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VII. / YOU

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𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆
王小莺的传说

In 1919, an outbreak of bubonic plague swept through mainland China. Thousands of people suspected of infection were herded into train cara and quarantined for days without food or water. Most of them died from heat stroke and dehydration. Xiao Ying was the only survivor.

Local legends say that Xiao Ying took the only object of value her family owned, a music box and went to a temple to pray. She prayed for seven days and seven nights, and on the seventh night, a demon entered the box and granted her seven wishes; one for every day of prayer.

Xiao Ying's husband got a big job, after which she became exceedingly rich. Later, in 1989, it was reported that some supernatural events started to take place in her house, because of which, her family, including her died.
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Namjoon announced whilst sitting on his traditional-styled yoke back chair with Hana on one side and Hoseok on the other.

Hoseok bent down on his knees as he examined the box and asked, "What are these numbers all about?"

"Hmm, it says that when the music ends, something happens." Namjoon said as he tilted his head and sat back on his chair.

"Like?" Hoseok amusingly asked as he stared at Namjoon.

"I don't know, it can be a few things, but my bro, Eunwoo, he's pretty smart so he can translate it." Namjoon responded as he took out his phone, clicked a few photos of the box, and sent it to Eunwoo.

"Okay, so we're out." Hoseok smiled as he handed over the box to Hana, who was surprisingly silent this whole time; a million of questions forming in her brain.

Hana and Hoseok made their way towards the car; Hoseok all bubbly, and Hana, on the other hand, bumfuzzled. "What's up?" Hoseok asked.

"Nothing. I just...I just think that Xiao Ying's box-" Hana was going to tell Hoseok but saw her dad near the garbage cans with Hojong, dressed in the same, old, torn shirt. She threw open the car door and walked towards her father. 'Why can't he just fucking understand?'

"Dad, what are you doing here?" Hana yelled, a hint of indignant garnishing her tone.

"I'm doing nothing! I'm just hangin' out with Hojong, picking up some stuff!" Beomsoo defended himself as he glanced back at Hojong, who just stood there in silence.

"Dad, we have a freaking mansion! What else do you need?" Hana continuously shrieked at him, having no thinking about it was respectful or not.

"You know what, just forget about it." Hana rolled her eyes as she made her way towards her car with rage reflected her eyes.

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As Hana rested in her bed, she reverently rubbed her fingers along the box. She rested her chin on it, but started to feel a presence behind her, but soon shrugged it off.

She clenched her fist, still not able to forget about Beomsoo diving under the garbage cans. But then it clicked her mind. She brought the ponderous box towards her face and spoke; a hint of a self-satisfied smirk plastered on her face.

"I wish that my Dad would just stop being so embarrassing."

2 hours later