A Tweak In Time (KTH) •Ongoing•

▶ Chapter XV

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A villian will always be the villain,

if a hero tells the story.

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Younggeum was just about take a sip of her tea when her facial features contorted into that of a horror. The cup tangled with her fingers shook violently before eventually shattering into millions of pieces on the ground. Her knees wobbled until they gave up and she fell down to the ground clutching her ears harshly.

It has been almost a week since that peculiar incident, then why was it happening to her now? Was Younha saying the truth?

The calm and orderly tune she was used to all day suddenly morphed into a cluster of high-pitched bone-chilling tunes followed by numerous of whispers belonging to every octave. Younha was right all along, there was something wrong with speakers of this house.

But she had asked Taehyung a little over a while ago if there was some sort of advanced music-changing technology in his house.

He answered negatively.

"Mister Kim?"

"Yes?" He replied without looking up from his phone.

"Perhaps, do you possess a house system that changes the music every now and then? I've heard it quite a lot of times when I'm alone. I can't admit that it was frightening for the first time." Younggeum lied in hopes of learning the truth. After all, what was the point in knowing the answers to the questions she didn't know?

"Not that I know of," he frowned, "But I've got a nice recorder on the first floor that I set to play when I leave for office. Figured that you might be a little lonely. You can change the records though, they are present in the shelf beneath it."

"Thank you for your kind consideration Mister Kim," Younggeum smiled gingerly, a little disappointed but weirded out at the same time, "I'll keep that in mind."

Getting up solemnly, she walked over to that staircase while clutching her gown out of paranoia. The sound of the percussion instruments was growing louder and louder and she was afraid the music would soon turn into a racket. As she was nearing the source, the wooden railing of the stairs vibrated even more that cancelled out every possibility of this being only a part of her wishful thinking.

Unlike last time, she didn't go round circles this time like Younha did and headed straight for the mysterious door they found out when the last incident like this occured.

And indeed, she was right.

The door was there.

Younggeum didn't know if it was her faulty memory or the truth that clouded her mind. A very vivid yet hazy recollection of the door not being beside the recorder was stomping at the doors of her brain but somewhere a constant nagging remained that perhaps, the door had always been there.

She just couldn't see it.

Or ignored it as she would've seen it countless of times.