Chapter 9 - The Song Of The Dead
Chapter Summary - Y/N discovers more about the events leading up to Aurora's death.
warnings: super natural elements, smut mentions of murder and graphic detail of mutilation (seriously i might be crazy)
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I never really believed in ghosts. As a child, the maids would tell scary stories to my sisters and I to keep us in our rooms at night. It worked when we were small.
It had been almost a month now since I'd moved in, and I could not shake the feeling that I was being watched constantly. A chill would race up my spine if my back was facing an open doorway, or the eery feeling of being followed down one of the twisting hallways haunted me. I couldn't grasp what the source was no matter how hard I tried.
At the start, I called it nerves. I didn't know fully what I was getting myself into, and sleeping in a strange environment without much to my name wouldn't have helped either.
But then the dreams started.
I'd be alone in the house at night, following a woman with long dark hair and pale skin. Every time we'd start at different points in the house, before she'd lead me to the library.
Tonight was a little different. She'd stop, facing away from me and into the large two-story room where the moonlight illuminated soft dust particles, giving it an almost eery glow.
We'd never speak, even if I tried, I couldn't. It's like she wanted me to pay attention to see what she saw. If I stayed behind her, the dream would end, but if I entered, she'd speak.
"My life was stolen." She'd say, her voice saddened yet echoed like a sirens song around me. "My work to protect turned to nothing."
I would turn to her then, gasping every time without fail at her lifeless features. Her beautiful cheeks hollowed and sickly grey. Her eye sockets were hollow, tears of black staining her lashes.
It was Aurora. She was still... here.
"It's your turn now." She'd say before the world around me would fade to black, and I'd regain my conscious form.
I sat up in distress, Mingi, who lay beside me quickly, startling awake at my sudden gasp for breath.
"Y/N?" He asks, his voice hoarse from sleep. He'd gently wrap his arm around me, holding me close to his bare chest. I'd calm at the steady thump of his heartbeat.
"I'm okay... Just a dream." I say softly. He held me close still, however, not letting go until my breathing had settled and my body relaxed.
He took my chin under his index finger and turned my head to face him, his eyes gazing into my own, searching for any signs of discomfort before leaning in.
When Mingi kissed me, it would start gentle, as if he was testing the waters before diving straight in. His hand moved from my chin to the back of my neck to bring me closer as he nipped on my bottom lip.
He slowly pulled me closer, turning my body so I could straddle him properly. He hums softly once I settle, hands now on my hips to help me grind against his crotch.
His tongue explored my mouth before his lips found my jaw and neck. His hands slid up my shirt to cup my breasts, his fingers teasing the hardened nipples causing a soft moan to fall from my lips. I could feel his grin against my skin as he flipped us over.
I gaze up at him, his eyes on me as he unbuttoned my pyjama top slowly. My eyes admired his chest and abs, my fingers reaching out to run over every dent and muscle, goosebumps followed my touch.
He leans down to kiss me again, his hands finding my thighs and rubbing them soothingly before spreading them further for him to slot himself between them. I reach down between us, tugging the waistband of his sweats as a hint for him to take them off.
He gets it, pulling away briefly to look me in the eye. "Are you sure?" He murmers, moving off the bed to discard his clothing.
"I'm sure." I say, watching him carefully as he slips his sweats down, revealing his body in all its glory. I swallow down the nerves that bubble when I see just how big he is. Its length was more than any I'd taken. However, his girth was fairly standard. He climbs back on the bed, his fingers finding the waistband of my shorts. He looks at me for permission before slowly sliding them down my legs, my waist lifting to help him.
He lets out a shuddered breath when he sees me completely naked beneath him. Something flickers in his eyes, hesitation.
"Shit, hold on." He says, getting off of the bed, I raise an eyebrow and watch as he rummages through some drawers in my dresser.
"What're you looking for?" I ask with a laugh.
"A condom- Why don't you have condoms?" He questions.
"Cause I don't need them." I say, a grin on my face as he continues to look. He turns to me with a confused look, as if the wires in his brain fail to connect. "I'm on the pill, Mingi." I say, snorting when his mouth opens in an 'o' shape.
He practically leaps back over onto the bed, causing me to let out a squeal as he does. He presses his lips to my neck, kissing and sucking on the flesh as he grinds down on me, the tip of his cock nudging my clit as he does.
He hovers above me briefly, his eyes searching mine.
"What's wrong?" I ask softly.
"Do you want this?" He asks, his adams apple bobbing. "I mean- Me? I don't want you to feel obligated because you-"
"Mingi." I laugh softly, cupping his face in two of my hands. "Stop overthinking."
"Right." He chuckles softly, putting his weight on one arm to reach down between us. His fingers gently rub my clit, before moving lower to my core. He groans softly as he gathers my slick around his fingers. "You're gonna be the death of me."
I smile and spread my legs further for him to settle. He sits back, hands moving to my thighs before his left holds the base of his cock to line himself up. He looks at my face again before pushing his head in slowly.
I try to relax my body as he pushes in slowly until he's completely bottomed out. He lets out a breath he doesn't realise he's holding, a small whimper falling from his pouty lips as he gets used to the sensation.
I hold onto his biceps as he hovers over me again, taking deep breaths to get used to the wanted intrusion. It had been a while since I'd had sex, so I knew it would sting a little. However, Mingi made it seem like it was nothing. He waited patiently, something I could never imagine a mafia man actually knowing how to do before I gave him the go ahead.
He slowly starts to move his hips, his thrust slow but deep. He hit all the right places, my moans mixing with his soft grunts. His eyes were on me, watching every eyeroll, every breathless moan that left my lips. His hand finds mine, holding it next to my head as he moves his hips faster.
I could feel myself getting close, but I held myself back simply because I didn't want to stop so soon. Mingi started to moan, biting them back as much as he could. Honestly, I loved them, the sound turning me on even more. I wondered how long it had been since any of them had even so much as laid in bed with a woman.
"Are you close?" He asks, sitting up slightly so his free hand could rub my clit, his pace never faltering. I could only nod, his tip hitting a spot inside me. I never thought it could be reached.
My orgasm came in waves, my thighs shook, and my eyes rolled back. I could hear Mingi's whimpers before I felt him spill inside me, his thrusts faltering as he rode out our highs.
I felt him relax, letting out soft pants before he pulled out of me to flop down beside me. I close my eyes, catching my breath before opening them and turning my head to look at him. He has a shit-eating grin, his eyes shut as he revels in the afterglow.
"Stop smiling like that." I snort, causing him to crack an eye open.
"I'm allowed to smile." He retorts playfully, rolling onto his side to face me. I roll my eyes, rolling to face him with a smile. "Wanna talk about your dream?" He asks softly, his hand reaching out to pull me closer, his hand rubbing up and down my thigh as he hoists it over his hip. I hum for a moment, hesitating to talk about it.
"It's kind of weird," I say.
"I like weird." He says, giving me a toothy grin that makes my heart flutter. I roll my eyes before I let out a sigh.
"I've been having these dreams about Aurora," I say simply, I didn't want to sugarcoat it, there'd be no point. His eyes widen slightly in surprise.
"Yea. Her." I say, shifting slightly to get a little more comfortable. "It always starts at a random place in the house, and then she leads me to the library. Every single time." I say, searching his face for any reaction. He nods for me to continue. "Tonight was different though. I saw her face. Mingi, she had no eyes." He lets in a short breath, his eyes clamping shut briefly. "Mingi?" I call out softly.
"How'd you know that? Did someone tell you?" He asks gently.
"Know what?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. He stares at me for a moment, dumbfounded.
"You don't know?" He questions.
"When we found Aurora... She was sat up and tied to this wooden chair." He explains, swallowing down the bile in his throat as he recalls the past. "When Seonghwa lifted her head, she-"
"She had no eyes," I whisper, finishing his sentence for him.
"The Cobra stabbed them out with a kitchen fork," Mingi says, I cup his cheek as a comforting gesture as I see his eyes gloss over. "We could only find one." He says.
"Only one?" I ask, a soft gasp falling from my lips. He nods in confirmation.
"It's been 2 years and we still have no idea where it could be. Hongjoong thinks The Cobra... Well.." He hesitates, but I know exactly what he's alluding to. They think The Cobra ate it.
"I'm so sorry... That must have been horrible." I say softly, the corners of his lips quirk slightly.
"Thank you." He says softly. "Listen, I don't know how and I really don't want to know why. But Aurora's tryna show you something."
"You don't think I'm crazy?" I question.
"Oh, I do." He clarifies, causing me to playfully hit his chest. "But obviously something in your self-consciousness wants you to go into the library."
"But, wouldn't that be weird?" I ask. "That was Aurora's space, I don't want anyone to think I'm tryna-" He cuts me off with a gentle kiss.
"Stop overthinking." He murmurs, copying the very words I had said to him. I smile softly, kissing him again before he rolls back onto his back, pulling me to rest on his chest.
I slept better in his arms, a strong protective cocoon just for me.
The library never ceased to amaze me whenever I'd look into it. It was beautiful, a spiral staircase in the middle with the walls lined from head to toe with bookshelves full of hard cover books.
This was Aurora's place, and I was merely a visitor.
Mingi said that Yeosang would be home today, though I hadn't seen him at all. I figured he was hiding out in his room like he usually did on his days off. Occasionally, I'd catch him sneaking into the kitchen for lunch.
I stepped into the library, eyes scanning over the magnificent collection laid before me. It truly was impressive, and a part of me felt a hint of sorrow for the girl.
"What do you want me to find?" I mumble, more to myself. A small part of me genuinely believed that Aurora wanted to show me something, yet I was almost entirely convinced that my own curiosity was making excuses for itself.
"Find what?" A voice says from behind a bookshelf, making me jump in surprise. Yeosang peaks his head out from around the corner, a confused look on his face.
"You guys gotta stop scaring me!" I hiss, a hand over my heart. He gives me a sheepish look.
"Sorry.." He murmurs, before disappearing again.
"Wait! Hold on." I call out, quickly rushing to follow him. I turn the corner and see him sitting on a plush loveseat, a picture frame in one hand, and a cloth in the other. He looks at me, his eyes blinking twice.
"What're you doing?" I ask softly, taking a step closer.
"Just... Cleaning." He says, turning his attention back to the picture frame. I glance at it briefly, realising the frame is empty.
"An empty picture frame?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't want it to get dusty.." He mumbles.
"Yeosang." I say, crossing my arms. "Did you follow me?"
"No!" He says a little too quickly.
"Sangie." I say softly. He blushes at the nickname.
"Fine, I may have." He says, putting the empty picture frame and cloth down. "You just.. You looked so focused this morning I got curious."
"You could have just asked." I chuckled. I realise as I say it out loud that that may be nearly impossible for Yeosang.
"You've never stepped foot in here before." He says, standing up. "Can I ask why now?"
"I'm... Looking for something but I have absolutely no idea what." I say honestly.
"Convenient." He quips, turning and heading down the aisle of bookshelves, I follow at his heel.
"It's something involving Aurora." I say, causing him to stop in his tracks.
"Rory?" He asks, turning to look down at me. I nod, assuming that was a nickname. He stays silent for a moment before reaching out, he stops himself before our hands touch, but before he can pull away I take it.
His eyes turn a light shade of red, but he holds my hand before leading me through the maze of bookshelves. Eventually, he leads me to the very back, where a bright reading space opens up. There's an art easle, a chess board, even a mini bar. No wonder Aurora spent so much time here.
"Rory spent so much time in here. Sometimes, I'd come and sit just to watch her." He confesses, his ears turning more red. "Sometimes, I'd catch her working on something. And every time I'd leave, she'd hide it somewhere in here." He says, letting go of my hand and heading towards the bar.
"Why are you telling me this?" I ask, watching him as he pours himself a short glass of whiskey.
"Because I believe Aurora's trying to tell you something." He says, taking a sip.
I eye him for a moment before making my way around. I reach the easle, the wood painted black to match the already dark aesthetic of the house. The chess board was neatly set up and ready for a game. However, a pawn was missing on the white side. I contemplated it for a moment, glancing at Yeosang, who seemed to be distracted by something outside. I glance around for the missing piece, starting with no luck before I spot a white gleam sitting on the window sill.
I approach, kneeling down so that I'm eye level with the piece. From the dust that had gathered, it's like it had never been touched, at least not for years. This whole place, it's like it's some kind of time captule.
I started to feel around, my gut telling me something had to be there. There is no way there wasn't. I let out a shakey breath when my fingers brushed over a loose board.
I pull it off, catching the attention of Yeosang who makes his way over. "What the hell?" He questions, kneeling down beside me to look.
Inside the small little hideaway was a series of newspapers, maps, and documents. Everything is organised neatly with sticky notes and highlighted words sprawled out. I take the thick pile and rest in on my thighs, Yeosang staring at the pile with wide eyes.
I glance at him, and he glances at me before realising our close proximity and standing to move away.
"Rory... What were you doing." He mumbles, running a hand through his hair as he sits down on one of the leather couches.
"Something important." I say, looking down at the newspaper on top of the pile.
'The Cobra Bites Again.' dated exactly 2 and a half years ago. I remember seeing this on the news, a body was found quatered on the subway by a school boy waiting for his morning train.
It was no secret that The Cobra killed his victims in brutal ways, all of them unique. For the longest time, I thought Chalita was one of them. However, Hongjoongs revelation made me second guess everything.
I was 16 when my sisters death was reported back to us. The only thing they could identify of her body was her hand. Everything else was burnt off by acid and strung up in a tree for 3 weeks, completely left for the elements. I remember throwing up continuously for an hour after the news. My mother was a mess and didn't speak for almost a month. My little sister didn't know, she didn't need to know. She was only 10.
My father, like always, seemed more disappointed than concerned. He shook his head and gave my mother a cold look as she screamed in agony before returning back to his work. He never cared.
"I hope you aren't thinking what I think you are." Yeosang says, pulling me back to reality.
"Don't. Rory got herself killed because she got too caught up in this." He says, standing once again as I do the same. "I'm not letting you do the same."
"Yeosang I have to do this." I say.
"No, you don't." He scoffs, reaching to take the documents, but I pull away.
"Do you not want revenge?" I ask, my voice coming out harsher than I meant it to.
"Revenge?" He chuckles. "Of course I want revenge! But that doesn't mean I'm going to blindly search for a psychotic maniac!"
"Well, how else are you supposed to find him?" I laugh bitterly.
He takes a deep breath, fingers massaging his temple. "Listen, Y/N."
"No. I'm done with letting you all tell me what I can and can't do." I snap.
"Y/N." He says sternly. "Mingi and Jongho are already attached to you. Do you really want me to be the one to tell them that I found your body mutilated at the bottom of a ditch?"
I swallow at the thought. I'd grown to really like Mingi and Jongho, the two of them being much friendlier towards me than the others for the most part. "That's not fair." I state.
"It's the truth." He says back.
"Why are you guys so against finding this guy?" I question. "Wouldn't you be heros if you caught him?"
"It's not the simple." He says.
"Then dumb it down for me." I quip.
He groans in frustration, his knuckles flexing at his sides. "He's dangerous. One wrong move and everything we've worked for goes up in flames, or worse one of us dies."
"So you're cowards?" I question, causing his jaw to drop.
"No. We're not stupid." He says.
"So you're calling Aurora stupid?" I fire back.
"Stop twisting my words!" He snaps. "And honestly? Yes, she was for doing this alone! And you would be too!"
"Then help me!" I shout, frustrated. He goes silent, his mouth moving but no words form. He was stumped. I actually stumped him.
"God, you're just like her." He says, his voice softer now as he looks down at his feet.
"Yeosang." I say gently. "I have to do this."
"I know." He says, body slouching. "Do you actually want our help?" He asks, peaking up at me.
"It wouldn't hurt." I huff, looking down at the documents. If I were going to do this, I had to do this differently. A new approach, new sets of eyes, more help.
I watch as a soft smile spreads across his face. "You're something." He mutters, before turning and leaving me before I could say another word.
Honestly, the more time I spent with these boys, the odder they got.
I move to sit down on a leather couch, my eyes looking out onto the lush green grass outside, I could see the pool from here, and the greenhouse. I let out a soft sigh, a sick feeling in my gut.
My curiosity was going to get me killed.
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