Burn (Part 2 Of Caffeine)

Chapter 6

I was driving back home, still in shock. Luhan, a murder, how? He has killed twenty seven people. I felt uneasy about this. I must've been deep in my thoughts because I arrived home quicker than I thought. By the time I reached my house, it was five A.M. I tried to quietly walk into the house without a sound. As I almost reached the stairs. A hand

grabbed my shirt and pulled me into the bathroom. I was being kissed, that's all I knew, I kept my eyes closed the whole time. I was being pushed up against the wall, still being kissed. The person let go of my shirt and stopped. I finally opened my eyes and saw Kyuhyun breathing heavily.

"Well that hasn't happened for a couple months." I said, out of breath. He smiled and nodded.

"I missed you." he whispered.

"I've been gone for two hours."

"I thought you were going to leave to Korea and not come back. I was going to miss you. I need you. I don't know anything about children!" he said.

"Our child is five, what do you mean you don't know anything about children?"

"Let me help you. You can't expect me to stay here and watch the child while you work. You're the house wife, not me!"

"You can't help." He looked at me with sad eyes.

"You have to stay with the child. You know nothing on how to defend yourself. If I took you then you'd be killed or attacked easily. Stop looking at me with your fucking eyes! It makes me feel bad!"

"You should feel bad! And shut up the child is sleeping!" he yelled. I heard a creaking noise and looked up. There in the door way was Sun Hi.

"Appa! I'm sleeping!" she yelled. We both nodded and she stomped back into her room. I looked back at Kyuhyun and he laughed nervously.

"Oops..." he said quietly. I walked out of the bathroom and walked up the stairs to my office.

"Please don't start killing people again. If you are, just make sure you're safe and that you don't leave evidence." he said to me. I turned and looked at him again.

"I'm not a dumb-ass. I've been killing for a while so I know what to do." I assured him. I continued walking up the stairs once again and he grabbed my wrist.

"When will you tell me why you killed people? We've been together for a while now and you still haven't told me." he said quietly. I nodded and pulled him into a deep hug.

"I'll tell you when the time comes." I whispered to him. I let go and he nodded sadly. He then walked towards our bedroom.

"At least come sleep with me one last time before you plan on leaving."

"Are you sure you want to sleep?" I asked. He started laughing and shrugged. I nodded and followed him into the bedroom.

"We have to make sure we're quiet though. Sun Hi is sleeping. I don't want her asking questions." I laughed as we locked lips.

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I sat in the car with Sun Hi, I was driving towards her school. This was usually normal, except today we had to have a conference on her behavior in the class.

"Appa, why do I have to go?" she asked quietly as she gazed out the window.

"Because you're suppose to come. What did you do this time?" I asked her. She didn't answer and remained silent the whole ride.

We entered the room and I observed the teacher. She looked quite familiar but I didn't know why. Then again I was looking at her back so maybe I was incorrect.

"Oh, you must be Mr. Cho, is that right?" she asked, her back towards me as she looked around her desk. The thing that struck out to me is that she said it in English.

"That depends on which Mr. Cho you are talking about." I replied back in English. She then turned around and smiled. I have to admit my English wasn't the best, but I knew enough words.

"Oh, you're Cho Kyuhyuns husband, is that right? I am his assistant! It's finally nice to meet you. He talks about you a lot!" she walked over to me and held her hand out. I shook it politely.

"Oh, sit down. You must be tired!" she said. I sat in the chair close to me. The chairs were so tiny. I guess it makes sense since this is a kindergarten class.

"What is the reason you called me here today?" I tried to sound polite. She gestured towards Sun Hi, who was staring out the window.

"Sun Hi..." She started saying. "She's quite, how should I say this? Uhm odd? It's fine that she's different but she also shows her difference in her drawings which is kinda of disturbing." She as she talked, the more quiet her voice got.

"What are these drawings of?" I asked her. She got up and picked up a folder off her desk and handed them to me. I looked at it and I couldn't tell what it was suppose to be.

"What is this?" I asked. She looked at Sun Hi with concern.

"Sun Hi dear, please come here." Sun Hi ran towards us.

"Can you tell me what these pictures are of?" she asked her. Sun Hi nodded and I handed her the folder. She picked up the first picture and started describing.

"This is me, and I'm holding a knife." She picked up a different picture.

"This is a man who died, he's floating on a river. He didn't want to die but he did and was now on a river." She went on in detail about this man. It made me feel disturbed that she knew about murder and such. She grabbed the last picture.

"This is a picture of my eomma, she is holding hands with Kyu appa. Minnie appa isn't my real appa, Kyu appa is my real one. Kyu appa helped my unknown eomma and abandoned her." I stared at her in shock. I didn't know how to react. I turned and looked at her teacher. She looked at me with teary eyes.

"Sun Hi...Please go stand next to the window okay?" I said to her. She nodded and ran to the window.

"This is what I mean, I don't know where or how she gets these ideas. I didn't want to trouble you but I thought you should know of this. Did someone tell her this?" Linda said to me. I shook my head, still in shock. I walked to Sun Hi and picked her up.

"I'm sorry for your time." I said to her teacher. She looked at me with worried eyes and I left.

We sat in the car. I couldn't help but constantly think of where she got these ideas from.

"S-Sun Hi, where did you get inspiration for those pictures?" I asked her.

"I got it from my friend." she responded back happily. She was always happy sounding.

"You're friend? Which friend?" I asked. She was starting to make me more and more worried.

"The one who took me home from the playground."