We encounter souls on life's winding way,
Each meeting a chapter, a tale to convey.
Yet, in the mystery of our rendezvous,
I ponder why fate brought me to you.
Perhaps it was destiny's gentle decree,
Weaving our paths with subtle artistry.
In the ta...
I stirred from my slumber, the darkness outside the window signaling that night had fallen. As I lay in my room, a sense of reluctance gripped me, keeping me from venturing out to face Kookie hyung and whatever blame awaited me. Thirst and hunger gnawed at me, urging me to seek sustenance, but as I considered stepping out, a realization struck me—this house was different.
Unlike the bustling Jeon mansion, this place felt empty, devoid of the constant activity of maids and drivers. Was it just the two of us here? Panic began to rise within me. How would we manage? In the mansion, everything was taken care of by the staff, but here... My thoughts raced as I realized the challenge of our new solitude.
Night had fallen, casting eerie shadows that danced across the unfamiliar corridors. Every step felt tentative, each corner cloaked in darkness. The halls were foreign territory, the layout unknown to me, adding to my growing unease.
Finally, I reached the ground floor, the air heavy with anticipation. The dim light revealed a solitary figure seated at the dining table, clad in silk black pajamas. A glass of amber liquid rested in his hand, casting a warm glow against his features. My heart skipped a beat at the sight, a mixture of apprehension and guilt swirling within me.
I swallowed hard, gathering my courage as I approached him, navigating the unfamiliar surroundings with trepidation. Would he be angry? Dismissive? I braced myself for the worst, knowing that whatever lay ahead, I would have to face it head-on.
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Ohh! My sleeping beauty is finally awake? Why babe..? Are you so tired after acting so well in front of Appa.. mm..?"
Keeping the glass of alcohol on a stool, he stood up and came closer to me. I could feel the same pungent scent of alcohol wafting from his breath. Each step he took towards me felt like a heavy thud echoing through the silent halls, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Oh..oh..oh.. Jiminie.. Where are you running, darling? Don't you like when your husband comes near.. ah?" His voice was laced with a sinister edge, a menacing undertone that made my heart race with fear. I found myself backing away instinctively, my back pressing against the cold, unforgiving wall.
"Why don't you talk, darling? You were talking non-stop in front of Appa, right? Why don't your pretty words work for me? Huh..?" His words were like venom, dripping with contempt and disdain. I felt as though I were being cornered by a predator, my every movement scrutinized with malicious intent.
Shhh... Let me finish. Hmm.. Let me tell you something. Something really important. Put this in this thick skull of yours. You started playing a superb game with my Appa, right? You know what? We'll soon end this game which you began, okay? Though you started it, I am the one who is gonna finish it. That's also in my own way. His words hung in the air like a dark omen, casting a foreboding shadow over the room.
"You were safe since Appa was there in the mansion with you all the time. Now, here, in this house, nobody is there to protect you. If possible, try to protect yourself from me, okay?" His voice was low, a dangerous whisper that sent a chill down my spine. I felt a surge of panic rising within me, my mind racing with thoughts of what he might do to me in this isolated, unfamiliar place.
