Twelve Majestic [EXO X OC]

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"Here, your keys and cash. Don't be back before you get all the items on the list," My mom huffed, throwing – quite literally – the damn keys to my lap and snapping an accurate amount of money – I know how she always does the math before she hands me the correct amount – on the dashboard, before trotting inside the house rather elegantly. I sighed, slumping my head on the wheel and puffing a big amount of breath out. Then, suddenly; I remembered the card that was lying on my thighs, and stared down at my thigh to confirm it's presence, while knowing clearly it would be impossible for it to stay. A wave of panic rushed inside of me. It came out of no where, but the emotions that attacked me were real, raw even; the thought of it being alone, in a house filled with strangers made me horrified. I couldn't help but open my door and dash inside the house in a frenzy.

"Mom! Sorry but I forgot something!" I yelled the moment I barged the door of the front yard open, and rushed inside the living room. I passed it, and was ten inches close to the kitchen when I stopped altogether.

It wasn't very strange, the view in front of me. But my Mom's eyes were wide; my Dad too, and my eyes reluctantly widened like them when I caught the reason of their sudden panic. Apparently; the card was in my mom's hands, holding it a little roughly where her knuckles turned white. She has a stupefied look on her face, that my dad mimicked amazingly well. My shock suddenly turned into confusion, as I did not expect the card to evoke such an expression out of their faces. For all I know, they should be uninterested about a mere presence of a colorful card; but they seem to be exactly the opposite. I raised an eyebrow up. The way the kept on staring at the card so creepily gave me the shivers. Apparently, they still haven't noticed my presence.

"Do you think she did it?" I heard my mom whisper lowly to my father; and sent him a look that I did not understand the meaning behind. My dad gave her the same look; and slowly shook his head. Then, after a second he started nodding his head.

"I..I don't really know. The card seems very.. Alive," my dad replied. Okay, they are officially being weird. What is it about the card being alive? I mean sure the color choice is pretty thrilling and bright; exciting even, completely different from the first time I've caught the card. But it being alive? What are the odds of that?

"Ehm.. Mom? Dad? Are you okay?" I stepped inside their view fully now, surprising them with my sudden appearance because they flinched and stared at me with equally, surprised eyes. I raised an eyebrow at them, and then lowered my eyes to the card with a still suspicious expression on my face. My parents both gulped at the same time, and I was amused but the situation was too serious to be laughed at.

I marched inside, placed all of the money and car keys my mom gave me to the side. I stopped in front of them; expression confident yet confused. I still couldn't get the sight of them talking about the card like that out of my mind. I gave them a pointed look that screamed ridicule and absurdity, and my mom could easily catch it – apparently - because she started to chuckle awkwardly and completely out of character.

"Yes Honey, we are fine. What made you ask that.." She kept on awkwardly sniggering to herself and giving my dad the famous look of hers that screamed danger. I stifled a smile; she looks absolutely thrilling when she is feeling threatened. I wonder what's the reason behind that.

"Okaaaay," I dragged on the Okay and sneakily tried to peek from behind her, at that specific card that was pulsating with energy. Now that I've noticed; it suddenly appeared like there was a fourth presence inside the house. Some sort of power, aura, coming off from that card, and I realized to my absolute horror that it was calling out for me, for my refuge.

"Then, can I have my card back... please?" I asked again, taking another obedient step closer to them and offering my hands for them to drop the card into. My mother once again exchanged a glance with my dad, and I hereby officially accuse them of being suspicious. Then, my dad stepped closer to me, took a rough grip of my shoulders and looked at me seriously in the eye, peering at my soul. I honestly felt very small under him and his sudden serious demeanor. He never gets serious, he is always the jokester type; but those few little times he gets serious, it means whatever it is had passed those limits he had.