a guilty mind :: sohee & jiyong
It was starting to become clear to him that he was never going to find information from the real source. He always had to stop himself and think, “Dara is gone.” The more he thought about it, the more questions had sprouted and he had a need for some kind of answer, even to just one question. Jiyong thought Dara loved the circus, but apparently he didn’t know much if she just up and disappeared on him like that. He knew he kept a few secrets from her, but not enough to make her up and disappear, right? He felt a lump in his throat, and even as he tried to gulp it down, he still felt it there. To be guilty and regretful was the worst. He happened to be both.
Deciding on searching for others, he went down his mental list of people that Dara knew of when a certain face came to mind. There was a small girl that Dara always hung around, mentored even. Jiyong never took much of an interest in her until now, as he wondered if there was anything she might have known about Dara that he didn’t know. Hell would freeze over before he turned to Seungri for answers, so this girl seemed like the only other slightly reliable option. Now he had to find her.
Jiyong took some wild guesses, checking Dara’s tent to no avail, checking the food area to find nothing, before he took his business elsewhere and decided to look around Dara’s favorite working station. It moved with every pick-up-and-go the circus made, but it was always set up relatively the same way. She was the girl in charge of the mechanics in the cirque, so of course her “student” would work in a relatively similar field.
Peeking his head in, he frowned at the sight of a girl – a girl that wasn’t Dara. Jiyong remembered when he stumbled in to one of Dara’s working areas and completely destroyed some wires, making them spark up and giving them both a heart attack. He wouldn’t do that to the woman that was working in there in that moment, considering he wasn’t there to cause havoc this time around. Her name was Sohee, and she was “talented.” It was a little vague, but it was his last shot to getting answers about just where this woman disappeared to, and why.
“Excuse me?” he stepped into the space, breaking some of the distance between the two persons. “Sohee?” His voice was gentle. He was trying to be nice and press down his dying anticipation and anger at the situation at hand. Jiyong glanced down, his lip twitching at his own slowness with proposing a question. “I want to talk to you… about Dara,” he got right out and said it. What was the point of trying to make it fall into conversation? He had a feeling that the girl already knew what he wanted as soon as she realized he was there. “I was hoping you’d…” he pursed his lips, hating that he felt sorry for himself. “Give me something to work with here. A reason or a possible reason. Or something.”
He really wished he didn’t fumble with his words like that. “.. Do you know what happened to her?”