The Untold

Chapter 23.

'Where are we going?'

Hope's eyes don't find mine as the question slips through my lips. I'm sitting inside his old musty car, one I hate to be in even though it's helped me quite a few times before. He's driving quietly, as usual, posture perfectly straight, as his hands grip the wheel relaxingly. 

'We're driving for hours' I scoff, head leaning back against the uncomfortable seat, gaze slipping outside the window to watch the same green hills over and over, passing by 'I have things to do, you know?'

I am not lying. I just turned 15 and the company has started recruiting the younger trainees for missions. 

I want to be the first. But for that, I have to keep my training-

'I know perfectly well what you have to do' He mutters, with a roll of his eyes. 

Fucker.

I know what he means. Ever since he's rushed inside my room and found a very naked Ha-eun hiding under my covers, he'd not been able to shut the fuck off about it. 

'I mean with my training' I grit, elbow leaning against the window's rest. 

He snorts, shaking his head afterwards, clearly not believing a single word leaving my organism. 

He should though. I'm not lying. 

'I want to show you a place' He ends up mumbling, eyes still on the road.

I frown, at first, but when the road curves for what it seems like the millionth time, the conqry descends, and suddenly, were up on the top of a hill, with the perfect outstanding view of the ocean. 

I barely gasp at the sight. 

It's long and quirky, a deep blue of never ending ahead of us. With a huge extend of sand trailing next to it. 

It's all nature. There's nothing surrounding us. 

'Where are we?' I question this time, too drawn to think about my words.

A smile curls his lips. 

It's not the first time I'm seeing the ocean, but still, I'd never seen something so beautiful before.

The road is small and straight now. A small house is sitting in the middle of it, apparently abandoned, made of dark wood, ocean front. 

I frown when he stops the car, moving upon the green grass all around it, unending until the trace of the hill behind it, across from the ocean. 

'Come on' He says, taking off his belt and sliding outside. 

The wind is rough, hitting against my skin so harsh it nearly burns. The waves are furious, aggressively fighting each other only to end up a full mess as they hit and die upon the various meteres of sand of the wide beach facing the small cabin. 

It's quiet. Empty. 

There's not a hint of life here.

He guides me through the front door and I'm met with a comfortable smell of old wood. It's perfectly clean, arranged. Almost like he doesn't seem like a complete mess from the outside. 

With a small living room, a kitchen, a bedroom. 

An outstanding view to the ocean-

'Do you like it?' Hope asks, arms crossed in front of his chest as he eyes me.