3 Ways

The Ensuing Fight

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"Well, well, well," Lee Dongsun repeated under his breath, focused his camera, and pressed the shutter. "Isn't this interesting."

He was merely excited to have seen the door fly open by itself and that chair that had come through the door. That was some real action by the unexplainable he'd never seen before. What was going on in that house?

Now he was surer than ever that there was solid reason behind why Changmin had hired him to spy on the sisters. Something strange was revolving around the three and Lee Dongsun suddenly wanted to know more about them than ever.

Nosiness wasn't part of his nature, but there was something particularly special about these girls that was seemingly attracting him. And he wouldn't lay back until he figured out what was going on.

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Chorong's father stared at the door then swerved his eyes to the broken chair on the front lawn. There was something going on and he thought his daughters were landing themselves into a mess he wouldn't be able to clear for them.

Appalled and curious he hurried up the rest of the steps and grabbed the doorknob expecting the door to have been left unlocked, but discovered it locked. Hoisting the doorknob into his palm he shook the door. The door had always been weak and easy to open even when locked. Slightly frustrated he knocked on the door.

"Chorong! Open the door! What are you girls doing in there!?" he questioned. "What have you gotten yourselves into!?"

He had brought up his daughters under his strict ways, thus always expecting them to recognize their duties as good daughters; follow the rules, put reputation as a first priority, land a good job, be responsible, and smart with ethics. He'd never taught them to indulge in drugs or alcohol nor had he ever taught them to land themselves in dangerous situations. But the warning from his dead girlfriend only meant so much more and he was honestly almost creeped out by it.

"Chorong! Open the door!" he called out again.

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Namjoo was thinking real hard where she stood while Chorong continuously paced around in the sitting room. Luhan was trying to put things back in order, but the longer he tried, the more mess there was. And the pounding at the door wasn't ceasing.

"Chorong, go do something about your dad. I can't think like this!" Namjoo almost ducked at a pillow flying her way before watching a bunch of mail Luhan had just replaced on the table being shoved off.

Groaning she picked them up and walked over to the window to peer outside. Namjoo was almost getting irritated by the mess the ghost was making around the house. It suddenly looked like their house was at the point of no return.

"What about a storm or something?" Namjoo turned to look at Chorong. "Do a little trick; make fuzzy clouds and lightning strike." Namjoo swirled her finger into the air and kept her eyes on Chorong. "We can kill two birds with one stone here; get rid of your dad and drive that spy off."

Chorong twisted her head to the window, "What's the current weather report then, Miss?"

"Saying that we're near the end of spring and close to summer, I'd say it's really sunny, a few Columbus clouds here and there, so it must be pretty warm outside – but after all I haven't been outside myself," Namjoo crossed her arms and slightly narrowed her eyes while staring at the sky above the house next door. "It looks like a nice summer day."

Chorong crossed her eyebrows, put her hand under her chin, and deepened a brow, "How about some gusty winds, dark clouds, and rain for a cooler weather?"