Bleach

I put a fake smile on my face, which I had perfected, and opened the door, even though I was shaking with fear inside. Two men I don't know have been following Gong and me and are now banging on my door. It can't be a coincidence and that fear of Salesman at the beginning of the month that Gi-hun might kill him. It all came together.

-Good morning, can I help you with something?-I asked how nice a neighbor I was miraculously holding back my legs so that they wouldn't shake. One of the men with the gold chain leaned over to the other and said:

-Boss, isn't that the famous Instagrammer? Beverly Scoot?

-For two years, Hwang. Is there anything I can help you with, are you my fans who come to the door because they want a photo or whatever. I'll warn you right away, I don't meet my fans in front of my apartment and I hate when they come to the door.

-We wanted to ask you a few questions, can we come in?- asked the boss of the other man. They played clever reporters.

-I don't remember having an interview today. In a month I have an appointment for TV," I replied firmly.

"Not to Mrs. Hwang's TV, but to the newspaper," said the one with the chain. They were playing for time, probably Gi-hun was already on his way here.

-Who else reads newspapers? Only older people who don't know me and my work. Please leave here or I'll take the police for harassing me in front of my apartment-I said and almost closed the door, but the other one pushed me away and they both burst into the apartment-Hey, you can't do that! It's an invasion of privacy!-I shouted and the men disappeared into the living room. I quietly closed the door, turning it twice, and followed it.

-Where are you hiding him?- asked the one who pushed me.

"I'm not hiding anyone," I said, and both men were facing me. Gong quietly came out of the bathroom and began attacking the one who was standing closer to him. He hit him with his black briefcase, and I started fighting with the one who was wearing the chain. I thought there would be a problem with him, but I defeated him in a few blows and the Salesman finished by hitting him with his briefcase.

"I didn't know you were fighting like that," he said, running his hand through his hair.

-Ever since I was 5 years old, I went to a carata and I finished when I was 17 years old- I explained with a smile- What do we do with them?

-Do you have a rope and two chairs?- he asked and I nodded my head in agreement.

***

Gong sat the two men sent by Gi-hun on chairs facing each other and tied them with rope and taped their mouths. After half an hour they woke up. He stood over them with his smile and I watched the whole show from the kitchen island. Men began to play an advanced game of rock-paper, scissors and Russian roulette at the same time.

-I don't advise you to get the carpet dirty- I replied firmly, looking at the white fluffy carpet in the living room.

-I'll buy you back, Bev, I give you my word, so what gentlemen, a 50/50 chance-he said and the last game took place. The other man's boss lost just because he protected him. He was shot in the temple and fell to the floor with his chair. Thank God that no one lives below us and our neighbors are on vacation next to us. The man dressed in a red tracksuit began to shake with fear even more and tried to scream, but in vain.

-So what are you going to tell us everything?- I asked, jumping off the counter, approaching the men. Our new colleague nodded and I tore the tape off his mouth and grimaced.

-Who sent you?- asked the Salesman, crouching next to our slave.

"Sang Gi-hun," he replied quickly.

-What does he want?-this time I asked.

-You. People who counter this game. I thought it was a fairy tale, but when he encouraged us with a lot of money, we agreed, together with the boss, we found you and followed you, and then you got into the white Mercedes in which you were driving and we followed you.

-Everything is fine and so on, but we are not in control of the game- I said, looking at the man.

"Mr. Sang wants to know from you how to get to the boss and where he is hiding," he replied terrified, and the Salesman brought his face even closer to him.

-Listen now, because I won't repeat myself, and I don't like it very much, and you know my word for it, you don't want you to see me bad. We will let you go now and you will go to Mr. Sang handing this note, let him come to the club at 8 p.m. and do not advise him to be late, because we will be very badly understood?

"Of course," he said, nodding quickly.

"Great, and won't you mention to him that Bev was there for me, right?"

"Clear as day," he replied, and we untied him and he quickly fled the apartment, leaving the front door wide open. I closed it so that there would be no smell of fresh blood on the staircase and returned to the man.

-Do you have any bleach and a sewing kit?- I asked, leaning against the couch.

"I have both," I replied and went to the locker to take out the bleach and sewing kit my grandmother gave me for her 10th birthday. I haven't touched it since.

-I hope you know how to use bleach?

-I have used it more than once. You can find the black garbage bags in the cabinet under the sink – I said putting the set for Gong on the kitchen counter and went to get gloves for myself.

Clearing fresh blood from light-colored panels and a bit of carpet is no easy task when you have a whole meal backtracked at the sight of a corpse. The smell of blood mixed with bleach was horrible, but effective as we didn't want to leave a trace of it. In-ho will find out about it in the evening anyway, because there is no chance that this smell will fly out, but it's worth trying. The salesman sewed black bags with himself, in which we would pack the corpses and take them somewhere far away. After 2 hours, we managed to clean up and connect the bags together.

-Great job, now let's put him in this one big bag and drive him down to the parking lot. We'll pack him into a weigher and take him somewhere out of town," he said, shaking his hands. I took the least bloody part of my body, i.e. my legs, and my friend by the head. We packed it and drove down to the parking lot. I gave the man the keys and I went back to cleaning the apartment quickly and opened a few windows, you smelled that smell flew out. I returned to the Salesman, who was already sitting in the passenger seat, and I sat behind the wheel and we left the underground parking lot. I turned on my favorite Spotify playlist and gave my phone to my companion to set the location, and he did. It was an hour away and it was high noon, which was the biggest traffic jams in the city.

-You told me.  I would never see you walk away. Said you'd never break my heart. Never leave me in the dark. I guess there's just some promises. You shouldn't make. Shoulda known from the start!*

-Only not that- the boy muttered and I continued to sing my favorite song.

-Now I'm in the dark. Show a little loving. Shine a little light on me. Show a little loving!

-Why do all the women love this song and the type of boy like that Peter Kavinsky?!

-Because it's perfect? Every girl from my high school, whether American or Korean, loved this movie and this song – I replied nodding to the song.

-I hate any romance, they always end happily, I prefer detective stories and trillery rather than overly sweet love!

-Then you're unlucky because I only read and watch romantic comedies - I said with a smile and bored the song.

-What sins am I in this car for?

-Because you killed a man in my apartmen-Are you a normal woman?! Who gave you that fucking driver's license!st not because of me, because I didn't stop singing songs from my playlist.

***

We threw the body away in some abandoned garbage dump and returned home. When we were close to my apartment, I didn't see the red light and at the last moment I suddenly stopped, which almost caused my passenger to crash into the windshield.

-Are you a normal woman?! Who gave you that fucking driver's license!

-The same institution that didn't want to give you a few times- I bit back and moved on in the car. I parked in my usual place and we took the elevator to the 9th floor. I opened the door and we were greeted by the purring of my fluffy cat, whom I took in my arms and hugged. I packed myself and my husband into our suitcases and all I had to do was take the keys to my parents so that they would come and visit my cat and take care of him. The easiest way was to take the can to them, but my dad was allergic to cats and I couldn't give it to them. The allergy appeared quite recently, because we discovered it on Min-ho's second birthday. Around 7 p.m. he returned to In-ho's apartment and the questioning began.

-Why the fuck with bleach?- he asked as he entered the living room. He kissed me on the head and gave me a male high five with Gong.

-And I won't get a kiss?- he asked and got hit in the head.

-Fuck you, you're not my wife and I don't love you- he said sitting down next to me. I laid my head on his lap and slowly fell asleep. I was fed up with that day.

"Gi-hun's men found us and Salesman killed one of them and threatened the other. I used bleach to clean up the blood from the floor and carpet, and Gong sewed garbage bags for his body with himself - I answered his earlier question.

-Are you okay, darling?- he asked excitedly. I love it when she worries about me so much. He was an to most people, but not to me. In front of me, he showed his sensitive side, which I love.

-Fortunately not. I knocked one of them to the floor by myself, I said, and the boy kissed me on the temple, at which I smiled broadly.

-I'm glad you're safe and sound.

-And you won't ask me if you're okay? You're such a friend In-ho!

-I don't think I got married to you in July 2 years ago- my husband bit back, to which our friend pretended to be offended. Their relationship was great.

"I'm offended," he said and folded his hands over his chest.

-Come on, Gong, don't worry. Get up, I'm taking down your couch and going to sleep, I'm tired. In-ho will you take my parents' keys to the apartment, please? And in the meantime, I'll take down the Salesman's couch and get some warm clothes for us for tomorrow.

-Of course, honey, and we're going there tomorrow evening, so I don't have to go now- he said, and I took down the couch in the living room and we all went to sleep, because tomorrow we have an emotional day ahead of us.