The Haunted House [Daragon]

Chapter 4: Jiyong

"Jerk!", was all she said and head upstairs, grumpily stomping her feet as she walks upstairs her dark blue skirt that goes upon her knees was swiftly blown by the breeze from the hole of the large window by the side. I obliviously raise a brow, the box I was holding being lifted as my shoulders move up and down, and without even looking, I know Top's behind me, witnessing everything.

"What did I do now?" I ask, staring at the staircase in front of me. "Is she on her period?"

"Don't ask me," Top says, walking beside me, and says again, as he lift his shoulders up. "I just told her the truth."

"Truth about what?" I ask, raising a brow and he advances forward, holding a stack of papers in one hand while his other hand holds a pen. He shrugs, his shoulders moving up and down and say, "You'll find it if you talk to her."

Then he left me here, forlorn, perplexed and he goes upstairs, so carefully his feet don't make any noise at all. Daesung's voice wakes me up in my thoughts, high and lively as can be. "Hyung! Glad that I finally found you. Here are the music sheets and the guitar you requested. I asked the fat ahjumma at the shop nearby to loan me these things in exchange of a recording of my voice."

"Ah, thanks. Here's the food you wanted." I say, handing him the small box of dry goods I bought at the nearby supermarket and Daesung accepted it with glee. He skipped, going inside the kitchen and the oak door automatically closed when he got inside.

My eyes landed at the staircase, and I left the box on top of the center table of the living room--except for the guitar, before I climbed up the stairs. It's easy to track Dara. The whole second floor is very cooperative by the way, because it was eerily quiet that not even a single noise can be heard except for Dara's faint cry. I followed the noise.

I clip the capo on the second fret and make my way to where Dara is hiding--at the ballroom. The door silently opens when it felt my presence, and I see Dara hurled up in a corner, hugging her knees. I step inside, and the door half-closes to avoid some noise. Then, I lift the guitar, thrusting my head between the straps to wear it and play.

You're the one who told me
That you love me too
And you said that your love will never change
But whenever I come close to you, you go away
My heart aches every time you're with somebody
Didn't they know that we promise to each other
That I am yours and you are only mine

Whatever happens, my love is still yours
And whatever they'll say
You're still the one I love
I will wait any time
Until I die and go up to heaven
And if I didn't see you, I'll go and ask God
That please find her and tell her
The promise that she forgot
That I am yours and you are mine

After my song, Dara wipes her tears using her sleeves, and as she sits on the dusty wooden floor, her knee-length dress is getting filthier, though she doesn't seem to be bothered by it.

"You lied," She says, her voice raspy and husky. "You told me that you don't know Chaerin."

"You're crying about that?" I ask, and she shot a glare at me, which gave me an idea that the question isn't nice to be asked. She trembles, her shoulders quivering and I walk towards her, but quickly stopped when she says, "I hate liars, and they're just up to no good. But every time that someone special to me lies, it's-it's like they distrust me as much as I distrust the mayor."

I felt guilty for lying to her about my sister, and guilty for keeping to her that I am Kwon Jiyong. If she knew I am the guy she'll be marrying, would she even take it? I'm a monster. I'm not normal. Everyone is scared of me, and so she is, before she met me. Even if I can't prevail destiny and still marry her, I can't guarantee that she will love me as much as I love her. It would be too much for her and for me.