You Were My Love

Scene 79 - Floor

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He opened the door to their place and frowned.

Dark.

Despite the late hour.

Never had the director with-held them so late.

No light.

Anywhere.

It meant Hae Wong hadn't come back home.

Quite usual.

He sighed and his shoulders dropped a little.

There was little chance he would spend the night here now.

His meetings usually lasted so long...

It happened more and more often ever since he had that new lady collaborating with him, he realized.

He cleanly hung his jacket, lifted again the sports-bag he had momentarily put down on the carpeted floor and stepped forward in the main room.

His hand searched in the dark for the switch and he flicked it on.

His gasp echoed in the quiet space and both his hands flew in a second to his gaping mouth, his eyes wide at the scene in front of him.

The room was devastated.

Everything had been thrown down and away everywhere.

The contents of the shelves had obviously been brutally swept off and down to the floor.

Books and magazines had been savagely torn in pieces.

The expensive ceramic pieces of art lay shattered on the ground.

In the hundreds of shards that were glinting at him, he could recognize the delicate glass statues that previously proudly stood on the precious wood plank.

The wall bore the mark of a brutal impact.

At the foot of the sturdy partition, the astutely-made marqueted small trunk was now on the floor.

It looked distorted, close to the wall against which it had seemingly been smashed.

Its marvelous various natural woods littered the carpet in splinters.

The tall lamp was knocked over and projected a small oval yellow light zone on the nearby sofa whose cushions had been ripped open.

Clumps of their stuffing were dispersed around the room.

Bringing but little clarity the room, a smaller matching version of the lying long lamp flickered in and out irregularly as it bravely resisted its final, yet unavoidable extinction for a couple more minutes.

Both lamps hardly lit the room, just enough to enhance the deformed shadows of punch holes in the closest wall.

Jimin heard a strange noise and a different kind of overwhelming fear struck him out of his stun.

What if those brutal burglars were still in here?

He stuck his palms pressed on his gorgeous lips to prevent any whimper from going out of his appealing mouth and without taking his eyes off of the frighteningly quiet pandemonium, his trembling hands fumbled for his phone.