Sarang and I were standing infront of the place where Sehun lives. Sehun. My twin brother. The only person who could possibly save me.
The place wasn't like anything I expected, an abandoned warehouse with gang graffiti covering the old, white paint beneath it, if I didn't trust Junhee with the address, I would have never gussed this was a place that people can actually live in.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't seeing this coming, because nine years ago I did the same thing Sarang did yesterday, I eavesdropped on my grandmother. She was going on and on about keeping this nine year old boy in his place and locked in. I didn't know what she was talking about until I saw that picture, the only picture of me and my brother together, and the same one I have as my phone's background. Only that it wasn't cut in half, not yet. You know that twin hunch people always talk about? I didn't feel it the first time I met Sehun, it didn't even occur to me that he was my long lost brother. But my mind started lingering on it, and when I saw the jocks in our school trying to pick a fight with him on the second day of his arrival -not that they stood a chance- I suddenly felt protective of him, and that's when I decided to dig a little bit deeper, leaving everyone out of it, including Sarang.
"Ready?" Sarang asked while standing beside me, I looked down at her with a nervous smile. I had kept things from her too, and yet she had the courage to blurt out everything to me, I felt cowardly, but I still didn't know what my grandmother was up to, so in order to protect Sarang, I won't drag her in any further.
"Do we knock or just...Go in?" I asked and heard her take a deep breath next to me. She was probably more nervous than I was considering the things that went on with her and Sehun on their date. She'd told me everything that happened that night on our way here.
As I walked towards the grand wooden door, it started again. My stomach felt as if it had been kicked a thousand times, and the now familiar burning sensation started in my throat. My vision went blury as I glanced back at Sarang to find her looking at me with concern filling her eyes.
"It's that time of the month." I choked out, she smiled a smile that didn't reach her beautiful eyes, and I found it hard to take another step forward. Please not here, please.
I gathered every strength left in me to walk up to the door and ring the bell. I stood there trying to catch my breath when Sarang ran to stand beside me.
"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked. Her eyes searching my face for answers. I smiled weakly at her as I said, "I'm good. It's just my nerves that's all."
"Are you sure you can do this?" As long as I have you with me, I'm positive.
"Yes." I said, and she nodded.
No one answered the bell, so Sarang rang it again, and we stood there for almost 5 minutes waiting for anyone to open the door for us, fortunately, someone did.
"Hello. How may I help you?" a what looked like a housekeeper asked us and I looked at Sarang with puzzled expressions before taking a step back to look at the warehouse one more time. A warehouse with a housekeeper?