You're Fiction
Confessions - 01

‘You disappear every time I call you’

Part 1: Its appearance

“Ah eotteokhae, eotteokhae, the screen is not on, how is this. The screen kept silent, but it was fine. Aish how about my deadline.” hysterical Hwang Sinbi lamented his dark and non-lit laptop screen even though he was trying to restart it, turning it off for a moment and turning it on again. It's free he didn't find what was wrong, even the cable looks ok, as well as the socket.

Continuously flipping the laptop to the left, right side, cupping it up, down and staring intensely, Sinbi let out a frustrated scream. His laptop did not turn on even though he had been typing for three hours to write a novel. He even doubts that his work has been saved or not. Gawat, the deadline is only 3 days away.

Hwang Sinbi, is a fourth-semester student who aspires to be a novelist in the genre of history and non-romance. That's because he is very weak in love affairs and considers romantic words too contain tropes, the point is cliche.

With a spirit that must always be fostered by him, Sinbi decided to participate in the competition to create a novel with a colossal theme and discuss the government in the leadership of King Sukjong with his concubine Jang Ok Jung.

But a few minutes ago his laptop suddenly died and made him dizzy instead of a pussy, bolting here and there and ending with a long sigh before he thought of a solution. Before long, in a quick motion he stood away from the study table that was transformed like a work desk, full of thick books about history and old photographs of the kingdom as well as traditional clothes, he said, there are also short sketches of the players in the novel made like a skeleton, easy to understand and make it helpful.

He quickly pulled a jacket, about to go see his friend who works in electronic affairs, Yook Sungjae. An energetic man who is active, everything he collects no matter if it is a used basin, the important color is interesting and funny to him. But there is no harm in trying first, hopefully Sungjae can justify his laptop without disturbing the existing files.

Without dressing up again, Sinbi unlocks her small boarding house and turns the door handle in half-stretched, when she accidentally sees a light. Turning his head towards the light, Sinbi gawked in disbelief as her laptop lit up, showing windows and displaying a password screen.

“Wuahhh daebak! Ah thank goodness!” his screams resembled the scream of happiness that was immediately protested by the next door neighbor because of the noise. While locking Sinbi's mouth began preparing to type the password to open the laptop.

Not open, even though the password has been written the laptop does not budge and shows information that the password written is wrong. Merana, Sinbi is more shocked because she forgot her password, but also feels strange because she did not change her password for the past two years.

“Wae geurae, what's wrong with you? Why are you like this anyway!” parau Sinbi was more confused, and he tried hard to rewrite the password, repeat it several times, then switch to find another password. Still nothing is open.

“Aaah! Shitty!” regretfully pressing the keyboard gave up, until his eyes glanced at something at a glance. The title of the novel he is currently making, November Blood. A little hesitant he finally typed the word and succeeded.

“Assa!” her cheers were delighted, but her face that bore a resemblance to soloist Jessica Jung accompanied by her pretty sharp nose immediately turned grim and shocked. He saw a video that was immediately presented on his laptop screen, a man was running after a woman - long hair straight shoulder to shoulder, old-fashioned bob-hair model in front of him. Nor digubris also he recklessly followed across the highway until a large gran max car drove quickly hit him. Dramatic and creepy, his body bounced away after drifting into the air about 2 meters and then crashed into the asphalt of the road, sounding very loud. Screaming in shock interspersed with Sinbi's fear of closing her quivering lips. The man was bleeding a lot, his head was injured and his eyes were squeezed between the open and wanted to be closed to endure the pain, even though he was looking at someone, who Sinbi believed was the woman he had been chasing.

It looks like real Sinbi is more afraid of the fact his laptop suddenly shows a video of the collision, without ever saving his files at all. Sinbi's fear kept her fingers away from the top of the keyboard, retreating from her position to keep her distance from the laptop that still showed the man, who still regained consciousness and muttered softly without Sinbi understanding. His hands were pointing forward and reaching for something.

Is this a dream? He was typing seriously, so why?

Retreating and retreating, his feet suddenly touched something cold and felt strange, sticky. Tense not daring to glance back, Sinbi let out a loud scream as something grabbed her leg.

Falling frantically Sinbi covered her eyes and thrashed, kicking around irregularly hoping for her grip to slip, and it was pretty easy. The handle weakened and stopped. Slowly, Sinbi opened her eyes and widened in shock. The man covered in blood was lying helplessly in front of him, reaching out and muttering softly as if he wanted to talk. Realizing, something strange, Sinbi glanced at her laptop which stopped at the figure of the man who was the victim of the collision, finding something crazy. The man inside the laptop is the same as the man who was suddenly in his boarding house in a state of severe injury.

Digging her thumb fingernails with trembling and unfocused eyes Sinbi noticed the man lying on a hospital bed after surgery. Actually there were a lot of things that he had to take care of before the operation and it made him very dizzy, he did not know who this man was, and even he did not have any identification card. In addition, the administrative costs increasingly make Sinbi's head dizzy, but how else he had to save him because it was too late just a little doctor said he would die, especially after losing a lot of blood.

But something made him more dizzy, when people asked him where he was hit and why no 911 party knew, nor was there any news on television. Ridiculous is not if Sinbi answers he crashes in the video on his laptop and appears in his small room on the second floor.

Who the hell are you and why did you show up, ah, so crazy. It's a dream, right?

For the rest of his three days, Sinbi used his free time as best he could. Using Sungjae's laptop after forcing him to exchange, he leaves his strange laptop and borrows Sungjae's. He then typed in the hospital ward where the strange man was. Slightly not free because the room is shared with other patients, Sinbi tried hard not to produce a noise from his typing and it was not very successful, they still glanced at him dislikes.

“Wuaaah!” sinbi's scream almost had a heart attack because someone patted her on the shoulder from the side unexpectedly. Everyone just got mad at him, telling him to respect the privacy of other patients more. Giving a nod of understanding and apologizing Sinbi was so embarrassed. He was too focused on typing until he didn't realize the man was awake.

“Sorry I surprised you,” regretted the man with a neat and thick haircut, bushy bangs fell over his forehead, which Sinbi estimated was a 97-model haircut, essentially the 90s.

“Ah is okay, do you feel light? I don't know if a patient hit-and-run as bad as you can stand up.” asked Sinbi ended in disbelief. This tall man looks healthy.

“What happened to me?” the question is confused, while Sinbi, more confused what to answer. Suddenly he regretted exchanging a laptop, at least he could show him a video of the accident.

Stranded in ignorance with no identity, Sinbi took the man named Lee Jungshin to his boarding house with complete reluctance. Letting him go into it, and then closing the door of misgivings, he was so ashamed that a neighbor saw him, the last time he took Jungshin with his wound, he had to tell Sungjae to come and go quietly.

“The room is very small, it's 6x6 meters huh?” guess Jungshin exactly. “The bathroom is 2x2 meters?”

“I rented this place to be close to campus, sit down.” bright Sinbi while offering her swivel chair. Jungshin glanced at the chair and turned to look at Sinbi.

“I don't know why I could be here, I don't even remember why I got in an accident and didn't know you. You said I was in a video that was on your laptop, thought as hard as it could make no sense.”

“Maja, doesn't it make no sense? But it is true, too bad the video is no.” sighed Sinbi.

“So I have no purpose at all, and stay here with you. Surely you are very uncomfortable.” regretted Jungshin felt guilty.

“Of course,” ups, Sinbi immediately patted her mouth to better keep up the greeting, “What's wrong until you remember everything. Tomorrow we can go to the police station to search for data about you, just one time someone is looking for a missing person.” Entertain Sinbi smiled knot.

Jungshin nodded her head, after which she noticed the small room and stopped at Sinbi's laptop which had returned. Seemed to think and then, “Kamsahamnida, for saving me, pure” with eyes that look warmly at Sinbi's bright brown eyes.

Suddenly a greatness flashed across his mind, Jungshin felt a little dizzy and frowned in reflexes, shaking her head slowly with her hands touching her throbbing head. It was in Sinbi's eyes that he saw an incident in a split second, he was standing at a bus stop in a state of heavy rain.

“You okay?” anxious Sinbi tried to read the look on Jungshin's face in pain and then turned serious as if thinking about something, connecting a puzzle that he had just seen. “Don't be too forced, you can remember it slowly.” tell Sinbi to fuss. What if he's hurt bad.