His Voice (j.j.k fanfic)

Chapter 1: The Boy Who Broke Me

"Thanks, Mr. Song!" you hear your mother yell from outside the house, saying her goodbyes to the driver of the moving truck. The old driver bids your mother goodbye with a "No problem, maam."

You hear the truck speed away and your mother strides in through the door, a smile on her face with hands on her hips.

"You got all your stuff from the truck?" she asks you and you nod, your eyes looking at the piles of boxes that sat on the wide living room floor and the beautiful velvet red couch.

Today was moving day in your new home.

Were you happy and excited?

Or dreadful and sad?

It was a mixture of both.

You were dreadful because you missed your Grandma, whom you had been living with ever since your parents got divorced and you were stuck with your Mom. Grandma looked quite healthy and young-looking for a 74 year old. People would sometimes mistake her as your mother instead of your actual Mom.

But of course, she was still old and aging. She had difficulty lifting things and doing housework now unlike back when you were still younger.

Now that your Mom had been moved to another bigger and better branch far away from your small, peaceful town, and you were preparing for college next school year, it was time to leave Grandma.

It was hard and painful to leave your sweet, innocent Grandma, but she insisted you should be with your Mom, so she could be less lonely and bored. Plus, that small town your Grandma lived in didn't have a college your Mom thought would be good for you.

And you yourself also thought that you couldn't find yourself in that little town.

You needed to explore, feed your wanderlust or something.

Besides, Grandma was a tough woman, and she had Grandpa and Aunt Minhee to take care of her.

"This house is going to need a lot of cleaning." your Mom paced to a wooden staircase and ran her fingers across the old wood. She stared at the thick pile of dust on her fingertips. "And by lot, I mean a lot." she said disgustingly before wiping her dust-covered fingers on the back of her jean-clothed thighs.

You laugh at her before pacing around the house, observing and gawking at its size and vintage-like aura.

It looked bigger than you thought it would be from when you haven't entered the house yet.

It was a two-story house, with a kitchen, dining area, living room and basement on the first floor. The second floor consisted of four bedrooms, each with their own comfort rooms, and another living room, only smaller.

These were the things you had observed from walking around the house and getting in and out of each room.

You were amazed with the fact that your Mom bought the house at a fair price, not too expensive but not too cheap.

Still, it made you suspicious.

'Is this place haunted?' you started to wonder as you made your way down the stairs, the creaking of the floor beneath your shoes making you anxious and praying it won't break down.

You narrowly avoided some big cobwebs and dust bunnies that got tangled up in them when you got down. Feeling proud of yourself for avoiding them, you skip your way to the living room where your Mom was arranging boxes.

"How'd you manage to buy a house this grand?" you ask, walking to the window and move the dark red curtains to let some light in. You regret your decision when a gust of dust particles fly over your face. "Dammit." you cursed as you wiped your face with the sleeve of your sweater.