The only thing that is keeping his head intact from going insane with worry right now is the fact that Lee had reassured him that he’ll try his best to stop the psycho from doing anything crazy. His mind is going 50 miles per second every which way with worry, anxiety, anger and guilt. The phone suddenly beeps and he scrambles to check his phone as a text comes in. He reads it silently, his hand gripping the phone tightly before he curses out loud. “!!!” “What, what??” Myeong-joo almost screams back at him. “Si-jin, wha---” “They’re already at the studio,” He abruptly cuts her question off, slamming his fist on the dashboard in front of him in frustration. “Gwenchanayo,” Myeong-joo’s voice is steady as she forces herself to keep calm, ignoring the fact that her brother is practically trashing her beloved car in his anger. “Lee will help. And Eonnie, no one messes with Eonnie and hopes to survive.” October 11th, 4.35 pm There’s a loud knock on the door amidst the sound of people arguing and Mo-yeon wonders if she should just stay quiet inside and call the police or something. She puts her ear near the door and tries to listen in, more curious than afraid. “Yoon-gi! Stop! This is crazy!” Yoon-gi? Min Yoon-gi? She frowns in confusion. “I just want to talk to her! What’s so crazy about that!” “This is fricking harassment you moron! Do you want to get caught? You’ve already had tones of bad luck omens today!” “We are meant to be! And today is the eleventh, do you understand?! Mo-yeon, open the door!” Mo-yeon almost gasps out loud. It really is him. What the hell does he want? He keeps banging on the door and causing a ruckus and she’s afraid that someone might come up and snap a picture of this fricking idiot. She shivers as she imagines what people on Naver and Nate would say when they see a snapshot of their beloved idol banging on her door. Haish, she wishes she could call Si-jin. But again, he’ll go mad if he finds out about this. She takes a deep breath and makes a decision. She grabs the door knob and roughly opens the door to see the idiot who’s been relentlessly bothering her for the past few months standing with a surprised look on his face. Did he not expect her to open the door? There’s another guy behind him who seems to be trying to hold him back. “What! What do you want?” She has never use such a rude tone with anyone before. But this moron has been messing with her and Si-jin’s life for far too long that she doesn’t even bother to be polite anymore. His extra sparkly red shirt is suddenly making her blood boils hotter, and her grip tightens on the door knob. “Mo-yeon Ah.” Min Yoon-gi gives her a huge smile and she shivers in disgust. “Don’t call me that. What are you doing here? My boyfriend is going to kill you.” The man behind the idol looks like he’s about to say something but Min Yoon-gi halts his words as his face turns red with anger. “Stop calling him your boyfriend! You’re supposed to be with me! What more do you want! I gave you flowers, wrote a song! I’ve done everything for you!” Her heart starts pounding at the loudness of his voice and she suddenly regrets opening that door. She grits her teeth and refuses to back down from his menacing stare. “I don’t want anything to do with you, Min Yoon-gi.” She says in a steady voice. “I’ve told you before, leave me alone. There are thousands of girls who would die to be with you. Leave, me, alone.” He shakes his head. “I want you, not them. Because you’re my lucky eleven girl. You’re meant to be with me!” Lucky eleven? What the heck? “Yoon-gi believes in psychic reading,” the man behind the idol explains hesitatingly as Min Yoon-gi keeps staring at her like he wants to swallow her whole. “I’m Lee, his cousin, by the way. This psychic lady said there’s a girl that will bring him luck and she’s tied with number 1