EVERYONE HAS A WHY?

Jaebum and Jisoo were back home after getting the clear from the Doctor, besides a small bruise on her elbow that the nightmare of a day is finally over.

"Jae, did you see my phone?"

"Now" he says with a mouthful of noodles.

"Where is it.." She starts muttering to herself before she gets up from the dinner table.

Searching the entire apartment and throwing all the contents of her bag on her bed, she begins trying to recall where it may be.

"Oh!" something seems to click, as she quickly walks to her older brother asking for his phone.

"It must be with Jang-Hyuk" She says as she uses the name card he had given her earlier in the day.

"I have been meaning to ask sis, where did you meet Lee Jang-Hyuk"

Thinking back she answers, "Busan"

As her brother is about to continue questioning, the deep voice distracts her,

"Hello?"

Nervousness fills her throat, "Hi.. Uhm, Hi … is this Lee Jang-hyuk… It's me Jisoo… Did I leave some of my things in your car earlier?"

"Jisoo.. Kim Jisoo. And what might that be?"

"My phone?"

"I do recall seeing something, with a BTS wallpaper. But I thought it was some teenage fangirl's."

She blushes at his teasing before he continues, "Don't' worry I got it safe with me. I'm kind of busy right now though. So I'll stop by tomorrow morning okay?"

"Stop by?"

"Your brother's house"

"How do …."

"Because I'm Lee Jang-Hyuk… and I don't sleep with just anyone" He says whisper-like which causes her ears to tickle as she remembers his touch.

Her eyes shift to her brother, who thankfully hasn't heard what he had said.

"Okay"

"Jisoo-ah" he speaks in a different tone. A bit more serious this time, "How are you feeling?"

"Uhm.. I'm good … thanks for today again" She says trying to hide the fact that she wants today to be forgotten.

"If… if … the cops catch the guy… What would you do?" He asks

Taking a deep breath, she bites her bottom lip, "Ask him …. Why?"

"Why?"

"Yes … why does he hurt others. What made him do the things he does…."

"And if he tells you? What will you do then?"

Sitting on the couch, she leans into the seat, "Do you know what's my dream?"

"Tell me"

"I want to be a journalist" She says before continuing, "Isn't it interesting? There's always a story behind every picture you take, every man you see on the road, every beggar you see, every stander. There is always some truth to be uncovered."

"And if you uncover those truths? Wont you just be exposing the monsters that hide in the shadows?" He questions

"If we uncover those truths. Those stories of the monsters. They will no longer be fictional beings who we are scared of but will be human beings we can… help"

"Maybe one day … "

"One day?" She asks

'You'll listen to my story'

"I'll get to see your dream become reality" He says, "Take care Jisoo. See you tomorrow" as he hung without waiting for her answer.

At this moment, Jisoo was feeling all sorts of different emotions.

Fanning her cheeks, she leans back thinking of the words the man had said. She would be lying if she said she wasn't excited to see him tomorrow.

Jaebum suddenly snatches the phone from her hand, dragging her back to reality.

"I'm still waiting for an answer" He says as he glares at her.

"I'm tired. I'm going to be bed"

"Jisoo! I'm telling MOM!"

......

Hanging up the phone he places it face down on the table in front of him.

Before turning his attention back to the matter at hand.

"So where were we?" He says as he looks towards the man standing in front of him.

The eyes stare back at him in pure fear as his fingers continue caressing the cold steel of the knife in his hand.

"Oh I remember"

"You asked me who I am? Well simply, I am a monster who kills monsters. And unfortunately for you, your time is up."

"I didn't do anything.. Please. I'm innocent" He plees

"Your first mistake- killing little kids… how boring.. It's not something to brag about.

You really fit the mould too. Low intelligence, poor communication skills and impulsive.

If you really want to get some enjoyment.

It needs to be a challenge, not a game of tag" He huffs, "Do you understand me?"

"Please … let me go. I will be do anything you want… I promise… "

"Pathetic" he laughs "Your Second mistake… You tried to take what is mine. And for that you must … die" He says with a smirk

"When you're reborn, make sure find real prey…"

As he says this, the stocking short male rushes at him in his last ditch effort to save his life.

As an immediate reaction, he shifts left before using the handle of the knife to knock him back before gabbing his arms locking it in place before disarming him.

Looking at the weapon which has clattered to the ground, he can't help but chuckle.

"A pocket knife? Seriously? What you going to do ? Cut my fruit? "

Picking it up in his gloved hands, he presses it to his throat.

"This little thing, will cut the hell out your fingers during a stabbing. More often than now its going to bend or break on you. Bones… are harder than you thing. Oh I forget you're not used to fighting someone your own size. But hey , I guess you I can teach you."

Taking the knife away from his throat, he stabs into the man's torso, not deep enough to hit bone but enough to induce bleeding.

He then switches location and repeats the process as if he is carving something into his chest.

Despite the man's violent protests there is little he can do.

Once the show ended, he admires his artwork, which looks similar to a kid's drawing of a happy family but with only one colour as the blood flows out of his mouth.

Heading back home, he cleans himself off before turning his attention to the phone in his hand.

It had a passcode, not that it would do anything.

As he began checking her social media accounts, contacts, emails, texts.

He even saved some of her photos In his phone in case he needed to see her face.

Though he didn't understand why he'd feel such an urge.