Make A Wish | PJM

Chapter Thirty Three Pt.2

It is time, ladies and gentlemen.

I heavily apologize for my unexcused absence, so enjoy this fulfilling chapter. I hope I have met your guys' expectations, so enjoy.

Warning; violence and sensitive topics will be mentioned in this chapter. Read at your own risk.
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Walking with hands stuffed in his pockets, Jung looks around the neighborhood his daughter and son lives in. He eyes the houses that reflect the concept of money and prosperity.

"What a spoiled brat," Jung chuckles out, continuing to eye the rich looking houses. He goes into an abrupt halt and rummages through his pocket, looking for a piece of paper that contains the address of Yeona's household. Straightening out the piece of paper, the penmanship he is struggling to read creates a scrunched look on his face. Fortunately, he manages to read the words scribbled in pen on the paper, and begins to search for the house.

He starts walking again while looking for the number of his daughter's house, eyes squinting every time his vision meets the silhouette of numbers. He then makes a noise of accomplishment, as he has finally found the house his dear daughter, Yeona lives in. He crumples the paper once more in a sort of hurry and walks closer to the house. Almost tripping from his steps, his demeanor finally meets the door that separates him from either reunification or chaos.

A smile that is hard to identify crawls up his rigid face. Because he has nothing to shave with, his face looks rough and slightly different than usual. However, that is the least of what he is worried about because, the sounds of knocking begins to meet his eardrums, and a confused, and irritated Hoseok appears as he looks at the door, then looks back at the TV.

"This early?" Hoseok questions to himself. He looks at the time, and raises his eyebrows in surprise at how early it is. The couple left at an early time to be hanging out, but knowing them and the rest of his friends, Hoseok knows that they won't be home until a later, very later time. So, having someone knock on his door this early brings the living confusion out of Hoseok.

Setting the popcorn bowl down, the brunette straightens himself out, and walks to the door. Whistling a tune, Hoseok looks at the peephole first, as a way to joke around with his friends; knowing that they don't like it when the peephole is used, cause it creates "a scare". However, the one that gets the scare is Hoseok, as he gasps loudly and backs away from the door. He grips the fabric of his shirt, clutching his chest with wide eyes.

"There is no fucking way," Hoseok gasps out. His breathing accelerates, and his face grows dangerously pale.

Jung chuckles at his son, as he has never changed. The smirk remains on his face, but grows wider at his sons fear and anxiousness. If his son is like this, he cannot wait to see his daughters reaction.

It'll be priceless.

Hoseok attempts to calm himself down, and succeeds, as he is slightly uneasy now. Acting fast, Hoseok heads to the closet room and grabs a bat. He examines the bat quickly, as it brings many memories by just touching it, and sprints to the doorway.

Stopping five feet away from his door, Hoseok breathes heavily, and hits the palm of his hand gently with the bat. He mentally sighs in relief as he realizes that Yeona is not here, and she's far from knowing what's happening. He knows that if the ghost was here, things would be much, much worse, right now.

Hoseok finally moves from his place. He walks to the door and grips the doorknob harshly, his knuckles turning white. He sighs heavily, and opens the door.