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It only took you one more turn to finally get to the cemetery. But the bad feeling came upon you again, as if warning you not to go on. 'Aish! Come on, -ah. There's nothing here that could frighten you. And you don't even believe in ghosts.' You scolded yourself before going on and driving to find a good parking spot, somewhere nearer to the gravestones of your parents so that you won't have to walk farther on your way back later. As soon as you saw a white van parked nearby, something inside your stomach felt twisted all of a sudden, like you're about to expect the worst to come.

'Aish! There you go again with all the bad gut feelings! Stop being a wimp -ah!' You urged yourself to move as your fingers started to get sweaty and clammy as you took the keys off the car and went on to get out of the car. Shaking the odd aura you've been getting, which only intensified as you arrived at the cemetery.

The instant you got in front of your parents' graves, you knelt down and breathed in deeply. 'Mom, Dad...tomorrow...would be the day that he...Our Joon-oppa...He will be married to Bomi-ah.' You felt the familiar clenching of your chest again. 'Remember her? Yoon Bomi? My bestfriend from middle school? She...used to be Joon-oppa's first girlfriend...and the only reason why they've split up is because she and her family moved to the States.' You relived the memories of the very first time you introduced Bomi to Joon like it only happened recently.

“Mom! Dad! Oppa!”

You called out, immediately getting your entire family’s attention.

“Tsk, what's with all the noise around, huh -ah?”

“Aigoo, don't be like that Joonie-oppa. Mom, Dad, I Bomi here! I hoped to introduce her to oppa since she's been really nice and kind to me and oppa says he wanted to meet my bestfriend, so yeah. Here we are!”

That's when you pulled Bomi from behind you and made here come face to face with Joon.

Back then, neither of you knew of your feelings yet and the moment Yoon Bomi stepped in the scene changed you and Joon since then.

“Annyeonghaseyo Auntie, Uncle. It's been a long time since I last visited.”

After giving a polite bow, she then turned to Joon.

“You must be Lee Changsun-sshi. Annyeonghaseyo. I'm Yoon Bomi and I'm -ie's bestfriend. I hope you'll help me get to know -ie more.”

And that's when and where it began – Lee Changsun and Yoon Bomi.

It only took them a few months to become an official couple.

At first, the pang of jealousy was just nothing to you...not until you started to feel like wanting to be in Bomi's shoes, beside HIM, Lee Changsun.

'Aigoo...Mom, Dad, is it so wrong to wish for a miracle to happen?'

You thought, tears finally spilling out of your eyes as you pictured out how perfect their wedding would be – all the more perfect with you in the scene. 'That's right...Bomi would be dolled up and be more perfect in her wedding gown, poised to meet Joon-oppa by the altar...and Joon-oppa would look so dashing and perfect as well, in a suit. Can you imagine that Mom, Dad? Oppa's really good with suits now...thinking of how much he hated wearing such styles before...and tomorrow, he's gonna swear an oath of eternal love and union with Bomi-ah...before the people...looking like the Prince Charming I've always dreamed of.' That did it. You just can't stop the tears from flowing anymore.

But before you could completely break down to a worse wreck than what you are now,

The sound of cracking branches and shuffling feet roused your attention.

Or rather, caution.

'What was...that? Ugh! Cut it off, -ah! You're just scaring yourself!' You frowned at yourself and how your own mind's playing such tricks on you. However, as you finally made a decision to check whether you're alone in the area, despite the company you think is also around the cemetery – you thought of the people who owned the white van – you snapped your head around, feeling how the eerie sounds seemed to get closer.

When you listened closely, all you heard was silence.

The problem is . . . the area just got TOO QUIET,

That it seemed SO WRONG now.

Click.

The sound of a trigger being pulled.

It was no mistake . . . Someone else was there with you,

Armed with a damn gun.

Before scary images of crime scenes and bloody encounters with imaginary thugs kept holding you back – and that would be all thanks to your trembling knees – you went on, heading back to the parking lot after bidding your parents' graves a hurried and hasty goodbye, hoping they'd protect and look down on you from above, whatever might happen from now on.

The instant you got back to the car, you immediately stepped on the gas, ready to drive your way out before whoever was around – moreover whether that person has any intention of shooting bullets through you – can't get anywhere near you anymore.

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