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"I don't know that. That's the missing part of the puzzle," she sighed.
"But, wouldn't Baekhyun have to die here to end up there even if he was still alive? Then wheat about OUR Baekhyun? What happens to him?"
"There's only one way to find out," Ha Jin pushed back her chair, "Come with me."
"It's a complete possibility," Choi Ji Mong sighed.
"What, you've been to the past, too? Is it just me or is today CRAZY?!" Chen smashed his forehead to the table, "Ouch."
"I told Ji Mong-ssi on phone about our conclusion earlier," Ha Jin began, "but, it just doesn't make sense. The pieces don't fit together."
"Unless there's something we all don't know about." Ji Mong spoke up.
Eun's ears perked up.
"We all know the 14th Prince hated funerals," Ji Mong, "even seeing a dead body got him all sweaty and nervous."
Chen and Xiumin stood still. Eun and Ha Jin nodded.
"Why, then, did he specially request to bury Eun's body?"
Ha Jin shrugged.
Eun, "Because he loved me more than any of his other siblings?"
Xiumin, "Who cares if it's Wang Eun or Baekhyun, it's always a hundred percent on the ego in that body."
"Oh, come on," Ji Mong began, "are you reasoning on 'family bond'? He didn't even attend Hae Soo's funeral!"
Ha Jin humphed. "Rude,"
"Serves you right."
"What was that?!"
"Oh, I said, you're right, that was so rude of him," Xiumin quickly mumbled.
"So, you're saying, Eun's still alive back there? Why didn't Jung say anything, not even to me?"
"Yes, it just might be possible he might be alive in that past," Ji Mong explained, "Jung may have feared for his brother's life, and since you were close to the Emperor- let's just say he was trying to save Eun."
"So, we, basically, need to find where the 14th Prince has kept Wang Eun," Chen said.
"Good to see you're keeping up."
"How do we do that?"
"Simple," Ji Mong began, "yet, complicated."
"What?"
"Find Jung's reincarnation and ask him."
"Yes, that's it, but, where do we look?"
"There comes the complicated part."
"I should've known I was never to trust this girl," Chen huffed.
"Unless you want a thousand year-old prince stuck in your friend's body, I don't care either," Ha Jin snapped.
"Listen, stop fighting, alright?" Xiumin began, "CBX is going on an All-Korea tour next month. We could help, if only we knew how he looked."
"Youngjun-ssi knows that sketch artist," Chen began.
"Perfect," Ji Mong said, "Ha Jin-ssi, I expect Jongdae-ssi will forward the contact to you. Could you please fetch him?"
"We'll come with you," Chen said.
"Nothing doing. I'm going alone, thank you very much. I do not want another taste of your overly-red hair."
The building was small, and the corridors were stuffy. According to the address Chen forwarded to her, Im Woo Hyun lived in a tiny, studio flat at the other end of the narrow corridor.
When she reached, Ha Jin knocked.
"COME IN! I'M KINDA BUSY!" came the voice.
Ha Jin pushed down the cold metal door knob and went in. She was dumbfounded.
Every wall in this already-tiny room were covered with multiple bulletin boards, each of them pinned with several already-yellowing sheets of paper of several sketches that he'd done. Ha Jin was impressed with his talent.
Not until she noticed the opposite wall.
It held a bulletin board with the heading 'The Girl' and had several sheets pinned to it.
One had an eye, that looked like it belonged to a female. Another one had lips, and the next one just had strands of hair.
From a pile of clutter, a man stood up, wearing a mouth mask.
"Sorry," his cheekbones lifted, which hinted to Ha Jin, he was smiling.
He jumped over piled of paper and pins, wiped his palms of his pants, and outstretched it.
"I'm Im Woo Hyun. You must be Go Ha Jin, Youngjun-ssi told me."
"Yes, yes, I am. What-" she pointed to the bulletin board titled 'The Girl', "what's this?"
Woo Hyun sighed. "Actually, I don't know myself."
Ha Jin raised her eyebrows.
He continued, "Sometimes, I get these flashes. I don't how, or from where, but it just happens. It's always of this one girl. And when this happens, I lose control of my whole body. I just pick up a paper and a pencil and everything else in the drawing falls perfectly into place."
She couldn't bring herself to believe that. How could anybody do something so perfectly when you have no control of your own body?
"About my purpose," she came back on track, "I'm sure you remember drawing Soon Deok for my friend Baekhyun."
"Yes."
"I need you to come with me to a place. We need your assistance again, today."
"I'll be glad to help. Just give me a few minutes, let me just go grab my coat."
Woo Hyun ran back in and came out in a jiffy, still wearing his mouth mask.
"Do you wear the mask everywhere?" Ha Jin enquired.
"Oh no," he laughed, "I put it during work, sometimes, I guess, I'll take it off now."
Ha Jin nodded, and bent down to tie her shoe lace.
She straightened back up, and turned back to Woo Hyun, "I guess, we'll get going, the-"
She gasped and fell backwards, now seeing Woo Hyun's full face. He caught her by the waist in time before she hit her head on the wall.
"Ms. Go Ha Jin, is something wrong?"
Ha Jin lifted her hand and stroked her thumb across his left cheek, just to make sure.
"W-Wang So?"
