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47. accused

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"Excuse me?" I ask with widened eyes.

This woman has quite the agenda to walk into my Auntie's hanok and start accusing us of such things. Reported? By who? A ghost? No one around here would do such a thing. Even as the pharmacist said— Auntie is lucky to have me here.

The woman seems older than me, but not by much. I find myself feeling... defensive? I don't like the feeling of someone coming in here and accusing me, or my Auntie, of anything. I find myself releasing a deep breath. I look at Auntie, and she is clenching her teeth.

"I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure who you are?" she blinks at me.

I can't decipher if her tone is condescending or not, but nevertheless I don't like her presence here. I can tell from my Auntie's reaction that this isn't the first time this is happening.

"Kang Jae," I announce myself, "I've been living here since May."

She seems unimpressed. My eyes are scanning the booklet she has in her hand; There are many papers stacked inside. I have a nervous feeling at the pit of my stomach.

"I'm Park Gyuri of KWA."

The Korean Women's Association has shown up to this little home in Bukchon Hanok Village completely unannounced. I mean— It's approaching evening. What is going on?

"Um..." I trail, "Who reported for neglect?"

"It was anonymous. I'm sorry, even if I knew, I wouldn't be able to share such information."

Anonymous? For some reason, hearing that it was an anonymous person makes it feel even more personal. Why are they hiding their identity?

"Bullshit. Get the hell out of my house." Auntie seethes.

I widen my eyes and walk towards her. I place my hand over hers to lower her cane back to the ground. She is freezing. I hide my facial expression and hold onto her ice-cold hand. It is frozen beneath my heated touch. She pulls away from me with a grudge.

"Can we sit and discuss?" Gyuri asks.

Sit? Where?

I glance around the living room and the only option for sitting is my auntie's fold out chair that has fallen over from her sudden movement out of it, I presume.

The embarrassment strikes. I pick up the chair and fix it quickly. This looks so bad.

I glance at my phone. Jungkook will be here in 10 minutes. What the hell am I supposed to do?

"Can we take a rain check?" I ask politely. I'm forcing a smile so hard that my cheeks hurt.

Gyuri doesn't budge, "Legally, I have to asses her living condition. I can't leave until I've filled out the paperwork."

"How long do you think that will take?" I inquire.

I'm really trying not to sound impatient, but it's extremely difficult. The last thing I need is for Jungkook to show up to this mess. I cringe at the thought— my makeup is half done. I'm standing in front of this KWA woman with one eyebrow tinted.