Episode Three: The Debussy Murders Part One
“After months of negotiations between Mrs. Kim, her esteemed attorney Mr. Lee Junho, The Ministry of Justice and the District Attorney’s office, all charges filed against Mrs. Kim have been dropped. The trial today left many confused and more than a little disappointed in the skills of lead prosecutor Choi Jung Keun. Mr. Choi had no comment to make as he left the central Federal Courthouse this afternoon. Mr. Lee on the other hand seemed ecstatic and promised the entire courthouse a round of drinks at his expense.” I rested my hands on my hips as I stared at the television mounted on the wall. My chest seemed to stretch as I bottled volatile emotions I didn’t dare release for fear of breaking something. At that moment, I could have killed Junho even though I knew it wouldn’t do me any good. Besides, he was the only defense attorney I knew, who else would get me off the hook for murder if he were dead?
“This is just sickening.” I groaned, watching the news broadcast shift to a video taken earlier that afternoon of Sunbaenim Choi and myself leaving the courthouse. My head stayed tucked low in shame, hidden beneath a manila folder I used to shield myself from the sun as well as the disappointed stares of all the poor people Mrs. Kim had defrauded. I couldn’t bear to look at them knowing I’d failed them. I was the reason they weren’t shouting in elation after seeing the woman who’d sent them spiraling into debt locked up. All because I couldn’t say no to Lee Junho. Jung Keun on the other hand didn’t appear fazed at all, his head stayed high as he descended the stairs and opened the back of his sleek black sedan so that we could both slide inside. But I knew better than to trust that stoic face of his. Inside he had to be dying. It had been a little over two weeks since Junho had blackmailed me into giving him the updated court record that held receipt of all the evidence my Sunbae had needed to put Mrs. Kim behind bars. In that short time the rat bastard had reworked everything in his favor. During the trial he’d made us both look like fools, declaring the evidence was ‘circumstantial’ and even going so far as to boast that it had been tampered with. The more he went on the more everyone just seemed to believe him, without questioning his authority. I watched as the faces of the juries changed as he wooed them with his silken voice, dazzling smile and his overwhelming use of logic. Damn his logic. They were easily swayed to his side of the argument and within just one short hour the charges had been dropped and Mrs. Kim was free. I still remembered the haughty look on her face as she rose gracefully from her seat and wrapped Junho in an awkward embrace that was way too close to be strictly professional. I wanted to weep. I’d been solely responsible for the loss of the trial, and even though Sunbaenim didn’t know the full extent of what I’d done I knew he still blamed me for it. Even if he denied the fact that he did. How could he not? It was our first trial as a team and I’d let him down. I was a walking bad luck charm and he’d be much better off just getting rid of me. But instead of kicking me to the curb like any sane person he’d just sighed once we were comfortably seated in the back of his car, an unlit cigarette hanging from his bottom lip as he searched for his zippo. His words of wisdom still rang in my ears, causing my heart to flutter rapidly in my chest.
“Some trials are won, and some are lost. It’s not about winning or loosing, it’s about seeking justice above all else. That is something Mr. Lee doesn’t understand. And no matter how much people praise him as a genius attorney, so long as he puts his own selfish endeavors over what is right, he will always fail.” I’d watched him finally light his cigarette and take a long drag. He seemed so calm and composed, but his dark eyes were frustrated. And that frustration pained me. I wondered how he seemed to know Junho so well, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask about him. Whether it was for fear of stirring up old memories and bringing my Sunbae even more pain, or revealing what I’d done, I couldn’t say, but his name refused to pass my lips so long as I was in his presence. I’d put that question away to be asked at a time that wasn’t so rife with tension. Still, I couldn’t help pondering why someone as blue blooded as my Sunbae would waist any time getting to know Junho who looked and even acted like a thug. But then again, who was I to talk?
It hadn’t been three hours since I’d been dropped off in front of my apartment building. I’d started on dinner but soon found I didn’t have much of an appetite. I was entirely too depressed to do anything more than crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep.
“You’ve got to stop beating yourself up Yeun Seuk. You didn’t travel all this way to wuss out, you came to make something of yourself!” I shouted to myself, my voice echoing back at me off the bare walls of my apartment. My words sounded good, but I couldn’t force myself to feel better. Just when I was about to go curl up on the couch with my fingers in a canister of cake icing my cellphone rang. Frowning I snagged it off the coffee table and blanched as my Sunbae’s name flashed across the screen. “I’m sorry please don’t fire me!” I wailed after answering the call. Jung Keun just sighed.
“Miss Park, do you want me to fire you?”
“No! How could I ever want that?” I felt my heart sink into the pit of my stomach. To my surprise my ears were met with an indignant snort.
“Then stop bringing it up. If I were to fire you there wouldn’t be enough tears on the planet to save you. Now, what are you wearing?”
“…I’m sorry I must have misheard you.” My tears stopped instantly. Was I hearing things?
“It’s not a come on Miss Park, I’m inquiring if you’re dressed.”
“Well…” I glanced down at my black hoodie and shorts. “Yes.”
“Good. Come downstairs.” He said curtly before hanging up. I suddenly had the strangest feeling of déjà vu. Stuffing my phone in my back pocket I tiptoed over to the window and peered ten stories below at the familiar black sedan that idled at the curb. What in the name of god is going on now?
“I have a bad feeling about this.” I whined as I grabbed my keys and the first pair of shoes I saw before leaving my apartment and making my way downstairs. Rain had just begun to fall, covering the world around me in a light hazy mist. The passenger door opened and I slipped inside, being sure to pull my seatbelt on tight after closing the door. Sunbaenim was behind the wheel of the car and I was beyond surprised to see him dressed casually in a pair of black slacks, black button down and a black wool coat. He’d obviously dressed for the weather meaning he was either psychic or he took time to watch the weather report. There were just so many things I didn’t know about this man.
“What are you staring at?” He asked and my eyes immediately snapped to the road in front of us as he pulled into traffic.
“Nothing…I’ve just never seen you without a suit on.” I risked taking a peek at him from beneath my lashes. His hair was causal too; instead of combed back away from his face in its usual style it gently framed one side of his face. His lips twitched as if he were holding back a smile.
“I don’t sleep in them Miss Park.”
“I know I just…so wait this is what you sleep in? Where are we going? And since when do you drive your own car? Where’s Mr. Chauffer from this afternoon?” The questions tumbled forth but he didn’t deem it fit to provide any answers. Instead he reached over my knees and opened the glove compartment, damn near giving me a heart attack as his fingertips brushed my skin. Out of the glove box came a yellow envelope that he shoved into my lap. “What’s this?” I asked and again he didn’t speak. Pulling the envelope open I slid what looked to be a police report out of it, my eyes widening at the officer’s sloppy handwriting. “Homicide report. Mrs. Kim Soon Yul pronounced dead on the scene. Cause of death…bludgeoning?” I gasped, staring up at the grim lines that had begun to form around his mouth.
“I got the report as a fax just minutes before I called you. It seems someone wasn’t happy with the loss of the trial today. They followed her to her penthouse apartment and murdered her.” He said and I slid the report back into the envelope, my eyes wide as his words sunk in. We both knew that Mrs. Kim had plenty of angry enemies, but who would be so cruel as to follow the older woman home and beat her to death?
“Murder weapon?” I asked and he threw me a sideways glance as he turned onto a side street.
“We’ll find out once we’re on the scene.”
“We’re going to the scene? As in the scene of the crime? As in where someone just died?” I asked and again his lips twitched as if he wanted to laugh but refused to allow himself that freedom.
“Yes, the crime scene. Have you forgotten that investigation is part of my job description Miss Park? And since you’re my assistant it’s part of yours as well.” He said and my stomach fluttered.
“R-Right.” I could do this. I had to, in order to make up for all the mistakes I’d made since he’d taken me on as his partner. You can count on me Sunbaenim!
The drive to Mrs. Kim’s exclusive apartment building in downtown Seoul wasn’t long and before either of us knew it we were parking and climbing out of the car. Police officers were stationed outside, blocking off the building from curious passersby. Yellow tape sectioned off a neat perimeter, separating normal citizens from the rest of us who actually had to go in and look at dead bodies. Luckily, the coroners unit had already come and gone, leaving only more police officer, the Crime Scene Investigations unit, and us.
“I’m sorry sir I can’t let you pass.” I nearly ran into Jung Keun’s back as a dark haired police officer stopped us at the police tape. My Sunbae didn’t miss a beat, pulling his wallet out of his jacket pocket and flashing his Prosecutors badge. The officer curled his lip before lifting the tape and allowing us passage.
“What was that look all about?” I asked, hustling to keep up with my long-legged Sunbae.
“The police of this country hate prosecutors as well as the Ministry of Justice. It’s an ongoing battle between both forces for the right to investigate crimes. It’s best if you ignore them Miss Park.” He said as he led me onto the elevator past a Crime Scene photographer who didn’t hesitate to snap a quick picture of us before the doors closed. I rolled my eyes, stiffening as Jung Keun laid a heavy hand atop my head. I couldn’t stop myself from shivering; his hand was warm despite his cold outward appearance. “Yeun Seuk, I want you to keep close to me, don’t leave my side. And be sure to pay very close attention to everything that goes on inside this apartment.” He told me and I nodded, my eyes widening as the elevator doors slid open to reveal a foyer made entirely of marble. Large marble pedestals flanked an ornate wooden door that was adorned with gold leaf and what looked to be pearls. Mrs. Kim sure knew how to live. I would have been impressed had everything she owned not been paid for with the blood, sweat and tears of the poor. I followed Jung Keun into the apartment, watching him push open the door and step inside. I immediately wanted to gag, not because of the crime scene, but because of who stood in the center of the room, staring down at the dark red bloodstains on the plush white carpet.
“Ew.” I sneered and he turned to smirk at me.
“Good to see you too Miss Park.” Junho chuckled, smiling at my Sunbae and I as we moved further into the room. He was dressed casually as well in a pair of white slacks, a plaid button down and a brown belt slung low around his hips. His hair was once again combed into a spikey style that made him look like a hoodlum, as apposed to the carefully gelled back style he’d worn earlier in the courtroom.
“I’d return the sentiment but then I’d be lying.” I replied haughtily, much expecting to be reprimanded by my boss, but he seemed to overlook the fact that I was being a spiteful bitch. Maybe he just liked it when I insulted Junho?
“That’s too bad. I was really looking forward to seeing you again, though, not on a crime scene.” He said, taking a quick look around the crowded penthouse. Us aside, the place was packed with Seoul’s homicide unit, crime scene investigators and a few people I didn’t recognize. They were a solemn looking bunch, their heads low as a police officer herded them against the far wall of the living room. Junho had once again begun to speak but I couldn’t bring myself to pay attention. The apartment around us was extravagant, decorated in rich reds and dark gold. The fluffy carpet beneath our feet, though partially bloodstained, was a pristine white that would probably take a miracle to clean. Directly across from us stood a wall of windows that overlooked the sparkling city of Seoul and, on a raised platform in front of it stood a proud grand piano that appeared to have never been played. It was beautiful beneath the slightly dimmed ceiling lights to the point that the black lacquered wood almost seemed to glow. Atop the piano rested a sterling silver tray that held two glasses of champagne, one empty and the other half full…
“Miss Park?” My Sunbae called suddenly and my eyes snapped up to meet his, “Have you heard a word I’ve said?” He asked and I instantly looked contrite.
“No sir. I’m sorry I spaced out a bit.” I answered truthfully and Junho had the nerve to laugh. The bastard.
“That’s quite the assistant you have there. She can’t even bring herself to pay attention while you’re talking to her. Though I can’t blame her, you’re a bore if I’ve ever met one.” He smirked and Jung Keun ignored him completely in favor of frowning down at me. I was still staring at that piano. I didn’t know what, but something just felt off about it.
“Would you mind sharing your thoughts Miss Park?” He asked and I worried my bottom lip. I was a rookie; I didn’t want to open my mouth and risk sounding like a fool. But as if he’d heard my thoughts he gave me an uncharacteristic nudge that secretly meant he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Who knew my Sunbae was so persistent?
“Well. In the report earlier it stated that Mrs. Kim was home alone. But why would you pour yourself two glasses of champagne if you were here by yourself? I mean it’s obvious she likes to live extravagantly but two glasses of champagne? That’s a bit too much.” I asked, cocking my head slightly as I stared at the still bubbling champagne in the flute. Both Jung Keun and Junho frowned down at me then over at the glasses in question. “Uh m-maybe I’m wrong?” I instantly back peddled, wishing I could take back my words. This just wasn’t my week. What else could I manage to do wrong today?
“No. You’re exactly right.” Jung Keun said, flagging down one of the homicide investigators who begrudgingly made his way over to us. “Who was the officer who made the homicide report earlier?” He asked, an angry note in his baritone voice.
“That would be me…Sir.” He threw in the last part as an afterthought, deep, grim lines appearing around his mouth as he forced the words out. It was pretty much killing him to be polite. And my Sunbae looked like he was loving it.
“Then tell me, officer…Kwon,” He paused to read the mans name tag, much to his dismay, “What gave you the impression that Mrs. Kim was here alone?” Officer Kwon seemed to hesitate.
“Well…She…wasn’t alone.” He admitted sheepishly and my eyes widened.
“Care to elaborate?” Jung Keun asked and Officer Kwon motioned to the group of people they’d lined up against the far wall. A particular man in the center of the group began to fidget, casting us quick glances from beneath his shaggy black hair.
“That guy, who we identified as the building grounds keeper, was the one who initially called us to the scene. He was in the apartment when we arrived.”
“And you failed to file that in your report? How long have you had this job?” Junho interjected angrily, storming over to the man in question with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. “Yah. Where were you when my client was being murdered? If you were here within minutes of her death you had to have witnessed something.” Junho all but growled and Jung Keun was quick to make his way over as well. I hastened to follow him, watching the man stiffen up and all but shrink against the wall.
“What is your name?” He asked and the man began to stutter.
“K-Kim Myung Saeng.” He managed to say, avoiding the harsh stares of both my Sunbae and Junho. They looked about ready to kill the man.
“Are you going to answer my question?” Junho pressed and I reached out to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him slightly off balance.
“Leave the guy alone! You don’t have to be so rude to him.” I said and he gave me a shocked stare. Clearing my throat and stepped forward. The guy looked like he’d just witnessed a murder, his face was pale and his skin appeared clammy. The poor man was probably scared to death. “I’m sorry but could you please tell me what you saw?” I asked, hyperaware of Jung Keun and Junho’s eyes boring into the back of my skull. Myung Saeng lifted his head to stare at me, his deep brown filled with tears.
“M-Mrs. Kim invited me up to clean her apartment. She’s come on to me in the past so I wasn’t surprised to see she’d prepared champagne. She invited me inside and started to drink heavily. I was about to leave by the time she started on the second glass, and then suddenly the lights went out. T-There was a scream and I heard her fall. W-When the lights came back on she was dead.” He said, breaking down and sobbing into his hands. I stared at the poor man, piecing his story together in my head. There were so many holes in his testimony it was painful.
“Mr. Kim. Please, I know this is hard, but tell the truth.” I said and he gave me a stunned stare, a gasp falling from his lips. Junho placed a hand on my shoulder as he tossed Jung Keun a grin.
“She’s sharper than I imagined.” My Sunbaenim smirked.
“W-What do you mean?” Myung Saeng asked and I pointed at his feet.
“Your shoes. You’re the grounds keeper right? So that means you take care of the landscaping as well as the garbage for the entire building. Your shoes are naturally very dirty right?” I asked, motioning to the pristine carpet. “Yet the carpet is clean.”
“Meaning you removed your shoes when you entered the apartment. One doesn’t take off their shoes if they don’t intend to stay.” Jung Keun added and Junho grinned.
“They’re right. What was your real relationship with my client?” Myung Saeng began to stutter.
“Not to mention that Mrs. Kim was wearing heavy makeup during the trial today, I doubt she had time to scrub it all off before she was murdered.” I pointed to the champagne glasses, “There’s only a lipstick mark on one of the glasses. If she drank them both–”
“Alright enough! Don’t say anymore!” He suddenly exclaimed, his breathing suddenly becoming frantic. The man looked as if he was about to snap. Instantly Junho grabbed me and pulled me behind him, stepping forward to give Myung Saeng a menacing look.
“Lower your voice.” He growled and I gawked up at him while my Sunbae frowned deeply. “I’m giving you one last chance to tell the truth. The next lie that comes out of your mouth will be your downfall.” He threatened and Myung fell back against the wall.
“I-I…I…Can’t–” He began but was suddenly cut off by the sound of a single piano key being struck. Everyone in the room turned their attention to the black grand in the room.
“D-Did the piano just play itself?” I asked and Junho pulled me closer as the sound of some classical piece I couldn’t identify began to play. The gentle hum of the notes was calming amongst the chaotic atmosphere of the apartment. “What is it?”
“Debussy.” Jung Keun commented, his head low as he stroked his bottom lip in thought.
“Valse Romantique.” Junho added, his brow furrowed as he made his way over to the piano. The keys weren’t moving but a steady stream of music fell from its depths. I stared up at Junho’s sudden show of intelligence.
“Amazing.” I commented haughtily and he grinned back at me.
“Isn’t it? I’m not as stupid as I appear right?” He turned back to stare at the piano, “I studied classical music in college. The Valse Romantique in the key of F Minor. It’s actually one of his amateur works that he composed while studying at the Paris Conservatory.” He said and it was my turn to frown. He really was smarter than I thought.
“The song doesn’t particularly matter, it’s the meaning behind it that I’m more interested in.” Sunbae moved to my side and I turned to stare past him at Myung Saeng who had sunk to the floor and clutched at his head. He was shaking as if he’d just seen a ghost. The music continued to play, a crescendo of sound that only got louder and louder until finally, it stopped. Seconds before the power went out and someone let out an ear-piercing scream.
Episode Two: Deal
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Park.” His lips quirked into a smile that was borderline obscene as his hand extended in my direction. As if I actually wanted to touch the bastard. Could it have been that in my slightly hungover state I was imagining things? Could he just be some sort of apparition my brain had concocted to torment me for my bad behavior the night before? No, it couldn’t be. After all Yoona and Jung Keun Sunbaenim could see him too. I stood there, rooted in place, entirely too shocked to move a single muscle. Lee Junho’s eyes stayed locked on mine, seemingly shining with a dark light I knew was caused by some deal he’d made with the devil. I couldn’t believe my rotten luck. What had I done in my lifetime to deserve this?!
“Miss Park?” My Sunbaenim called, snapping me out of my thoughts and sending me hurdling back into reality.
“I’m sorry, you must forgive me but you look a great deal like someone I used to know.” I smiled as politely as possible, reaching out to shake his hand. The bastard’s smile only broadened as his grip tightened for a split second before he released me.
“That’s alright. Besides, you never know. Perhaps we met each other in another life.” Another life my ass.
“Right.” I replied numbly and he gave me a look that had my skin crawling. Jung Keun cleared his throat beside me.
“Park Yeun Seuk is my assistant, she will be assisting in the trial today.” He told him and Junho’s eyes left mine for the first time, travelling over to my boss as another smirk curled his lips.
“Is that so? I wonder what happened to your last assistant. She was certainly…pleasant to be around.” He said and I watched my boss’ eyes narrow slightly before he gave Junho a professionally crafted smile.
“Yes she was.” He took a breath before pulling back his sleeve to glance at his watch. “Well, now that the introductions are out of the way, shall we get on with this meeting Mr. Lee?” Sunbae asked and I had a feeling I was about to watch a gladiator take on a lion.
“Of course. I’d like to talk about the upcoming trial of Mrs. Kim.” Junho, who I refused to call Sunbae, said as he stepped further into the room, his eyes flicking from mine to Jung Keun’s.
“Ah, Mrs. Kim. You’re here to make a plea bargain I presume.” Sunbaenim said as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers. Junho seemed to take offense to that statement.
“Not even close. This meeting is in regards to the recent evidence you’ve submitted to the court record. Legally I’m allowed to review it before the preliminary hearing, correct?” He asked and Jang Keun cocked a brow.
“Under normal circumstances, yes, but charges haven’t been filed against Mrs. Kim as of yet.”
“But you’ve filed a complaint which means I have the right—!”
“Yes, a complaint has been filed but Mrs. Kim has not been brought up on charges. If you’d like for me to bring her up on something I’m sure I could push the paperwork for you.” Junho’s mouth closed with an audible snap. He obviously didn’t like the direction the conversation was headed. Both men appeared so calm and collected yet the heat of their passionate words continued to rise until I was afraid they’d set off the office sprinklers.
“What you’re doing is underhanded and you know it Choi.”
“Are you implying that I’m dishonest Mr. Lee?” There was laughter in my boss’ voice. You go Sunbaenim! Show him whose boss around here! Junho’s lips quirked into an unpleasant smile at that moment and I felt chills run down my spine. What could that bastard be planning?
“Mr. Choi! You have a female visitor downstairs, she claims that she’s from the district office.” Yoona chose that moment to step back into the office, her features pinched as she worried her bottom lip. Sunbae tossed me a strained look before turning a glare on Junho.
“If you’ll both excuse me.” He said before quickly exiting the office and leaving me alone with Satan.
The moment the door closed behind them I found myself panicking. They’d left me alone with the asshole of century who wasted no time in transforming himself into a blood thirsty predator. He didn’t hesitate to turn that venomous smile of his on me and I felt my stomach instantly begin to flutter. But whether from fear or something else entirely I couldn’t tell.
“I was worried something might go wrong today. Imagine my surprise when I found you here.” He spoke so suddenly my heart jumped in my chest. Leaning a hip against the desk I folded my arms over my chest and leveled a potent glare on him.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” His smile took chunks out of my soul. His hands slipped into his pockets as he angled his body towards mine. I could see his mind shift gears through his eyes. He was up to something but what I couldn’t tell.
“That’s easy. You’re my ace in the hole. My trump card. You’re the one person who can assure my victory over that pompous asshole.” He chuckled, advancing until he came to stand directly in front of me, my frown reflecting in his deep brown eyes. “You’re going to do exactly as I say.” His hands reappeared to settle on my hips and I instantly began pushing him away.
“Like hell I will!” I struggled but the bastard was a lot stronger than he looked. His lips captured mine and suddenly my battle turned inward. I couldn’t stop my body from responding to his; to the heat of his body as he spread my legs and settled between them or the nip of his teeth at my bottom lip. The moment he’d touched me I was a goner, an inferno of lust bursting to life inside of me. I was weak as I meekly clutched at his shoulders, wanting simultaneously to pull him closer and push him away. I didn’t understand why my body simply burned the way it did. How did he have this much power over me? It was when I felt his nimble fingers tugging at the buttons of my suit jacket did I finally wake up and shove him off of me. Junho went willingly, taking a couple steps back as he chuckled.
“I think I’ll have to pick up drunk American’s more often, you’re going to prove quite useful.” He smirked, slipping a sleek black phone out of his pocket and casually going through it while my life fell apart in my hands. I straightened myself, tugging my jacket back into place as I leveled a glare on him. My hands were shaking from his attack, my knees threatening to buckle at any moment. “And to think I would have had to resort to stealing.”
“As if you’re so far above it.” I bit out and his eyes lifted to catch mine.
“You’re right. I’m not. But if I can help it I’d rather my hands stayed clean. Now, the court record, give it to me.”
“Are you insane? Why the hell would I do that?” I scoffed and moved towards the door, fully intent on telling my Sunbae what a treacherous dog Junho really was, but before I could move an inch I was in his hands. Junho spun me around, forcing me onto the desk, the wooden ledge biting into my stomach as my nails skittered uselessly across the polished surface. He laid himself over me, pinning me there with his superior weight. I could feel his cock hardening against my backside, straining against the zipper of his slacks. The heat of his body alone managed to turn me on while at the same time I only wanted to murder him. How dare he take advantage of me like this?! “Smile and say cheese.” He brought his phone up and before I realized what was going on the flash of the camera was blinding me.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” I struggled and he turned the phone so I could look at the candid picture he’d just taken of us. My hair was disheveled and my face was twisted into an expression of lust mixed with utter despair.
“Just adding to my photo album. You see, I have a bunch of really great pictures of you and I together.” He used his thumb to swipe through an album of photographs that were borderline pornographic. And I was in every single one of them. I felt my chest constrict as I finally realized what he was planning.
“You’re going to blackmail me if I don’t give you the record aren’t you?” I asked, tears stinging my eyes as a sob lodged itself in my throat. Junho pulled away from me then, his hand taking mine as he pulled me off the desk.
“It doesn’t have to be that way. You could always give it to me willingly.” He said, his voice surprisingly tender as he wiped my tears away. He was giving me a way out, a chance to save myself. But to help him would mean going against my Sunbae who I owed everything to. I was completely at a loss for what to do. How was I going to get myself out of this situation? “Think about it, Choi is a prominent figure in the prosecuting world. If these pictures of his new assistant were leaked onto the internet…”
“No!” I jumped, scrambling to snatch the phone out of his hands but he quickly pulled it out of reach. That sort of scandal wouldn’t just ruin me but Sunbaenim as well! The man lived for his job, to loose it would be devastating!
“Then, the record please?” The evil, sadistic bastard had the nerve to smile down at me a if he hadn’t just threatened to utterly destroy two people. My chest rose and fell rapidly as emotions clashed inside of me. I remember Sunbae briefly telling me the day before about the upcoming charges against Mrs. Kim and how he’d discovered enough evidence that would put her behind bars for a very long time. All that valuable evidence was in the updated version of the court record, which only Sunbaenim and I had access to. If Junho somehow got ahold of it the entire case could be blown. Mrs. Kim was a despicable woman who’d defrauded multiple non-profit organizations over the years; she more than deserved to pay for her crimes. But was trying to win this case worth ruining both our careers? The answer was simple.
“I don’t know what motivates you to be this cruel, but I hope its well worth all the damage you’ve caused.” I said and he gasped under his breath. Apparently I’d stricken a nerve. I turned and skirted the desk so I could open Jung Keun’s briefcase and pull out the documents. Moving back to his side I shoved them against his chest, a glare tightening my features. He didn’t move for a few seconds, his eyes distant as he finally tightened his grip around the papers.
“I’ll tell you what, how about I strike you a deal?” He asked suddenly as he folded the papers and tucked them into the inside breast pocket of his jacket. “As long as you do exactly as I say, I’ll keep these photographs between us alright? Deal?” He asked and I folded my arms over my chest in defiance.
“And if I refuse?”
“By Monday morning they’ll be uploaded to every social networking site the world over. They’ll be so hot issue that the president of the United States will have seen them and will know that Lee Junho is sleeping with Choi Jung Keun’s hot paralegal.” He stated simply and I once again felt my heart sink into the pit of my stomach. He was such a rotten bastard. I hated him, loathed him even and I couldn’t wait until Karma came back around to kick him in his ass. “Do we have a deal?” He asked again, extending his hand for me to take. I glared at him for a full two minutes before slipping my hand into his.
“Deal.” I said and instantly regretted it. Junho tugged me into his arms and kissed me hard enough that I knew my lips would be bruised when he pulled away. His fingers idly traced the love bites on my neck that marked me as his and I felt sick.
“You won’t regret making that decision.” He whispered against my open mouth before stepping back and giving his jacket a sharp tug.
“I’m already regretting it.” I griped and he grinned.
“Regretting what?” My Sunbaenim chose that moment to walk back into the office with a sour looking Yoona at his side. He frowned the moment he saw me, taking in my disheveled state. I looked like I’d just walked backwards through a battlefield, my eyes were puffy and red from the tears I’d shed and my hair had fallen out of its bun to cascade around my shoulders. He knew instinctively that something had happened but he refused to comment on it in front of Junho. For that I was thankful.
“I regret…not being on time to work today.” I lied, something that would quickly become a habit now that I was in cahoots with Mr. Lee. I felt ill just thinking about it.
“Well, I see that you’re pretty busy Choi, we can finish our conversation at the Federal Courts this afternoon.” Junho said before turning to give me a smirk, “It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Park Yeun Seuk.” He winked and moved to saunter out of the room. Yoona bowed deeply before running to show him out of the building. I was silent as the door closed behind them. My Sunbaenim shoved a hand into the pocket of his slacks as he moved towards me. I couldn’t even lift my head to look at him. I half expected him to rave at me, even if he wasn’t sure what I’d done wrong. I was surprised out of my skull when he simply placed a hand atop my head in a comforting manner.
“He’ll pay for whatever he said or did to you.” He said simply and I felt my eyes once again fill with tears. I was such a horrible person.
Are American’s really this stupid? You know what, don’t answer that. I really shouldn’t even HAVE to make this blog post. But considering the fact that some people are ignorant, racist and just plain begging for a punch lately, I guess I’ll have to go ahead and talk about what it’s like to be a, and I quote, ‘Asian-Washed, self-hating black person’. Blog post after the sexy.
This post won’t be very long but it will be particularly image heavy seeing as the only thing that’s keeping me from chunking my laptop at a wall is Taeyang and the fact that I wouldn’t be able to stalk his twitter if my computer was damaged…and that going to school would be pretty much impossible with a destroyed laptop. That aside, I’m thankful to the boys of Big Bang and other various artists for keeping me out of jail tonight. If only everyone had such wonderful muses that made them stop and think about the course of their actions. Please, ye Gods of Korean Pop music, keep smiling on me while I attempt to refrain from physically harming the mindless bigots of the world.
I’m not normally a very violent person, in fact I’m quite the opposite. I’d like to believe that I was a fairly intelligent person and that I could use my words to diffuse even the stickiest of situations. But at the end of the day, I’m human. And sometimes humans just want to knock each others teeth in. This strange agression stems from a comment a now ex-friend happened to make while we skyped from our respective bedrooms. Anyone that knows me at all, or happens to follow either my WordPress or Tumblr blogs knows that I’m a pretty big fan of Korean Pop Music and Korean Culture in general. And, while my ex-friend and I chatted quietly about this and that, my cellphone happens to ring which in turn triggers a fangirl giggle fit as my ringtone happens to be Taeyang’s ‘Where U At’. After I hang up with my mother my ex-friend takes it upon herself to launch us into a full scale debate over how I “Really need to learn to appreciate my own race.” …I can’t even begin to explain the idiocy of this comment. But, okay. You want to debate. Let’s debate.
Ex-Friend: You spend all your time listening to that music, do you even understand the lyrics?
Me: 나는 한국말 조금 알아요. (I understand a little Korean.)
Ex-Friend: See that’s what I’m talking about, you don’t even speak English anymore. What even are you?
Me: …I’m the one that doesn’t speak English? And I apologize, I didn’t know that in order to be classified as a specific race I have to only speak a specific language.
Ex-Friend: That’s not what I’m trying to say.
Me: Then what are you trying to say?
Ex-Friend: You’re so Asian-washed! Why are you trying so hard to be Asian? Do you hate the fact that you’re black?
So, apparently being multicultural, open-minded and accepting of other cultures automatically means I hate myself and my race? What? I can’t even…
I have to apologize for my Ex-Friend’s ignorance here. I feel sorry for her and for the children she will undoubtedly raise to be just as ignorant as she is. It’s a tragedy that someone this stupid will be allowed to reproduce and damage another generation with her bullshit ideals.
I won’t transcribe the rest of the conversation because it got even more offensive as time went on. By the end of the hour long conversation not only was I ‘Asian-Washed’ and ‘Self-Loathing’ I was also a racist socially awkward shut-in with ‘yellow fever.’ …Those are her exact words.
As an adult, I feel as if I shouldn’t have to explain myself and my actions. But then I couldn’t help but think, what if she wasn’t the only person I knew who felt this way about me? What if, when I broke into random Korean with my friends, parents, even my pastor at Church, what if they thought I was attempting to be racist or belittle them in someway? Half of them won’t see this blog post but I really want to apologize that you’re stupid enough to feel that way. With all due respect. I speak Korean because I am learning the language. And typically when you’re learning anything you want to get in as much practice as humanly possible. If I’m wrong, feel free to correct me. I speak Korean because it is a beautiful language with a fascinating history and dammit I love the way it feels when it rolls off my tongue. I speak KOREAN because I LIKE speaking Korean. It has nothing to do with race, it has nothing to do with color or location, I speak it because it’s fun and because I can. I’ve been told by Korean natives that my pronunciation is impeccable for a foreigner and you know what, that makes me damn proud of myself. And if that offends you, I think you should pull on your big girl panties and kick rocks.
Why are you trying so hard to be Asian? So, let me get this straight, by being attracted to different cultures,being multilingual, dating outside my race and liking music from different countries, I am attempting to change my race? So I guess that means on top of Korean I’m also attempting to be Japanese, French, Spanish, and a flipping ELF because I speak a little Elvish too, right? Auta miqula orqu.
I’ve honestly reached my limit when it comes to dealing with people and their opinions. Just the other day some guy I was talking to on Facebook berates me for preferring Classical Music to his favorite boy band One Direction. Yeah that’s the face I made too. And he’s supposed to be a doctor. A DOCTOR that listens to One Direction and shuns people who listen to Classical Music…I don’t want to live on this planet anymore. I wonder how he would have reacted if I told him I listend to KPop since, some Asians I’ve met thought I was racist because for liking it. See, dumbasses come from all races and all walks of life.
I guess that, since I don’t have the technical know-how to build a rocket or locate an inhabitable planet that could support human life, I’m stuck here. And as long as I’m human and living on earth I’ll have to deal with these morons every.single.day. It’s sad to think that in 2012 people still haven’t decided to just love each other. It sucks knowing that I’ll be continuously persecuted by people because of the things that bring me joy. Well….fuck it.