Omen - [EDITING]

[ Call of The Snow ]

"MinYoung, how are ... things back at home?" 

That was the first statement that I had expected from Father, but the first time that I called him, I was responded with the continuous dead line. The occasional ringings only come back with no answers at all. I had a feeling that calling Father would at least patch the awkwardness between us, but he never picked up the call. 

To answer the question that he may  or may not mention, I'd say it's fine regardless having a part werewolf inside the house. I assume that any child who brings someone home would shock the life out of a parent. I'm even surprised myself that out of all beings, I had to come face-to-face with a part werewolf. 

I stare at the card Father gave me, studying the surface and information in utmost boredom. The chores in the house was done. I've completed my assignments. There were no groceries to be brought. I had started my day with a little bit of reading. Gathering important documents before my graduation is also completed too. 

I don't know what to do. 

Aside from the fact that SeokJin is waiting, I barely see him inside the house. On one occasion did I ever see him napping so much where I thought it was nearing his hibernation season. He doesn't say much. He doesn't complain or try to taunt me like he did before. His demeanor had seemed to alter ever since I returned back from the organisation. 

His softer ego appears more compared to his mischief. I should feel relieved, but somehow concern laces over me. I have most of the house to myself. I don't know where SeokJin goes, not that I bother asking him whenever I have the chance to.

The climate was changing ever so slowly. It's becoming more colder and I felt reluctant to step out of the house. 

My comfort zone remains here, albeit my friends contacted me about my whereabouts. I didn't want to lie to them anymore and had promised to meet up with them in a few more hours. There were no more classes as the year is almost ending. The fear of separating from my friends doesn't worry me anymore. I felt a spark of euphoria encountering with my Father, but the only matter that made it bitter was the company itself. 

Desperation wavers over me at the thought that Father might return the call. I wonder how important his work is to the point where he couldn't even pick up the ringing calls. 

If Father's workplace is located underground, does that mean he's barely at his own office? What was Father's research even about in the first place? Has anything ever changed ever since Mother's passing? Does Father think more about Mother more than his breathing daughter? 

I don't want to sound like a spoiled, pessimistic child, but only a shard of happiness was all that could be felt upon recognizing Father. After all these years, a veil of my true feelings veiled by the made up joy was the only motivation that pushed me onwards. To be able to reach this far, to wait for several years without the presence of a guardian, to accept the fact that everything was going to be all right is to endure. 

Another concerning thought crosses my mind and it's never left me ever since I left the building. 

How could I access the underground levels in search for SeokJin's werewolf members? How would I even know what they look like? Are they detained in tight-security? Are they hidden behind black tinted windows? 

Placing the card down, I amble out of my room and down the stairs. 

The house begins to feel colder, although no air conditioners have been switched on. I've never brought any heaters before and I don't feel obliged to purchase one too. The house remains quiet, just like every other days before SeokJin appeared and almost created havoc. His type of mischief lured out a single streak of laughter, but it was mostly irritation within me.