Seventeen imagines

the back door

Back in 1770's, people believed in ghosts. No doubt they made this rule that no one would ever step out of their house after 10 because that's ghost hour.

I live in Vienna, the capital city of Austria in Europe. I too believe in ghosts and all those stuffs and I created a fear in me for the back door of my house.

I never wanted to keep my back door opened, I didn't even wanted to go near it. Why? Because every night I've been hearing so weird sounds, as if there's some kind of animal crying in pain and wanting me to help it. But I'm too scared to even look up there.

It was a peaceful Saturday evening, but heavy rainfall just ruined my gardening mood. So I preferred to rather sleep now.

At around midnight, someone knocked my door.

Once
Twice
Thrice..

Then the small knocks turned into bangs. Annoyed I went down and swing the door opened but only to reveal no one.

Is someone playing a prank on me? At this time? I asked myself and closed the door but the bangs were once again to be audible.

It came from the back door.

Back door?

My breathe caught in my throat made it harder to survive. I hate opening the back door.

Please open the door! Now I heard someone yelling at me from outside. A male voice. A needy one.

Hesitantly I opened the door and saw a young guy in his mid twenties, who are you?

I'm Choi Seungcheol, actually I'm a merchant but I lost my way here... plus it's raining. Can I take shelter here??

Ok....

I feel that okay should've never uttered out my mouth...

I showed him my guest room and gave him some clothes of my brother. Although it was too tight for him but he chose to wear that rather than staying naked.

I went to my room to sleep but I couldn't sleep. I felt as if someone's looking at me. Someone is touching my toes, massaging them.

Someone's feather light soft lips touched mine and I jolted back.

Gasping for air, I looked around. At the corner of my room stood a figure.

Seungcheol is it you?? I tried to ask bravely but my voice just broke down.

Hello?

Knock knock? I turned to my door then back to the figure but it was gone. Someone knocked again.

Yes?

Umm hi,

Yes cheol?

Well just wanted to say that please don't peek into my room... good night

Why the hell would I even peek into his room? Wait! If he said that, it means he is doing something in my room?!  I've got to check it out...

I walked up to his room and looked in, Seungcheol sat at the bed coast and was talking to someone, no please, I did the way you said--- you promised-- but--- please Woozi!--- no--- but isn't she your sister?--- why?

Your sister?? Woozi??

Seungcheol, who are you talking with??

THE HECK! DIDN'T I SAY YOU TO NOT TO PEEK?!

Seungcheol, Woozi? My brother? What??

I felt a tight grip on my waist as someone kept pulling me back. A beam of flash fell on my eyes and when I opened them I saw a familiar path with known faces.

Woozi, you are DEAD! a group of boys chased my brother and led to a small pavement.

Please leave me, my weak brother begged.

Hey what's going on?? A girl's voice asked boldly from behind.

Jinjin? They all looked at me.

Jinjin help me, Woozi begged holding his hands.

Jinjin better not to-

Leave it Mark, I'm going home. Do whatever you want to, she left them to do whatever they wanted to, with my poor brother Woozi.

Jinjin how could you? Was the last words my brother could speak before the bunch of boys started hitting him, kicking his stomach and his face. They hit him with the same guitar he used to play for me and they hit Woozi on his mouth, the same mouth through which he used to sing for me.

I thought you cared for me~
I thought you loved me~
I recalled when you wiped my tears off and used to say
' oppa don't cry it's okay'~
Now that I need you,
I need your hugs and kisses
I need your warmness in me
That I really am missing you
You left me as if there's no value...
No value to those love
No value to those smile
No value to those warm
No value to me now~

Soon the police cars arrived when they got this call that they discovered a young boy dead in the pavement. A very brutal murder. At the corner, I saw Woozi's soul looking how the ambulance carried his body away.

Coming back to reality, I opened my eyes. Seungcheol's face right in front of me. A very depressed face.

Seungcheol, I killed my brother?? Tears started to flow off my eyes.

Yes you killed your brother! He accused. I agree that I killed my brother.

Only if that day I didn't fight with him for over nothing, only if I didn't take the grudge deep inside me, only if that day I didn't think he was kidding me when he actually needed my help, Woozi could've been alive today. I killed my brother.

Jinjin... you killed your brother...