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Chapter 15

__DOJOON

"Dojoon, get up here!" He shouted from upstairs.
"I'm coming in a sec-"
"Right. Now." He interrupted. I sighed. It's been like this for so long I've lost count of how many years have pasted by. I nod even though I know he can't see me and run up the basement stairs. He glared at me as I cautiously walk towards him. "You know I hate waiting, Dojoon." I quickly apologise. Making conversation with him would only make things worse. He flops onto the old sofa and gestures for me to sit down. I follow his orders, but it makes me suspicious. Usually he would beat me or tell me to get him a couple bottles of beers, but now he's letting me sit down? Something isn't right.

"Dojoon, I've protected you and gave you shelter for over 10 years..." Unwillingly, I advert my attention from the rotten floor boards to him. What is he rambling about? "And this is how you repay?!" He suddenly raises his voice, startling me. He pulls out something from behind his back and my eyes widen. He held up my drawings and letters. Every last one of them. "Who the fuck is Hajoon and why are you writing to him?! What did I say about contacting people from outside, huh?! Answer me!" He drops the whole stack of letters and illustrations on the table, a bunch of them falling in front of me. I instantly recognise the one that floats into my lap. My pencil drawing of me at the Jeju carnival. But this is just a replica of the original.

The one I drew with Hajoon.

We both dreamed of going to Jeju. To visit the waterfalls, to stuff our faces with candy, to fly away with the balloons. But it never happened... Because he took me away. Away from my Hajoon.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot one of my letters addressed to Hajoon, asking for him to help me and telling him my location at the time. I never got to send it, I couldn't leave the house without him knowing. But I know that if Hajoon saw it he would come running. He would come running even if I was on the other side of the world. He cared for me. I know he did. Now I wonder if he remembers me at all.

"I said answer me!" He shouts, snapping me back to reality. "I-" I couldn't just tell him everything. I'm not stupid. He'd probably kill me if I told him about Hajoon or what I was doing. "It's just an imaginary friend... I'm lonely, you know. I never get to leave this place... Those pleads of help weren't real. Just my imagination. I wouldn't dare to contact the outside world. The drawings are just to pass time... I don't have any electronics like you. I'm sorry for causing all this trouble." I quickly spin a web of lies. But he seems to buy it. "Stop doing all this sketchy shit or I'll leave you just like I did to your mother. You're lucky I came back for you." I glared at him and emptily thanked him.

My mother's ex husband sucks.

(a/n) ayyy double update~