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Kim Di-Hee (A Strong Girl Bong-Soon Fanfic)

What if Do Bong-Soon had a friend that was known to everyone knew but still was unknown to someone? Join this journey of Kim Di-Hee to discover her true love. Or will she be in love with someone she shouldn't be with? ~~ " Bong-Soon-na d-don-don't co-come h-here." Kim Di-Hee said between her sobbing and got kicked by the kidnapper. " DO BONG-SOON, you think if you are strong that means that you will save your best friend. And don't you dare to report it to the police or she dies. " He stopped recording the video and forwarded that to Bong-Soon. ~~ Kim Di-Hee is a very fragile and soft, 27 years old woman. She is smart-minded, sensitive, innocent, and childish. She and Bong-Soon have been best friends since childhood. She had a crush on Bong-Gi since high school but never expressed as Bong-Soon didn't. ** I do not own any of the characters other than Kim Di-Hee. I will not follow the storyline sometimes. I have also made some changes in the storyline to fit the story. I hope you will like this fan fiction.

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Found her

I and Guk-Du had gotten a tip and we were following the road that the GPS was showing. We saw a girl in a white dress who was covered in blood. She was tripping and looking back continuously.

Due to the dark, I was not able to see clearly and the girl was still far enough to not be recognised. Moving closer she looked towards us and waved her hand.

I looked towards Guk-Du and he was squeezing his eyes to see clearly towards the woman. Luckily the road was rarely used because of the way he was driving, we would have ended up in an accident.

We stopped the car in front of her and she was covering her face with her arms due to the headlight. She looked somewhat familiar.

We got off the car and she was DI-HEE! She was wounded badly and blood was sweeping through her clothing. I stood in front of her and asked, "Di-Hee, what happened to you? Wh...Why is there so much blood?" I was crying and sobbing.

She seemed to be dizzy and finally, she looked up at me. Cracking me a faint smile she passed out. I caught her and we went to the hospital.

I noticed Guk-Du, he was tensed and sweating a lot. He kept looking at the rare view mirror to look at her.

We finally arrived at the hospital and Di-Hee was rushed into the emergency ward. The treatment finished in about six hours. Eomma, Kyung-Shim, Min-Hung, Appa, Guk-Du, everyone was there praying for her.

The doctor only allowed one person at a time, so I went in and she was laying there in the bed covered in medicines, IVs, bandages, and many other things. Her eyes were staring at the ceiling as if it was the only thing that ever existed in this world.

Seeing her in this condition made me cry and I ran to her and hugged her very lightly to not hurt her.

She also started crying. Saying something in babbles that I didn't understand. I parted the hug and she looked so pale and thin. Several scratch marks were there on her hands, neck and who knows where else.

She said slowly as if whispering to herself, "I want that bastard dead."

Her eyes were red and there were dark circles under her eyes. Her eyes turned watery and her lips were trembling. I hugged her immediately and she said something to which I looked at her and she nodded softly.

"You rest for now, please. You can tell tomorrow also. And recover quick, okay?" I stated before she could say something further.

"Bu-"

"No. Just lay still and shut your mouth. I am ordering you. And if you don't I'll inject you with sleeping serum." I was crying while saying that and when I finished she laughed and it felt good to hear that.

"Okay." She was looking like a child who wanted to play not lay in bed.

"But play soft tunes. I'm not able to sleep." She continued and I nodded wiping my tears. I need to be mentally strong.

After playing her favourite soft songs, I left to let her rest.

Eomma was going to stay tonight and then I would.

After I assured everyone that she was fine and would talk tomorrow. And especially told eomma to not turn off the music.

The night was tiring and tense but in the hope that the morning would be better, we all went to our house and slept.

The next morning we all went to her room and she was getting examined. Whining like a kid, she made cringed faces. It made me remember that she is scared of injections and medical equipment. I chuckled as old memories came rewinding in my mind.