Enamored

-Chapter 2-

It feels awkward walking around a house that isn't mine. Everything seemed so new and modern.

Of course I had a stable home and money wasn't always a problem with my mom and I. It's just gotten harder with prices and everything going up.
I Can understand why she needs to get a rid of me—even for a bit—It's hard enough taking care of yourself let alone another human being. Especially alone.

I started understanding just how amazing my mom really was the summer going into 8th grade. I had really matured by then and had stopped begging my mom for the stupid little things other girls in my grade had. I learned just how hard my mom was working just to make sure I could get those stupid little things.

So seeing my dad with all of this felt, in some way, foreign and ironic.

I reached a closed door, it was hidden through the maze of hallways in the house.
It wasn't the biggest house but for some reason it was still difficult to walk through.

It's not fully hidden in the back of the house, just randomly in the middle.

On my way here I noted that there were no cameras inside the house, that's good.

My hand reached for the doornob, it turned in my hand. I stepped back for a second and looked around the hallway to make sure no one was there.

I mean who else would be in the house apart from my parents and me.

I sighed and pushed the door open, the same way I had done with the other couple doors I had passed. They were mostly closets and storage.

Red and Gold immediately filled the room.

My legs moved on their own towards what looked like a glass trophy case. There were twelve different trophies sitting there, a couple of pictures behind each one.

Was my dad a boxer?

Before I could do anything else the door shut with a thud behind me. The wind or something probably closing it.

It made my body jump due to the adrenaline from exploring a house that isn't mine, am I even allowed here?

I ignored it following my steps closer to the trophies.

The closer I look at the pictures the more I realize that although my dad is in all of them, there's different people in each one of the pictures standing beside him.

I looked closer but spotted nothing interesting.

There was a robe hung on the wall. It was black and gold, my hand moved before I could think. I touched the robe, it felt silky and cold. The back faced me, there was a crown with the initials CJ carved into it.

Choi Joseong

I stepped back a few steps to admire it, that was until my body hit something behind me.

"You shouldn't be here" the body was so stiff I could have sworn I bounced off it a little.

I turn around not expecting to see a semi tall man standing in front of me.

"How long have you been here" I asked nervous at the thought of getting caught. Who was he anyway?

"It doesn't matter" his voice cold and uninterested in what I had to say. "You shouldn't be here" he repeated, slower than the first time.

"Wait...who are you?" I asked almost challenging him. He wasn't scary, maybe a little intimidating, but honestly it's not like he could hurt me.

Last time I knew I didn't have a brother so why was he in my dads house? I wasn't even sure if I actually had dad.