The Prince of Orion

c.2

It was eight when Dara and Ill Woo had came to have dinner after dropping all the groceries to the diner and Dara’s house.

The family had welcomed Dara so much except for Gray who was being nonchalant of her presence while they ate. 

Dara had also told Sunye about the pickle she wanted to buy from her that it made Sunye happy since the diner that many people had patronized will be opened again soon.

“Ill Woo will help me this weekend.” Dara said while sipping on her juice.

“That will be good, son.” Yoobin patted his son before turning to Gray this time. “Maybe you should help out too.”

Gray just wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “I don’t want to. Besides, hyung will be there to help her.” 

Dara only grinned at Gray’s frowning face. 

“Aigoo, this kid is too cute.” Dara said.

“I am 22 and you’re 23. Stop calling me a kid. I’m not your brother.” Gray countered.

“Aigoo.” Sunye shook her head.

The 24 year old Ill Woo just chuckled while shooking his head. Dara and Gray had always been a pair who always got into an argument.

“I’m not asking for your hand for free. I’m paying you.” Dara teased more.

“Yeah right.” Gray dismissed.

Later after dinner, Dara found herself walking back towards her house which was only a walking distance from Jung’s residence. She refused Ill Woo’s offer to usher her towards her house and now, she had her time walking alone in the street, thankful that the street lights were all lighted up for the ease of the people residing the place into walking towards their houses.

Humming while she traced her steps, Dara looked up the dark sky with many stars lighting it. She wondered if her grandparents were looking up to her now. She missed them both and yeah, she felt lonely for being alone in the house. She missed them.

Heaving a deep sigh, she looked forward again, passing over the community playground intended for the kids living in the neighborhood. 

Then her steps halted and all of the sudden, her attention snapped towards one of the slides. She squinted her eyes to better see what called out her attention. 

A cat.

Breathing heavily. 

Dara found herself walking towards it and saw for herself an orange cat bathed with blood on its face.

“Oh my gosh,” Dara muttered while bending over while getting out her phone to turn on the flashlight. She felt cold when the cat was indeed bathed with to much blood this time. Without hesitation, she pocket the phone back and carefully lifted the cat to her arms and cuddled it close to her chest. She then got out the pplayground while looking down to the cat which opened its eyes slightly and regarded her weakly.

“Gwenchanani, agi (You will be fine, baby).” Dara mumbled when caught it looking over to her. She thought her eyes were playing her when the cat’s eyes glittered white in second before closing them.

Literally running in haste, Dara had made it to her house in no time and carefully placed the cat down beside her bed where she threw a few of her towels in the floor. She then went to get her first aid kits to her bathroom before hurrying into the cat again.

Sprawled into the floor, she began cleaning her wet furr first but she stoppped midway when there was no wound that would justify the blood. So dismissing it, she continued cleaning the blood away, taking note on its every part for any wound but there was none at all.