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Season Finale, 마지막 웃음

K-Dramas- Soap Operas from Korea

Context- After being betrayed by Da-Jeong, Bok-Su ran out of the hospital. Da-Jeong chased after her, meeting outside of the hospital. Bok-Su confronted Da-Jeong, threatening to expose her lies, and in her fear, Da-Jeong pushed Bok-Su into the street, unintentionally killing Bok-Su, as a bus had been driving past as she did it. After being struck, she awoke in her bed. It was the morning Da-Jeong betrayed her. With her second chance, she decided to get her revenge. But she needed to wait.

Da-Jeong lunged at Bok-Su, cake cutter in hand. The malice in her eyes was palpable, the same malice she saw the day Da-Jeong pushed her into the street. Now was the time to act. The grand finale. Her one chance at revenge couldn’t be squandered. Bok-Su reached behind her back, feeling the grain of wood along her ungloved hands. She could feel her hands shaking when she tore the necklace off of the dresser handles. She fell to the side, but she wasn’t the only thing that fell down. Meyong-Hoon’s lifeless body was limp on Da-Jeong’s lap. His blood not yet dried, staining her pure white wedding dress.

A scream tore through both of their throats. Bok-Su was louder. Tears were welling in Da-Jeong’s eyes as she put a hand on her fiancé’s cold, dead chest. Bok-Su wondered, would Da-Jeong have cried for her like that after she killed her? Her thought was interrupted by the door to the bedroom slamming open.

“What’s going on in-… Oh…oh god…”

Another scream entered the room, seemingly jolting Da-Jeong back from her trance.

“W-wait! I can explain-“ Bok-Su cut her off. “Get back! She’s crazy! I saw her kill him!! Go get help, quick! Before she kills me too!”

The only person who could see Bok-Su’s face was Da-Jeong, and she was eternally grateful for that. Da-Jeong was the only one who could see her wicked grin. Meyong-Hoon’s blood was sticking into the carpet. The deep red almost looked fake. But it wasn’t. Bok-Su made sure of it. She made sure Da-Jeong would get the best wedding gift.

Da-Jeong flew up from the floor, running out of the bedroom. Her steps left a footprint of blood in her path, Meyong-Hoon’s blood. His corpse now lay on the floor alone, the wound in his neck was easier to see now that Da-Jeong’s dress wasn’t in the way. Bok-Su admired the wound she created. A perfect stab wound. More people started running into the bedroom, including Meyong-Hoon’s mother. If Bok-Su thought her scream was loud, she wasn’t prepared for his mother’s. It was piercing. An appropriate reaction to seeing your child dead on the floor. It was a shame he had to die. But Da-Jeong had to pay somehow.

Bok-Su pulled herself up off of the floor, her coat in hand. The other party guest was telling everyone what happened, well, what they thought had happened. She twisted her way around the growing crowd, finally making her way into the entrance of the venue. Meyong-Hoon’s blood was splattered everywhere, the red liquid covering the carpet and wedding board. Bok-Su followed the footsteps left by Da-Jeong, leading her to the altar.

Da-Jeong was sitting on the pristine white walkway that led to the altar. Her dress was in a heap, blood splattered all around her. Tears were streaming down her face like a faucet, smearing the make up she probably spent well over two hundred dollars on. Her hair was tussled, strands loose and flying in the wind. Bok-Su was standing a good fifteen feet away from her, the closest of all the party guests. Da-Jeong stared at her with the same gate as before, the only difference being that there was a tint of regret. She held Bok-Su’s gaze, waiting a few seconds to steady her voice before speaking in a voice just barely above a whisper.

“W-why..?”

“Dear Da-Jeong” Bok-Su’s face turned into a wicked grin when the police sirens joined the cacophony of murmurs, screams, and frantic whispers. “Do you atone now?”

Bok-Su pivoted on her heel, slipping on a shocked expression to blend in with the crowd. She stalked out of the venue, weaving through coagulated crowds all whispering about a killer bride. She pushed open the grand wooden doors, the cool, bloodless, breeze flowing in her hair. Police officers were pulling around the side, men and women in blue uniforms jumping out and running inside. Bok-Su took her time to locate her car. She had nothing to worry about, not anymore.

Sliding into her seat, she placed her hands on the steering wheel, and extracted her keys from her coat pocket. It took a few twists of the keys to get her car started, but the vehicle finally hummed to life. She pulled out of the parking lot, turning the wheel to get on the road home.

Finally. After, god knows how many years. Bok-Su turned the radio dial, each station crackling with static as she passed it. Finally, one channel caught her eye, well, her ears.

“Thirty year old Da-Jeong Choi has just been arrested for the murder of her fiancée, Meyong-Hoon Dan. Reports say she went crazy after discovering his cheating. More information to come.”

Bok-Su’s grin widened. Her fingers returned up the dial, turning it again to play some music. She was finally free. She’d really done it. The perfect revenge, the last laugh.

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Episode Nineteen, The Choice

Soap Operas- A dramatic TV show that’s usually kinda bad, so it’s funny

Context- After a doppelgänger (antag) of Matthew (protag) appeared one day, his life has been a living hell. His boyfriend, Bryce (coworker), has been trying to help Matthew stop his havoc. One day, everything takes a turn for the worst. The doppelgänger tries shooting Matthew with a gun, but Matthew disarmed him, sending the gun towards Bryce. Bryce is faced with a deadly choice. He has the gun loaded with a single bullet, and he must shoot the doppelgänger impersonating his boyfriend, Matthew. How could he ever tell which is which if they’re exactly the same?

Bryce’s hands shook as he held the gun. The cool steel was biting into his hands. The sweat from his palms a threat that he’d drop his chance to save his boyfriend. His uniform was a mess. His shirt untucked, his tie askew, and there was first all over him. The forest was completely quiet. The only noise being the wood tussle going on in front of him. The two in front of him looked about the same. Matthew, or the doppelgänger, it’s whoever's guess which was which, was throwing wild punches, the other opting for kicks. It’s a shame Bryce had never seen his boyfriend fight before. That would be really nice information to have at the moment.

The shaking in his body only seemed to intensify at every passing second. He had one shot. One shot. He couldn’t miss, and more importantly, he couldn’t shoot the wrong one. They were yelling, screaming profanities at each other. It was too much. He couldn’t focus, couldn’t aim. Now, usually he’d try tuning out the commotion, but that was near impossible. The person he loves most, this was his life or death. There had to be something, ANYTHING, to help him distinguish who to shoot.
His voice reacted before he could think.

“WAIT!”

Their heads snapped towards him, both squinting, since the other had messed up their glasses. They momentarily froze their animalistic squabble, waiting for him to continue. He had to think quickly now that he had their attention. If he knew anything about Matthew, it was that his attention span was that of a goldfish.

“How do I know which one of you is the real Matthew!? Give me some kind of sign!”

The first Matthew spoke relatively quickly.

“Bryce! It’s me, can’t you tell?!”

The second one spoke immediately after, the same amount of vigor in his voice.

“Don’t listen to him! He’s the doppelgänger, I’m the real one!”

The two started arguing again. More verbal this time, but they were still beating the ever loving shit out of each other. Bryce could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn’t do it. The weight of the gun seemed to increase, his arms started to hurt from holding it in aiming position for so long. The two looked back at him, each pleading with him to shoot the other. Bryce was at a loss. How could he tell the difference!? He had to look closer. His eyes were snapping between the two, searching their features for anything that could help him know who was who.

One of the Matthews raised a hand towards him, his face a mix of worry and sympathy. That had to be the real Matthew. He raised the gun.

“Matthew, if I guess wrong, I’m… I'm so sorry!!”

BANG