C̸͟͞O̸͟͞L̸͟͞D̸͟͞ H̸͟͞E̸͟͞A̸͟͞R̸͟͞T̸͟͞ //B̸͟͞W̸͟͞O̸͟͞O̸͟͞//

Chapter 15

Is that my dad's voice?

-||-

-Dawon's View-

I follow through, talking all about my 'family'.

"You know you really remind me of me."

I look at Jimin, smiling awkwardly.

"How so?"

"You're carefree, outgoing. Loud. But most importantly happy. I used to be like that..."

An awkward silence follows...

"Ah.. I'm sorry I'm not good with sad moments! But Jimin I've just met you and you seemed so composed... when now that I look at you. You're broken."

He chuckles.

"I assumed that as a witch you would already know."

I raise my hands up like I've been caught by the cops.

"Hey now! I respect privacy okay?"

"Yeah yeah, well you can count me as your family."

He smiles brightly at me and I feel my stomach churn.

Is he actually a bad guy?

Or a good guy that is misunderstood?

-||-

-Jiwoo's View-

It can't be.

This is a joke.

He's dead.

Instead of feeling sad, anger surges through me.

I swiftly yank myself out of their hold, getting filled with more strength.

"W-woah Jiwo-"

"THIS IS THE LAST STRAW JIMI-"

I stop in my tracks when I see the person in front of me.

My dad.

He hasn't aged a day yet his eyes seem 100 years older.

No...

"Y-you're not my dad. I don't know what you're playing Jimin but this is not funny!"

I turn around trying to find how to get out.

"There's no door." I hear 'my dad' say.

I face the person.

"Let me out. NOW! I don't want to be here..."

My voice cracks on the last syllable and I get filled with embarrassment.

"Jiwoo... it's me your father. I swear! Listen to me, I didn't die that d-"