Kim beom-jun (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

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You knew you were unlucky; you'd been told that a thousand times. Everything that happened to you surprised you, and this was one of those times. While driving home, you suddenly hit something. Someone. When you got out to check, you realized you'd run over a man. You cursed. How could this happen to you? But when you heard a faint groan behind you, it didn't calm your anxiety. A man with earmuffs had seen everything. Of course, you didn't let him go. You begged him for help. He refused, but after you pulled a large wad of cash out of his hand, he agreed.

I helped you, and together you managed to bury the man in the mountains. You tried to forget that night, took a shower, went to work as usual, but you kept checking the news on your phone, hoping they wouldn't find out about the crime you supposedly committed.

Today, you were treating a wound you had accidentally caused on your hand, panting, not until there was a knock at your office door and someone came in, you certainly didn't expect to see that stupid face.

“I can’t stop thinking about what happened. It’s just… it’s so wrong to do something like that.” He said in a low voice, as if he were a fool, while looking down, sitting in front of your desk.

Why didn't he just leave?

"Honestly, I don't know if I can stay silent. Unless another 20 billion won falls into my hands." He said, and his expression, previously full of tears, transformed into a friendly and sanctimonious smile.

You huffed and transferred the money. When money talks, truth is silent. He stood up, but before opening the door to leave, he stopped and turned to face you.

"And... one more thing. I'd like to go on a date with you. Would you like to go out with me?"

You couldn't believe it. Perhaps because you didn't know the truth. Kim Beom-jun had not only witnessed the accident, but had gone out of his way to involve you in it.