~ HANBIN POV ~
I pull up in front of a usual looking house. Is this where Min Hyo is?
The wind is very cold as I open the door and climb out. I told Chanwoo to get me a thick coat, but he only got me a thin jumper. Aish ...
As I get closer to the house, it does seem sort of creepy, as if it's hiding a secret.
"Yes, this definitely is the house. Definitely." I talk myself into believing it.
The house groans as the winds hits it in a gust, and I lose my footing and almost fall over, but grip onto the letterbox. The box is made of rusty metal and it also moans and I put my weight on it, precariously leaning over. I slide my hand over the top of it; propping myself up to begin walking again when a stinging sensation hits my palm.
I lift my hand to my face and look closely. A small bead of blood makes it's way down my wrist. I put my tongue to it and taste that strange metallic taste of blood.
Something catches my eye in the window of the house ... almost a silhouette of a person ...
I begin walking up to the house again, straining against the wind. I reach the door and knock my knuckles against the wood.
No reply.
I knock again, this time harder and more forced. I know they're in there! I saw them!
Again, no reply.
"Ya, I know you're in there! I just saw you!" I yell, knocking angrily on the door. "If you don't come out this moment - I'm calling the police!"
The door opens and I fall forward and glance up to see the one and only Hyuk standing over me.
"Hello." He says quietly, smiling. "I've been expecting you."
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Ghostly Relationships
FanfictionYou and Hanbin have known each other since you were five. Now you're 16 and so is he, and you're at different schools; into different things - and have stopped meeting up in the weekend. Suddenly, during Classical Studies, you slump over your desk a...
