"Do you have anything left here that's yours? Hair in a locket under a floorboard or something?" You questioned, looking around your room.
"What? No," Jisung scoffed.
"Figured I'd ask."
The two of you were brainstorming. Jisung really wanted to be able to go somewhere out of the house with you, but the best ideas you had of course came from popular ghost media.
"Your stepdad kept a lot of the original house fixtures when he bought it. Maybe one of those," your ghost suggested.
"I'm not carrying a faucet around in my purse," you replied frankly. "Not to mention, I'm not allowed to damage the house while I live here. My stepbrothers could sue me for anything that's not exactly how it was when Hyukjun left it."
"What about..." Jisung walked through the closed door, and you could hear the squeak of the stairs as he went down them. A few moments later, he went back up them, then came through the door again. He held out something in his closed fist towards you.
You stretched out your hand palm-up, and he opened up his fingers to drop a small piece of metal into it. It had some weight to it, and you turned it over in your hand to get a better look at it. It looked like a knob to a cabinet or drawer, in the shape of an eight-pointed starburst. It wasn't familiar to you at all, it didn't look like he had taken it off any place in the house that you could tell.
You looked up at him with a furrowed brow. "Where...?"
"It's one of the original knobs that was on the cabinets in the kitchen," he explained. "Your stepdad's first wife wanted them all replaced when she moved in. He put them in a box in the laundry room closet and they haven't been touched since. I doubt your stepbrothers even know about them. She probably thought he got rid of them."
"These were on the cabinets when you lived here?"
"Yep."
You pocketed the cabinet knob. "Can't hurt to try."
Once you'd given your mom and Nayoung your goodbyes, you headed for the front door. Jisung was right behind you, looking positively giddy as he watched you put your shoes on.
Patting your pocket again to reassure yourself that the cabinet knob was in there, you stepped down from the porch and onto the walkway. After nodding politely to a jogger going by, you looked around hesitantly at the empty space on either side of you.
"Jisung?" You said quietly.
"I'm here." He appeared next to you, beaming down at you. "I'm here."
The two of you had never gone past the porch swing, not even down to the flowerbeds you had continued to tend to. You grabbed his arm to pull him down with you as you squatted in front of the snapdragons that had just come back into bloom. Pride and bittersweet nostalgia welled up in your chest as you looked at the flowers that used to be Hyukjun's hobby.
"Do you know the secret with these?" You asked Jisung.
"No?" He replied, tilting his head.
You reached out to gently squeeze the sides of a pink flower, making the dragon's "mouth" open and close. "You can make their mouths open and shut."
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pur autre vie • p.js | ✔
Fanfictionin which you inherit your stepdad's house under the condition that you can live there for as long as you take care of your mother. at first, you think her belief that the house is haunted is just her declining mind playing tricks on her. but the lon...