A/N Disclaimer: I do not own Mystic Messenger.
This is the longest chapter. There is a little bit of sexual content in this chapter. This chapter is a bit early, so the next chapter will be on Thursday instead of Friday.
And anyone my age that claims they didn't have a goth phase is lying.
Zen wakes up alone and is filled with disappointment…at least until he smells something amazing cooking in the kitchen. He gets up and uses the bathroom, throwing on a shirt before he exits the room. The sight that greets him in the kitchen brings a smile to his face. Mun-Hee has her phone sitting on the counter, playing some kind of American music, and she's swinging her hips back and forth to the beat while she flips some kind of bread over in a frying pan. Her hair is twisted up on the back of her head, and she occasionally hums to the melody of the song. "You better be careful," Zen says quietly, laughing internally at her little jump of surprise. "I just might get used to all this attention."
"Zen, you're awake!" she greets excitedly. "I'm happy to help you while you're sick. And who knows, you might not have to worry about getting used to it. I enjoy pampering you. You need to eat better."
He feels heat bloom in his chest at her comments. He hasn't had someone to care for him in a very, very long time, and it feels…nice. "What is that? It smells great."
"It's my favorite breakfast of all time," she declares. "My dad used to make it for me every weekend when he was home from work. It's called French toast. I know it's not a Korean thing, but I'm sure you'll love it."
"You're broadening my horizons, and I think I like it," he tells her, smiling happily.
She throws two slices on a plate and douses them in syrup. He sits down at the counter, and she slides the plate over to him along with a fork. "Dig in! Let me know if you want anything else on it." She turns back to the stove and starts making herself a portion.
Zen picks up his fork and cuts a piece of the bread. It smells like cinnamon. Once the bite passes his lips, his eyes roll back in his head. "Oh my god. This is incredible." He begins shoveling more food in his mouth, continuing to moan and praise her for the breakfast.
Mun-Hee bites her lip and grins at him. "I'm glad you like it. It's still my favorite breakfast, and I wanted to share it with you."
"You're the best, babe."
Mun-Hee digs into her own breakfast and pulls out her phone. Logging into the chatroom, she sees that Jaehee is online again and just closes the phone instead of talking to her. "What do you want to do today?"
Zen's pale skin has a slight flush to it with her question. "I really could use some help taking a shower. If that's not too weird."
Mun-Hee smiles. "It's not. I'll help you, Zen. I don't want to get ahead of myself or assume things that you don't want, but if we're going to be together, we should be able to rely on each other no matter what."
"I want you to be my girlfriend," Zen insists. "I'm not supposed to draw too much attention to myself according to my contracts, but that doesn't mean I can't have a girlfriend. We'll just have to not be ostentatious."
"I don't really like being the center of attention," Mun-Hee says between bites, squirming at the thought of being in the spotlight.
"I know, babe. That'll work out well for me. It's not that I'm ashamed of you."
"You don't have to explain that part," she assures him with a smile. "I understand." She picks up the plates and rinses them off in the sink. "I'll do those up later. Let's go take care of you now." The flush on her cheeks matches Zen's.
The two of them go into Zen's room, and Mun-Hee goes to fill up the bathtub, deciding that a bath would be more suitable for the cast. "Babe?"
"Yes?" she calls. He sees her head pop around the bathroom door and look at him sitting on the bed.
"What do you need me to do?"
"I'm running you a bath. I'll have you keep your leg on the ledge, and I'll wash whatever you need and help you get up. I'm going to go get a bag to put around your leg, so the plaster doesn't get wet." She clears her throat, and her blush increases. "I'm going to need you to take your clothes off."
"Okay," he says shakily. She leaves the room to go find a bag, and he removes his shirt. "Mun-Hee?"
"Yeah?" she calls, coming back through the door holding a bag and a roll of tape.
"Have you ever…umm…"
"No," she answers quickly. "You?"
"I don't know if you'll believe me but…no."
Her face breaks into a large smile. "Well, I guess I won't have to worry about being compared to someone else."
"Even if I had, I would never compare you to anyone else," he insists, beginning to pull down his pajama pants.
Her eyes stay locked on his hands moving slowly down his hips and legs. He had foregone wearing any underwear beneath the flannels. "Oh," she sighs. His bare body is revealed to her, and he's magnificent, all toned muscle and smooth alabaster skin.
His face has a deeper red tint to it than before, rivalling his crimson eyes. "I think it's only fair that you return the favor."
She takes a steadying breath. She wants this, but she's nervous about how she looks standing next to this statuesque masterpiece. Mun-Hee pulls her shirt over her head and slides her shorts down her legs. When she's standing in just her underwear, she takes another deep breath. Reaching behind her, she unclasps her bra and allows it to fall down her arms and to the floor. The final piece of clothing follows the rest, and she stands in front of him, completely bare for the first time. Gathering her courage, she looks up at Zen. The look in his eyes catches her breath in her chest. "Well, this is me," she says lamely.
He steps forward, dragging the casted leg behind him, until he's close enough to reach out and touch her. His hands extend and gather her into his larger body. "You're beautiful, babe. I don't want to hear you put yourself down ever again."
Tears fill her eyes and overflow. She looks up at him with so much love in her gaze that Zen can't stop himself from kissing her senseless. They indulge in the other for a short amount of time, but it soon becomes obvious that Zen needs to be off his leg. He might heal fast, but he won't be healing quickly if he doesn't keep off of it. He wipes away the tears from her face, and the two move into the bathroom to get him clean. "Let me help you," she offers, grabbing his hand and guiding him into the tub, keeping his leg off to the side and wrapping it in the plastic.
"Why don't you come in with me? There's enough room."
She smiles at him and nods, carefully sliding into the water, and settles facing him in between his legs. The bodywash is next to him, and Mun-Hee lathers it up in her hands and begins working it into his skin. He closes his eyes and lets his head rest against the lip of the tub. Her hands are so small, but they slide over each and every muscle and dip on his body, not missing a single space and enflaming his desire at the same time. If only his leg were better…but this way, they may not be quite as nervous when the time comes later. They've already knocked down a couple of barriers. "I need to wash your hair now," she whispers, not wanting to break the comfortably intimate atmosphere they've created.
He nods and dips his head under the water to get it wet. When he comes back up, she pours out some shampoo and massages it into his scalp. That being finished, she runs some of his conditioner through the strands and has him rinse. The water is still warm, and neither of them want to get out, so Zen just pulls her close and looks into her whiskey-colored eyes. "I wish my ankle weren't broken," he sighs quietly.
She smiles at him. "It'll be better soon, and I'll still be here. Besides, I don't know if it's girly and weird, but I always wanted my first time to be special. I want us to both be in best condition."
"I can do that," he promises. "I'll be better soon, and I'll make everything special for us." He leans forward to kiss her again, and she lets out a tiny moan. Emboldened by her reaction, he slides one of his hands up her side. Mun-Hee trembles in his grasp, and her hand comes up to meet his. Zen thinks she is going to pull him away, but she moves his hand up to cup her right breast instead. His eyes shoot open and look at her in shock.
"I know we can't go all the way today," she begins, "but I want you to know that I trust you. Go ahead, you can touch me however you want to."
He gulps and turns his attention to the breast in his hand. It's dainty but lovely. A rosy areola and nipple are at the tip of each breast, and he brings up his other hand to be able to cup them both. Zen moves his fingers all around the mounds of flesh. When his finger slides over one of the nipples, she sucks in a surprised breath. Zen's crimson gaze meets her, and he repeats the movement on both breasts. She moans out loud, and his eyes glaze over with lust. Surging forward, his lips meet hers again, and he continues to stroke and even lightly pinch her nipples. Her moans and whimpers encourage him, and he feels bold enough to let one hand slide further down her body.
Mun-Hee sucks in an amazed gasp against Zen's lips when she feels his hand dip between her legs. His left hand is still pinching the nipple of her right breast, but the addition of his other hand below feels remarkable. Zen may have never done this before, but that doesn't mean he doesn't somewhat know what he's doing. He quickly finds the bundle of nerves and circles it in agonizingly slow movements. "Zen," she moans brokenly after a couple of minutes, breaking away from his mouth when it becomes too much.
He moves his lips down and latches onto the soft skin of her neck. "Just feel, babe. Let me make you feel good."
"Okay," she agrees through a whimper. "But only if I get to return the favor."
"Fine by me," he growls, sinking his teeth into the junction of her shoulder and neck. She shrieks as he combines that with a rough tug of her nipple and a swift uptake in the speed of his circles on her clit. Mun-Hee's body trembles, and she comes undone under his fingers. Zen holds onto her, as she seems to have gone quite limp, and she catches her breath while laying against him. When she can finally open her eyes, she kisses him slowly and passionately, allowing her hand to sink below the water and find his hard erection. Now it's his turn to gasp and sigh.
Mun-Hee slowly moves her hand around his length, feeling every vein and ridge. She begins sliding her hand up and down his girth, swirling her hand around the swollen tip with every pass. He groans and falls against her neck. She continues to work him into orgasm, and it doesn't take much of her movements to have him releasing into her hand. "My god, babe. You're incredible," he declares after catching his breath.
She smiles and leans forward to kiss him. This time, it's a sweet kiss—not nearly as frantic and passionate as the ones earlier. She dries herself off and helps him out of the tub, drying him off as well. "So, what do you want to do today?"
"Whatever you want to do. I don't have any plans. I do need to call the director for the role that I gave up and see if I can get it again."
"Why don't you do that, and I'll go pick out a movie for us to watch?"
"Sounds great," he agrees. After pulling on her clothes and helping Zen with his, she wanders out to the living room to look through his collection of movies.
While she's debating between one of her favorite comedies and an action movie she hasn't seen yet, there's a knock on the door. Since Zen is still on the phone, Mun-Hee goes over to open it. On the other side is Echo Girl, breathing heavily and wearing an expression of disgust. "Can I help you?" Mun-Hee snaps, lifting one eyebrow in a challenge.
"Tell Zen that I will have my revenge. He will pay for ignoring my feelings!" she shouts.
"What are you talking about?"
"Wouldn't you like to know!"
Mun-Hee sees a person running toward Echo Girl and assumes it's the manager. "Excuse me! Could you please get her out of here?" she shouts to the woman.
The manager visibly sags in relief at locating her charge and drags the angrily protesting girl off with her. Mun-Hee closes the doors and leans her head back against it. What did she mean by revenge? Zen entering the room disturbs her panicky thoughts. "Babe? Who was that?"
"Echo Girl," Mun-Hee answers. "She said to tell you that she would get her revenge on you for ignoring her feelings. What do you think she meant?"
He shrugs. "Beats me. I hope it's nothing serious."
Unease nags at Mun-Hee. "Do you think something bad will happen?"
"We'll deal with it when it happens, but I don't see what she could possibly do to me. Did you pick out a movie?"
"Yeah," Mun-Hee replies. She pops in the DVD and plops down next to him on the couch, but her phone rings just as she's about to press play. "Oh, it's my mom. Do you mind if I take this?"
"Not at all. You can just answer it here."
Mun-Hee clicks the accept button and answers the phone. "Hey, mom."
Her voice is so loud that Zen can hear her from his place next to Mun-Hee. "Hey, sweetie! I'm just calling to check on you. I haven't heard from you in a few days."
"Oh, sorry. Everything's fine. I actually kinda got a new job."
"You quit teaching?"
"No, I'm still teaching. I work for a charity too, though. I'm the guest relations and party coordinator person."
"You were always good at guest relations. Sylvia still talks about you whenever I see her."
"That's nice to hear."
"So, what else has been going on with you? Anything to report?"
Mun-Hee glances over at Zen. "Um, I've been staying with one of the charity members for a couple of days. He broke his ankle, and I've been helping him make food and get around." She sends him a pretty smile, and he returns it. She puts her finger over the microphone. "What do you want me to say about us?"
"You can say we're together if you want. I doubt she'll know my manager," Zen offers.
"He?" her mom exclaims. "You got a boyfriend and didn't tell me? What does he look like? What's his name? What does he do?"
"It's recent, mom. His name is Hyun Ryu, but he goes by Zen onstage. He's a musical actor, so we have to keep everything on the DL."
"A musical actor? Oh, you'll be able to understand everything he says, then." Zen shoots Mun-Hee a curious look, and she mouths that she'll tell him in a second. "Send me a picture of you guys. Is he with you right now?"
"Yeah, he's here. I'm guessing you want to say hi?"
"Of course. Put the phone on speaker."
Mun-Hee hits the speaker button and whispers an apology to Zen. "Okay, mom."
"Hello?"
"Um, hi?" Zen says.
"Ooo, what a nice voice! Is my girl treating you well? She hasn't scared you off yet?"
Mun-Hee's face lights up in both anger and embarrassment. "Not at all," Zen replies. "She's been great, helping out a lot with my injury and such."
"Good. I'm glad she found you. I was starting to worry she wouldn't find anyone. I told her that she just has to put herself out there, but she never listens to me."
Mun-Hee's mouth drops open in mortification. "Haha," Zen laughs awkwardly.
"Are you still taking your birth control pills, honey? Don't forget!"
"Okay, mom, I think it's time for you to hang up now," Mun-Hee says quickly. "Tell dad I said I love him. Love you, bye!" She quickly pokes the hang up button and drops her head into her hands. "I'm so sorry."
"You don't need to apologize," Zen soothes. "It was…interesting."
"You don't have to be so nice about it. She's insane."
"What did she mean by scared me off?"
"I kinda went through a goth phase when I was in school. I still like some creepy things, and I can have a bit of a dark sense of humor. That's all she meant."
"Goth phase?"
"Oh my god, I can't believe I have to explain this," she laments. Mun-Hee pulls up the photo album on her phone and looks up a picture of herself from back then. "Here," she says blankly, thrusting the phone into his hand.
Zen looks down and sees a slightly younger looking Mun-Hee in a black and purple Victorian-looking lace dress. Her eyes have smokey black makeup around them, and she's wearing purple lipstick on her lips. He looks over at her embarrassed face. "I think you look cute," he replies with a smile.
"No, you don't," she laughs, taking the phone back.
"I'm being serious. I don't think you looked bad at all. It suited you. I like you like this, though, too."
"Well, I'm glad for that. I dress kind of boring now."
"Are you really on birth control pills or was your mom trying to embarrass you?"
"I really am. I take them to control my heavy bleeding. They work really well for me but not for everybody."
Zen nods, filing that information away for later. "Do you want to watch the movie now?"
"Yes," she sighs. "I'm surprised you aren't asking me to leave."
"Why would I do that?"
"I come with my crazy family."
"Babe, I don't even talk to mine. They hate me. Yours being like that is no big deal."
"Sorry," she apologizes with a wince.
"Jagiya, quit apologizing," he soothes, planting a short kiss on her lips. "Let's just relax. Do you have to go back tonight?"
"Yeah," she sighs sadly. "But when are you getting your cast off?"
"I'm going to have my doctor take it off later today. It's a little stiff, but I can tell that it's already reconnected. He knows how fast I heal from things."
"Do you want me to drive you there and back? I can head back to Rika's apartment after that," she offers.
"If you drop me off there, I'll just take a cab back. I'm sure you have a lot of work to do for the party."
"I do, but can you let me give you something? I just…have this bad feeling about Echo Girl."
"What is it?" Zen asks.
She leans down and fishes around in the side pocket of her massive purse. When she finds what she is looking for, she holds it up with a smile. It's a small silver key. "This is the key to my apartment."
"But the location is secret," Zen protests.
"Not Rika's apartment, my apartment. I'll write down the address for you. I want you to have some place to go that no one knows about in case something bad happens."
"What makes you think something bad will happen?"
Mun-Hee just sighs. "I've always had these feelings when something bad is going to happen. I can get a sense of people almost immediately, and I'm rarely ever wrong. I knew you were a good person from the second I spoke to you on the phone, and I knew that Jaehee would hate me. I knew that Yoosung would only ever see me as a replacement for Rika, and I knew that Seven was hiding some great pain behind all of his jokes. Despite the unhelpful, antagonistic attitude Yoosung takes toward him, V really is hiding something. And I know you hate him, but Jumin is a good person too. He's just adopted this cold exterior to deal with something bad. This thing with Echo Girl makes me really uneasy. Please just take this. Only use it if you need to."
Zen considers her for a moment before taking the key. "Thanks, princess. I hope I won't need it."
"I do too," she replies with an wary smile.
"Oh, wait. What did your mom mean about you understanding what I'm talking about with my career?"
"I worked at a musical theater during high school and college. I was in the ticket office for five years. I also did musicals in school."
"You can sing?" Zen exclaims.
"Not as well anymore. I got sick, and there's permanent scarring on my throat now. I won't be able to sing professionally or anything, but yeah. I can carry a tune," she reveals, smiling at the broad, boyish grin on his face.
"This is great! You can help me practice! You can be my leading lady at home."
Mun-Hee laughs. "If you insist."
"Can you sing something now? I'd love to hear my lady sing for me."
Mun-Hee gives an exaggerated sigh, but the smile on her face tells a different story. "Well, there was this one song from when I was working. The theatre was going to put on a musical for the second season, and I was going to try out for one of the characters. But then I got sick, and I couldn't do it. I'm not sure how well I'll be able to do this, but I'll do my best. It's in English too, so I hope you understand it well enough."
"I'm sure you'll do fine, babe," Zen comforts.
"Okay," she tells herself, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She stands in front of him and opens her eyes. Zen watches her straighten her posture and open her mouth to sing.
The song she chose is sad, and it accurately portrays much of what she felt at the time she was learning it. She felt lost and alone, falling by the wayside and being left behind by those around her. Even now, she's almost transported back to that time and has to remind herself that she's not that person anymore and that Zen is right here with her.
Zen is surprised by the depth of feeling that Mun-Hee can convey in her song. Not only does her voice show the feelings of the song, but her movements relay a deep-seated sadness. He could pick up the meaning of most of the words, and the song was just so sad as it came out of her mouth. Sadly, he can hear what she means by never being able to sing professionally; while he is amazed at the sound because it's her, he can hear that her voice is a little strained on some of the higher notes.
She finishes, and he's just staring at her. Beginning to become a little self-conscious, she picks at a string on her pants and holds her breath. Before she can speak, though, Zen stands and kisses her deeply.
She responds and throws her arms around his neck, standing on her tip toes to reach him. Zen bends to reach her diminished height and cradles her head to deepen the kiss even further. When they finally break for air, both are panting, their eyes hooded with barely restrained desire. "That was amazing, princess." He lays one more kiss on her lips. "That level of emotion…I'm speechless."
She smiles up at him. "I'm glad you liked it. I can't do it for long periods, but I still enjoy singing."
"I've definitely found my leading lady for practice," he replies, a wide grin on his face and his red eyes flashing.
"I would love to help you practice. Do you want to watch the movie now?"
"We had better…because I don't know how much longer I can control myself," Zen growls.
Mun-Hee lets out an involuntary moan. "That…might not be so bad."
"No, jagiya," he denies. "You wanted it to be special, and I'm going to make it special."
Mun-Hee blushes at how sweet he is. The two of them cuddle on the couch and settle down for the movie. Mun-Hee and Zen log onto the chatroom before starting the movie and find out from Jumin that Echo Girl visited him at C&R as well. Mun-Hee and Zen both feel their concern increase at the knowledge. "Zen, are you sure you'll be safe for me to leave? I don't want to leave you in a bad place."
"I'll be fine, princess. I've got your address and your key, and you're just a phone call away if I need you. Everything will be okay."
After the movie and a late lunch of sandwiches, Mun-Hee shoulders her purse and heads for the door with Zen in tow. The two of them get into her car, and she drives him to the hospital to get his cast taken care of. Once they are in front of the building, she looks over at him. "You make sure you call me if something goes wrong, okay?"
"I will. Let me know you made it back all right."
Mun-Hee hugs him and places a chaste kiss on his lips before letting him out of the car and heading back to Rika's apartment, stopping to get some dinner for later on the way.
When she walks through the door, she's almost sad to not see Zen there. She misses the company; she misses taking care of him. A shudder runs through her body when she remembers what he did to her that morning, and she giggles at the thought of finally being with him fully in the near future.
Mun-Hee throws her bag down on the little couch and decides to clean up a bit before she gets back to work. The apartment is a little disheveled from how quickly she left to help Zen, and she prefers to work in a tidy environment. While she's cleaning, she gets a text from Zen that he made it back from the hospital sans cast, and she's glad that he's back home safely. One less thing to worry about.
After she finishes tidying up, she turns on the TV while she pulls up the messenger app to check the emails. Suddenly, she hears 'musical actor Zen' on the TV, and her head jerks up in shock, her hand reaching out to turn up the volume on the TV.
Echo Girl has accused Zen of sexual assault and Jumin of being gay.
Mun-Hee's hand covers her mouth to prevent a scream of rage. How dare that disgusting hussy! Mun-Hee's fist not on her mouth clenches in fury, and she goes immediately to the chatroom to see if anyone else in there has seen the news. Zen and Seven are in the chatroom, and she begins typing her messages.
Mun-Hee has entered the chatroom.
Mun-Hee: Zen, are you okay?
Zen: Ha…haha…ha
Seven: I think Zen is broken.
Mun-Hee: Zen, it's going to be okay. Don't panic.
Zen: Mun-Hee…you have to believe that I didn't do anything.
Mun-Hee: Zen. I obviously believe you. I've been at your house for two days, and I'm the one who answered the door to her this morning.
Seven: Say what?!
Mun-Hee: I know she's lying! I was there when she came to see him last night and this morning! She's a filthy, disgusting ho-bag that needs to go down.
Mun-Hee: If there's one thing that I will not stand for, it's somebody lying about being assaulted!
Seven: Oh yeah…I read about that in your background check.
Mun-Hee: Well, I guess I have no secrets from Seven…
Seven: I know everything about all the members tee hee
Zen: What am I going to do?
Mun-Hee: We're going to fight this!
Mun-Hee: There's no way she's getting away with this. Even if I have to beat her myself. I could take her.
Seven: …Mun-Hee…you're scaring me.
Mun-Hee: I could soooo take her.
Seven: You're pretty small…
Mun-Hee: Size doesn't equal level of fury.
Seven: You also got a pretty bad grade in self-defense class…
Mun-Hee: The cop teaching us was three times my weight and twice my height! It was rigged! Echo Girl is nowhere near that size. I would win easily.
Zen: Babe, I'm so sorry.
Mun-Hee: Zen, you don't need to apologize. I know you didn't do anything wrong. I will stand by you through all of this, and I already told you I'd be a sugar momma. You also have a safe place to go if necessary.
Seven: Oh, did you give him access to your apartment?
Mun-Hee: Okay, Seven's freaking me out.
Zen: No one is going to hire me now.
Mun-Hee: Your acting is great, Zen. Your fans will realize she's lying, and directors will still hire you. We just need to figure out how to combat this in the most effective way.
Zen: I…I think I need to go clear my head for a bit.
Mun-Hee: Okay, Zen. You let me know if you need anything, okay?
Zen: My babe is just too perfect. I'll talk to you later.
Zen has left the chatroom.
Mun-Hee: Seven, what should we do? What's the best course of action?
Seven: I'm not sure. We'll think of something. Let's just see what happens overnight. Maybe V or Jumin will know what to do.
Mun-Hee logs out of the chatroom and tries to control her breathing. She could go and find that little piece of garbage and just wring her stupid neck. The accusation is a slap in the face to everyone who has actually experienced an assault in their life.
Her phone ringing breaks her out of her reverie. It's Zen. "Hey, Zen," she answers, making sure that she doesn't sound disappointed or upset. She wouldn't want him to think that she's upset with him when she's not.
"Babe." He sounds so broken. "I just…I don't know what to say."
"Zen, you don't have to say anything. You don't have to pretend to be okay with me. Just tell me what you're feeling."
"I can't believe this is happening. Everything I worked for—it's all ruined. My career is destroyed."
"Zen, sweetie, it'll be okay. We're going to fight this. I won't let this happen to you. It's personal for me, both because it happened to you and because she falsely accused you. I can't stand that. It sickens me."
"Princess, maybe—maybe we shouldn't see each other just yet. I don't want you to be tied to me in the middle of a scandal. It'll just hurt you in the end. I want to be the best me for you. I want to prove that I deserve you."
Mun-Hee actually snarls into the phone. "Oh, no, mister! Don't you dare pull that crap on me. I minored in psychology at school, and this isn't the time to cut ties with people or prove your worth through solitary suffering. It's the time to depend on me and your friends to get you through this situation. I already told my mom about you, and there's no freaking way I'm going to let you get away from me after meeting you and experiencing how absolutely fabulous you are. I'm afraid you're stuck with me, Zenny."
"Are you sure?" he asks quietly, a little bit of hope breaking through his tone.
"I will be next to you the whole time. We're in this together, Zen."
Mun-Hee isn't sure, but she almost swears she can hear tears in his voice. "Thanks, jagiya. I'm going to go rest for a bit. I'll check in with you later."
"Have a good rest, Zen. I'll be right here if you need me," Mun-Hee replies, hanging up the call. She growls into the air. It's time to strategize.
I fully believe that Echo Girl would still accuse Zen even if someone else was there. She expected everyone to believe her without evidence, and someone being able to refute it wouldn't matter to her, especially with the media on her side.
And false accusers sicken me.