"Fire, When I looked around I saw the entire room was engulfed in bright flames"
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For her dreams are no more just an illusion. They were trying to tell something. She is going to find what that story with help of Jeongguk. When destiny cross th...
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“I will wait for you...”
Myung-He's pov
I was standing in front of the large library. The place where I turned into a part time employee.
The tall shelves bore the weight of knowledge that could lead the future generation into the top of achievements and glory.
"Why are we here?" Both of us walked into the reference room where information about everyone who had to do with this school for the last few decades was kept.
"There's sure to be something about old Mr.Kim" Gguk suggested.
The shelves were neatly lined with scrapbooks. When we looked at the one marked 'K' on the spine we found something about the Kim family.
As I was pulling that out Gguk brought out some old yellowed newspapers from the storeroom in the back. We headed over to the table in the middle of the room and set them down gently.
I pulled over the Kim scrapbook. "But what are we looking for?"
"There has to be something here that'll mean something to you. Let's just look at anything that has to do with the fire."
I finally realized it once Gguk had said it.
That's right. I hadn't made the connection between my dreams of fire and the fire at the Kim's dorm?
Kim Taehyung ; twenty years old.
"He was twenty."
"Hm?" Gguk raised his eyes from the newspaper. "Who was?"
"Kim Taehyung. The heir to the Kim family who died in the fire."
"Taehyung! It's like a name out of a historical drama."
"It is a pretty name right? The day of the fire was his twentieth birthday it seems."
"So he died the same day he came of age?"
"He would have been free to do anything he wanted once he was twenty."
"According to law he would have even been able to marry without his parent's consent,” I said while the distress grew in my stomach.
"Yeah."
"Myung Keep researching him."
"Yeah..."
No matter how much I searched there wasn't much to find. Even his profile was listing only where he was born and raised and where he went to school. Other people had photos attached but he didn't even have that.
"Either he hated having his picture taken like a certain someone I know or he was ugly enough that they didn't want to put his picture in" I mumbled, turning pages back and forth to check but not finding anything.
"What did you find interesting?" Gguk asked me when I closed the book.
"Nothing at all. How about you?"
Gguk winked knowingly at me.
"The fire started at about seven at night."
"Eh? So that means..."
The passing shower that had come the last few days. It always started at about seven.
"And that day there was a sudden downpour. As I thought, the 3D image and your bad dreams aren't unconnected."
"That doesn't make me happy..." I complained and he laughed at me.
"It's really too bad though. The sound of the rain drowned out the sound of the fire in Taehyung's room and nobody noticed until it was too late. And so the whole room was burned."
"What the-? Why didn't anyone notice a fire under the same roof?"
"Because the old dorm is ridiculously big, like a mansion, that's why." For a reason being the rich people each single person had a separate room.
Ah that's right.
The stone house looked like it could have come out of a fairy tale. It was reasonable that the sound might go unheard.
"The thick stone walls keeping the fire from spreading to other rooms were a small blessing in a bad situation."
"I see." The reasoning keeps making me depressed and sad as if I just found out about my brother's death.
"How unfortunate."
But if we were right about the man in the dream being Kim Taehyung and he had just waited for the person unafraid of the fire then...
"Even if they had noticed the fire I don't think Kim Taehyung wanted to be saved."
No matter what, taking one's God given life never settles well with me. If I see him I will surely slapped some sense to his face.
"Probably," Joengguk responded absently, turning the pages of the newspaper.
"They say his cause of death was the fire but it was probably actually a suicide."
He had just lay there waiting as the room burned around him. Waiting for a person.
Ridiculous.
"Rather couldn't you say that he was murdered by the person who he was waiting for?"
