LATER THAT NIGHT
MINHO'S POV
A 14 year old Minho roamed the quiet and dark house in search for his father. He had gotten hungry and finally decided to leave his bedroom. It had been 2 weeks since his mother left. He no longer had anymore tears left to cry for the passing of his mother and he knew she'd want him to stay strong anyway. She was always his support and shoulder to lean on. Somehow even though she was gone he could still feel her warmth surrounding him.
Stepping into a room he froze at the completely trashed livingroom. Glass everywhere from vases that had been knocked over. Dents in the walls showing that they had been punched quiet a few times. That's when his eyes landed on his father crouched down in a corner staring at broken picture frame.
"D-dad?" The boy called out worried and the man instantly shot his head up glaring at the teen.
"You fucking piece of shit" the man growled and stood from his spot moving over to the now shaking boy.
"THIS IS ALL YOU'RE FUCKING FAULT! SHE WOULD'VE NEVER DIED IF YOU HAD WOKEN UP FAST ENOUGH!" The adult hissed raising his hand and sending a hard smack across the boys cheek causing him to stumble to the ground in shock while gripping his now throbbing cheek.
A few more slaps and kicks sent to the boys side before he was left curled up on the floor gripping his sides as tears streamed down his cheeks.
The man rolling his eyes at the trembling and pained boy before he was stumbling out the house muttering about how he needed more to drink. The boy shuddered in pain and cried out for help unable to move.
"Minho? Hey..Minho its okay" His vision was blurred from the tears as he struggled to make out the person standing above him. The blurred figure crouching down and wrapping his arms around the crying boy. Minho melted into the warmth of the person and sighed as all the pain, sadness and anger melted away.
He still couldn't completely make out who it was but the voice was soothing and filled with love. It was a voice that could make even his worst days the best ones.
"Babe...please wake up" the voice said again and he felt himself being shaken a bit.
'Wake up?' I frowned but after a few seconds my eyes suddenly shot open coming face to face with the beautiful squirrel like boy he had come to love.
I watched as he smiled at me before slowly pulling me into a tight hug. "You're okay...I'm here. No ones going to hurt you again."
I heard Jisung whisper into my ear and instantly felt myself calm down as I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck.
"I love you so much..." I whispered in a broken sob not even realizing that I had been crying.
"I love you too" I felt Jisung cup my cheeks and turn my head up to look at him. A sweet smile on his lips as we gazed into each others eyes. It was impossible to not return the smile and once I finally did he pressed his lips against mine in a short sweet kiss before pulling away again.
"Come on...lets go back to sleep." He said while shifting back down on the bed to get comfortable. Though I didnt move at first as I just watched him in pure admiration.
"Hurry up!" I blinked at the sudden whine and chuckled faintly at the pout on his lips. Instantly I had laid back down wrapping my boyfriend up in my arms and instantly fell back to sleep with a smile on my lips.
Next day
Jisung, Seungmin and I were currently in the livingroom watching some horror movie. I wasn't paying much attention noticing it was all on the boy that was curled up on my lap absolutely terrified of what played on the screen.
I couldn't help but thank Seungmin in my head for getting Jisung to agree to watch a horror movie.
Ironically every time a ghost or something popped out the boy would jump in fright and nuzzle into my chest more causing me to snicker a bit.
"How are you so scared when you're literally dating a ghost yourself,baby?" I suddenly whispered in his ear and snickered as I was attacked with a pillow. Jisungs weapon of choice every single time he was ready to murder someone from being embarrassed.
I laughed blocking the attacks with my arms before stealing a kiss causing him to finally stop and nuzzle back into my chest.
"Tch..you're lucky I love you-" he muttered and I just rolled my eyes combing my fingers through his blonde locks.
"Mhmm very lucky-" I muttered though the moment was cut short.
"Can you two shut the fuck up!" Seungmin hissed causing another snicker to slip past my lips before nodding that I'll be silent.
About 10 more minutes had gone by and I was starting to feel weird. It felt like I was getting sucked into a black hole or something. Raising a hand I blinked a few times as it started to vanish causing me to instantly start panicking.
"Jisung- jisung what's happening!" I was freaked as both boys ended up turning to look at me.
"What the fuck,Minho! Hold on- quick get mom!" I heard his voice but it started to fade as my vision started going black. I could here Seungmin get up and sprint off to get their mother. Though my focus was still on the direction of Jisung's voice.
"Minho!" His terrified scream of my name was the last thing I heard before completely vanishing from the the other three's sight and out of the house.
I was lost and very confused I felt like I was being blown with the wind to say simply. It had been a few minutes before I could slowly feel myself being pieced together again. Vision starting to come back I blinked a few times to get rid of the blurriness and looked around the unfamiliar room.
Dark, kinda gloomy and cold. Was the only way to explain the dimly light room. I had to squint a bit to get my eyes to adjust to the badly lightimg. Taking a few steps forward I ran into something cold and hard causing me to reach my hands up to grip onto it realizing that I had ran into hard metal bars.
'Is this a jail?' I frowned to myself finally deciding to roam around the room more. A crappy toilet settled in the corner, a few random papers and pictures hung on the concrete walls. That's when my eyes finally fell on to the old bed noticing a lump under the thin blankets.
I felt my throat go dry as I stared at the figure finally putting the pieces together on where I was. Taking a few hesitant steps closer to the bed I raised a trembling hand to grip a corner of the blanket to pull it away from hiding the person face.
As soon as it was gone I went stiff staring down at a man.
A man I knew all to well.
A man that ruined my life the moment my mother had passed away 5 years ago.
A man none only then my father...
A man I hated with every bone in my body until a few days ago.
Yes you heard me correctly.
Don't get me wrong though I still hate him greatly. He was abusive and mean from the day my mother had passed away.
Hell he's the reason I was dead at this very moment but no matter how much I hated him he was still my father.
Still the man that raised me from the day I was born, a man that was perfect until the woman we cherished the most died.
Even with how evil and cruel this man was to me after the incident deep down somewhere in my heart I still loved him. My gaze softening as I stared at the Male. The anger I had bottled up towards this man over the past three years started to disperse from my body.
The hate...anger...pain...sadness all melted away as I stared at him.
Those were the only feelings I had ever felt while roaming around that house this whole time. Reliving ever beating, every drunken argument, and every night I had spent curled up in the closet hiding away from the terrifying man.
Though now, in this moment the only thing I felt while staring at the man who murdered me was thankfulness.
Yes it's weird but if he hadn't killed me that night. We would still be living in that house. A house where we would both be filled with guilt and sadness. A house where I would still be desperately hiding away hoping to go a day without taking a beating.
Though the biggest thing was that it would be a house...without Jisung.
I would have never been able to meet the boy I had come to adore so much in the past few months.
A boy with the most breathtaking smile and joyous laugh that could make any day feel like the best.
With a voice that made me feel like I was floating on a cloud everytime he would whisper in my ear or sing me to sleep on restless nights.
A boy I was completely head over heels in love with.
For if it wasn't for that horrible and unforgettable night I would have never met the light to my darkness that j was always searching g so desperately for.
With that thought running through my head the grudge I was hold onto all these years had vanished and was replaced with gratitude.
"I forgive you,Father..." I finally whispered out while slowly carding my fingers through his messy hair.
My eyes then catching sight of what looked like a picture clutched tightly in his hand. Leaning closer my eyes went slightly wide seeing that it was picture of my mother and I.
A smile stretching across my lips as I then looked at the males face again never seeing him so peaceful before. He must still be going through so much and I couldn't help the sad smile that stayed on my lips just imagining how much he suffered.
"I'm okay...Its fine. Don't worry about me. I'll always be with you... Be happy for me...Always be happy and live life to the fullest..." I started to whisper. My fingers still running through his hair while I raised my free one to wipe at the tears that were cascading down my cheeks.
"Don't let the guilt eat you up because I forgive you. For I am truly happy for once and you should be too. Theres nothing you can do now so stop living in the past and focus on the future. I will always be with you. Mom will always be with you, right here" I paused poking where his heart was. "I love you dad" I muttered out through a shaky breath.
Slowly standing up on wobbling feet I grinned a bit as I stared down at him seeing that he had a small smile forming on his lips. Just from that small action I knew he had heard my wishes. If there was any part of the father I grew up with and loved the most left I knew that he would work his hardest to get to his own happiness.
"Crap-" I hissed suddenly as that sucking feeling surround me onve again and I gripped onto the wall for support before I was once again being ripped into pieces and floating with the wind.
When opening my eyes again I found myself in my favorite spot on the roof of Jisung's house and quickly made my way inside.
"JISUNG!?" I screamed running out of the boys bedroom just to run right into the said boy. His eyes going wide as he instantly tackled the me into a hug.
"Oh my chicken what happened? Are you okay? You're not hurt right!?" He screeched examining every part of me and I just chuckled lightly.
"Did you say chicken? Pfft you've been hanging around Woojin way too much" I snorted thinking of my best friend before smiling down to the still worried boy.
"I'm fine...I'm back now right? Nothing to worry about-" I assured cupping his cheeks and pressing a sweet kiss against his soft lips.
The boy still pouted a bit and just eyed the other before nodding that he guessed it would be alright. "So what happened?" He asked and I sighed a bit while leading us back downstairs giving Seungmin who just smiled relieved to see the ghost.
"I saw my father..."I explained the whole situation to the two and they both just looked at the boy shocked before smiling softly.
"That's good then. I'm proud of you Min." Seungmin smiled patting my shoulder gently a couple times. I chuckled faintly and nodded before I was slumping down on the couch while pulling Jisung down with me grinning at his surprised squeak.
"Shall we finish that movie now?" I asked and the two giggled before starting the movie again.
NO ONE'S POV
What the three boys didn't know was that Moonbyul was listening in on the whole conversation while nervously shifting in her spot.
'Its started.' With a sigh she quickly ran up the stairs and went into her and her husband shared bedroom. Flinging the closet door open she looked at the few unopened boxes and tugged them out looking for something she never expected to us again.
It only took a few minutes to find the thick book she was looking for. It was obvious it was old as the cover was bent a bit and the aged pages a brownish color now.
Moonbyul hummed and flipped to an all to fimilar section that still had the corner of the page folded over so it could easily be found it needed. Her eyes falling shut as she read over the information while carding her fingers through her hair.
What happens when a ghost let's go of their grudge
1) Disappears from the place they were holding there grudge at random being given the chance to forgive the person/people who caused the grudge.
Just reading the first step caused her to let out a shakey breath before she glanced at the section that showed the way to save a ghost. Old memories flooded back into her mind causing a few tears to slip down her cheeks.
Flashback
"Wonpil! It worked you're okay!" A teenage Moonbyul grinned up at the 18 year old boy. Wonpil raised a brow confused and looked around for a moment before looking back to the woman with a raised brow.
"I'm sorry do I know you?" He asked her curiously. Her eyes went wide and she took a few steps back surprised.
"W-what do you mean? Its me- Moonbyul." The girl stuttered out before the teen was shaking his head a bit.
"Doesn't ring a bell." He said before giving the girl a faint smile and walking away leaving her frozen in her spot completely heart broken as she watched the love of her life leave her just like he promised not too.
Moonbyul let out a shakey sigh at the memory and puffed out her cheeks slightly. She knew how this was all going to turn out and she needed to warn her son very soon. She just hoped that if Jisung decided to help his lover that he would be able to handle any obstacles that would come their way in the future.
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"We TIreD wE tIRed WE tIrED"
Helloooooo here is an update~ at.....3am haha.
Anyway Sorry the updates are getting a bit slower.
I'm getting closer to the end of my term for my University so things are getting hectic!
I'll try and update whenever I have free time...which is apparantly at 3am- pfft
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