Tae always went through the same routine. Got up extra early to avoid getting beat for trying to eat, eat breakfast at school and tried to avoid the school day with out getting beat, then get home late, avoid getting beat. That was his life and he was used to it. However, the few times he got caught by both groups, his grandmother and the bullies, his life was truly hell.
This was that occasion. He didnât see them coming. He was limping down the hall, back hurting from getting his by the end of the old hags belt when he was snatched by the back of is shirt and yanked backwards. When eyes met them, he gritted his teeth when the beating start. They got board of teasing long ago, since he was almost mute in nature, but he also got tired for calling for help. help never came.Â
People have walked passed the seen, ignoring him and the situation in a whole, then helping him in some way or form. He didnât have anyone who would want t anyways. Shock took him when he heard a sudden noise, closing is eyes tight, hugging himself in his fetus state. He waited for it, but there was nothing. He heard foot step walk off and he opened one eye, meeting her eyes. he had noticed her before, though he would never think she would talk to him, let alone approch him.Â
âw..whatâŠummâ He forced himself to sit up, just fully in pain. âIâmâŠokâ
Her usual routine for today was beyond repair. Any repercussions might have been achievable if only she did not took the flight of stairs earlier. At this moment, as the clock ticked by and the sun slowly sinks down for its long awaited slumber, Hana stood before the other student, begrudgingly reflecting over what she had done a few minutes ago and quietly assessing her next move as she observed him.
"Alright. If you say so," she muttered and took a few steps away, sticking to her apathetic nature. However, something stopped her and made her turn. The thought of the dinner her mother probably prepared for her before she left for work wasn't enough for Hana to keep on walking. She has no idea why. Perhaps it was pity? Perhaps it was because she can relate to what was going on with him? Perhaps he needed a friend? Perhaps she needed one as well?
Hana crouched down and picked up his stuff sprawled around the ground, placing them in what she assumed was his bag. She heaved a long sigh. What a bother, she thought, and yet here she was, helping a stranger. She noticed how his things were frayed and worn out. It was a habit she cannot break out of. Surrounded with nothing but silence itself, keenly observing over the minuscule to the extreme have become a part of her life.
"The clinic's already closed," she reached out to give his bag back to him. "If you can still move, there's a store a few blocks away from here. We can buy some stuff then to patch you up."
hey peeps! just checking in to tell you that i just finished one of my major requirements so my workload has lightened a little bit uwu i know i wasnât updating much for like a month now so my drafts box are collecting cobwebs. since iâve been (and still am) a slow turtle, please let me know if youâre still up for continuing our threads or if you want to go with a new one and drop our previous thread. thanks! ;u;
@247jiyong -- lionhearted; science in progress; drinkinâ doubles
â is this a gift for me? â (gonna request a drabble instead about little kihyun and hana because we need some cute shit around here uwu)
kihyun quickly stuffs his chubby hands into his pocket and shrugs his shoulders at her question, avoiding hanaâs gaze. again, they were together at kihyunâs place awaiting for their mothers to come home, and kihyun thought it was the perfect moment to gift her a little rectangular box. what he didnât know was how shy he could become in front of someone that had seen him wearing only underwear (it was an accident).Â
âopen it.â he tells her, watching as the lid lifts up and reveals a pink crystal bracelet he had bought not long for her. âi saw it when i was at the market with my mom⊠i just thought itâd look pretty o-on you.â he shrugs again, looking at her eyes for a quick moment before looking back down at his feet that shifted from side to side.
âno- i mean you said you were scared of going to the doctor, so just wear the bracelet and you wonât be because iâll be there with you.â still avoiding her gaze, he sits besides her before his knees gave out of nervousness and took the bracelet from the box. âgimme your hand.â he stretches the elastic just enough for it to slip right onto her wrist.Â
âdo-do you like it?â there was so much more he wanted to say to her. to thank her for not pushing him away like the others. for understanding him and for being his only true friend. but as he looked up at her smile, he knew she understood and he smiled back at her too.
Wheels spun on the newly polished floors as the bin was pushed towards the garbage site of Cheongnam High. There are cleaning attendants hired by the academic institution, but her teacher have assigned each group in her class to do good and help lighten their workload which will obviously not be followed by most of the students since they donât want to get their hands dirty even if they already are. Hana doesnât mind, though. The aforementioned teacher is actually much better than those who are consistently getting paid by parents just for their dear sons and daughters get a high grade.
As she sauntered on towards the location, she heard some scuffling and laughter at the open field below her. A cacophony of guffaws. She immediately knew that it belonged to the empty-headed trolls who torments other students for their wicked amusement. Hana chose not to pry. She has other agendas and getting right at the crosshairs is last of the things she desired. However, she couldnât stand it. Thus, she opened the bin, the suffocating smell of garbage almost made her puke, but she had to do it. Grabbing the black garbage bag, she dumped all of its contents right at the spot of the bullies below.
She quickly hid from plain sight, grateful for the wall panel to cover her. Once she felt the ruckus faded away, Hana stood up and looked at the lower floor, discovering the student who has been recently terrorized. She took the flight of stairs and approached the other.
âHey,â she quietly grabs his attention. âYou okay?â
GREEK PANTHEON AESTHETIC
( bold for what applies, italics for what might apply. )
â APHRODITE
laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.
â APOLLO
glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.
â ARES
armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.
â ARTEMIS
keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.
â ATHENA
discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.
â DEMETER
soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom/dad-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.
â DIONYSUS
drunk shit-poster, on their sixth glass of wine before youâve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.
â HEPHAESTUS
the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eye, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up [ thing ] and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.
â HERA
resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or youâre grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.
â HERMES
devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shit-poster, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april foolâs, hoodies and sneakers.
â POSEIDON
storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horseâs gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.
â ZEUS
thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their loverâs waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.
to whoever is up there, i beg for your forgiveness. mom, dad, i am so sorry that iâve chosen this path. please donât refrain from watching me from up above. my manager.. junho oppa. he is not what Ii expected him to be. i never wanted to do it in the first place, but he was so persuasive. promising me the fame and fortune iâve always wanted. who could deny such things like that? i feel so dirty. i am dirty. i donât know what to do anymore. he said those men... they can help me achieve my dreams if i play with them. i did got the part iâve been striving for, but it doesnât feel right. it shouldnât have to be this way. when i confronted junho oppa about it, he hit me. he said iâd be on the streets if it werenât for him. my body still hurts but i have to go to the rehearsals. please help me.
Hereâs how Byun Junhoâs life went down in a spiral.
9:45 AM
âI am very sorry, oppa. I had no idea youâre very busy today. I shouldâve called on a different time.â
An apologetic Hana rushed towards Byun Junho. His unkempt graying hairs swayed along the summer breeze. There was an almost a predatory smile playing around his lips, the dark-tinted sunglasses proficiently hid the malicious eyes as he checked out the wholesome appearance of his next prodigy. âItâs completely fine. Youâve got such great promise and Iâll regret it forever if someone else snatches you,â he slurred his words as if they are the sweetest among its kind, giving a gentle pat on Hanaâs crown. âCome with me. I will show you what your future will be like.â
Acting like a curious little cat, Hana trailed behind him as they entered what looked like to be a backdoor stage. A few twists and turns within the dimly lit building, the pair finally arrived in a vast room filled with a variety of cameras and people working behind them. There was a platform erected at one side of the room with a long table lined with several chairs above it. A media press conference. "Keep yourself comfortable here for now. I have to head back there," Junho told her after pulling one of the chairs at the far back of the space. He made sure she has settled well as if she was a porcelain doll, too fragile and pure even from the lightest touch. Once everything was up to his standards, he sauntered back up to the stage, and left Hana to her devices. A very wrong move.
10:15 AM
The interview questions for Byunhoâs other prodigy were about to wrap up. A footage from their latest performance will play before they get to showcase their talents live on the stage for the journalists and critics to talk about. As they went backstage, the huge screen started to boot up, everyone in the room were at the edge of their seats as they waited with anticipation. The manager, her late motherâs shameless manager, stood aside, beaming with a grin filled with pride.
There was a cry. A sniffle that might have sounded like a lost and hungry kitten. But a figure soon materialized after the blurriness of the video cleared up. It was a young girl, probably around her teenage years. Then a familiar face, appeared alongside her, he had sharper features before and a much darker hair than what he was sporting now. Horrified gasps filled the entire room with his following words. He was selling her, like she was a rare artifact in an auction. Clip after clip, they were in the same nature. Innocent little girls with big dreams are being exploited for the wealthy and powerful people to use for their own perversions. The various timestamps on the footage indicated that such indecencies have been going on for too long. The feed was abruptly cut, the screen now showing Byun Junhoâs stunned face. There was a moment of silence that one would be able to hear a pin drop, before rabid questions and queries from the journalists are thrown at the demonic perpetrator. He had to endure their obsession about hearing his side until a pack of security guards escorted him out of the place. Junho, among the chaos, twisted his head to look for his precious porcelain doll at the back.
The chair that enclosed Yoo Hana was vacant.
12:09 PM
The slim screen of the mobile phone exhibited numerous articles about a certain manager of an entertainment agency and his crimes. Various people have come forward as an aftermath, claiming that they were victims of his lies. The person who orchestrated the act was still left unknown. The owner of the device set it down on the surface of a sleek table, taking the cup of coffee she ordered up to her pink-tinted lips. Hana took a small sip. It was very refreshing.
His eyes were trying their best to adjust to the newly found darkness, his skin moulding at its grace. He loved darkness, and all it brought with it, although he should be afraid, he should be trembling and melting into the very fabric of the ground they were standing on. Darkness provided him with a blank canvas, on which his ideas could bloom in colour, and shapes, and emotions. It was a fresh start, a rebirth and something he would often use when he needed an inspiration. Closing his eyes often provided a useful instrument, something he could use when light could no longer communicate ideas. He found out based on his experience that murkiness often touched his unwanted senses, it opened the door everyone so harshly fights to close. Just a soft material over his eyes, enhanced his power of creating, of hearing, of feeling. Any touch in the dark is magnificent, and it is not that he does not want to enjoy every piece of flesh in front of him. Every body embraced by the mad touch of tenebrosity breaks the impenetrable barrier of magnificence, it shapes a new narrative and it becomes increasingly beautiful as it moves up and down.
He felt her insecurity run through her voice, he was certain she was in a state of panic, if not a state of breaking down. It made him wonder what demons lurk under a surface he has never met, or touched. Her fragility made him think of the fairest maidens painted by the skilful hand of a pained artist. Her strength, however, reminded him of an amazon, a strong female-figure any girl would love to be. She bloomed right there in the gloom box-like room, filled with mechanic noises and thuds. She was fascinating and he needed no more proof but her lone figure mingled on the black canvas. âIt usually does not take long, but who knows?â, he spoke, his voice unchanged and unmoved. He felt entrusted with being her pillar, the body she would lean on in case of a fall. His body was stable enough to stand, he asked himself if hers was. He asked if she was able to stand, to hold her frame. âThey did not made this problem public, hence why I am not baffled that you did not hear about it. So do not blame yourself one second, this is their faultâ, he continued, assuring her of her innocence. âWell, we are here now. So, we can talk about anything you wish. The words you will tell me here, will remain hereâ.
She rubbed her bare shoulders to encapsulate some warmth. As the citizens of Seoul attempt to escape the heat of the summer solstice, they were unaware that such diversion can be found under the ground without hiking up their electric bills. She should have worn something warmer than this. But no one could have ever predicted the apocalypse, hence the over-sized shirt and a pair of cotton shorts were her humble pieces of armor.
"I do hope it will come back soon," she expressed, squinting her eyes in hopes of finally adjusting her sight through the obscurity they were caught in. There were some shadows she can regard, but they may be only tricks to the slowly dissolving yet still persisting fright. The laundry area have been really neglected and left to dust by the administration when there are no more further efforts made to even just place emergency lights on the walls.
It was pure irony when mere moments ago, she regarded his presence as useless. Nothing but a tiny ant compared to her extensive plans. He doesn't have a place in her world. Yet now, Hana trusts her whole life to him, albeit not knowing his face, his name, nor the distance between them. As the seconds tick by, it felt like an eternity for her, but the awareness that he was there with her became more tolerable. A proposal was offered to her. The proposition seemed so sweet as honey. The anonymity shrouded by the darkness is the perfect way to release one's demons. Still, she weighed her chances. She is not some naive tourist checking out the wares the flea market has to offer.
"Anything I want?" Hana hummed under her breath, tapping her fingers on the top of the machine before she clumsily hoisted herself above it. Thank heavens for the blackout or she might have looked like a complete fool with her actions. The metal exterior was cool when it made contact with her skin, but she has long adapted to the low temperature of the room. "How about we start with something lighthearted? You know, like our deepest fears," she impishly chuckled. "Same condition with yours. Nothing gets out of this room," she bargained like an expert haggler, anything to alleviate her terror and the impending monotony if ever this situation of theirs will take longer than it should. "Mine is the darkness, believe it or not. How about yours, mister?"
Drumming his fingertips against the cool glass, his suspicions gradually disperse once his companionâs pretty convincing signs of frankness seem to finally begin peeking through the crevice. Shot glasses suit her more than a martini, decisively. âWe will have such a ball,â not straining to nurture his feigned grin anymore, Jiyong wryly snorts before nimbly gulping down his honey-coloured refreshment. Plonking the drained cup down, the bartender probably senses they will keep his hands continually busy. âAt least the nearest bar isnât miles away,â averting his eyes from the refill to unhurriedly turn his head to Hana, he soon reaches to his pantsâ pocket and swiftly pulls out his custom cigarette case. Flipping the cover open, with a smirk suavely twisting his lips, he offers her the Marlboros. âCare for a smoke?â
There was an ominous twinkle in her eye upon heeding to his ambiguous response. She couldn't help but to mirthfully hum along. An answer to a confounding cipher only them could break yet have made a pact to eternally repress their knowledge about it. Hana deemed herself to be on the gray area when it came to morals. The middle ground between the good and bad, despite how sinister the schemes she has yet to execute in the near future.
Perhaps this was the reason as to how fate have always dre them together, although she wasn't quite doubtless as to how Jiyong would stay on it for too long. She was, however, extremely gratified that he has kept his mouth shut for many years, seeing how they are still roaming free and not behind the iron bars. This person pampers his self-preservation to the highest degree just like her.
It has became an inside joke between the two of them, a mischief with an obscure nature and severe casualties. There would probably a time where what has been humoring them will return with a vicious bite, but the sun is high and the alcohol is still pouring in their glasses, thus the only thing left to do is to bask at their moment of freedom.
She mirrored his actions and made them as her own, resting an arm on the surface of the ornate counter and settled her chin on the open palm as her eyes flickered with malice. The slow and smooth voice of a faceless jazz musician crooned to the patrons of the hotel bar who were rekindling the conspiracy they committed when they were young. "Be careful now. You might burn the whole place down with that spirit of yours," she murmured that only him could hear.
Her eyes roamed at the grand interior of the hotel. Their mission to provide their guests a luxurious and one of a kind stay ingenuously shrieks with their overpriced services. "But it will probably cover the insurance so I believe it will be fine even if you set ablaze two more of their hotels," she unshackled the laugh bubbling up her throat, a little too giggly and peppy for her standards, but the effects of the liquor have slowly ripped off some of the corsets she wore to be prim and proper.
With her free hand, she idly reached for her own glass and childishly raised it up. A salute to the hotel and its guests living in an expensive fantasy world for a few days. Hana took everything in one shot. It burned, but the feeling was something what she has grew accustomed to. She can feel her cheeks heating up with the rush of alcohol swimming in her bloodstream. It was time to take things slowly, but when the bartender replaced her empty glass with another fill, she knew she is going to break her rule again and again.
"I still can't believe we were pulled together in this mess again," she blurted out with spite. Hana unconsciously began to bite the tip of her thumb, a habit she picked up when she started to take refuge with one of her vices. And as if Jiyong heard her wishes, he was already offering her one. She turned her attention solely to him. The way he twists his mouth was something she used to despise. But in the eyes of inebriated Yoo Hana, he looked angelic and was welcoming her to the gates of paradise. "Oh, look at this knight in shining armor!" She impishly gave him a soft nudge on his shoulder before lifting a stick from the canister. "Did you arrive here with a white horse or something?" A cigarette or two may alleviate the tipsiness she was having.
Her head was pounding. The slim mobile device was having a shrill tantrum. The smell of cigarette smoke and last night's drinks coming from her hair was not an aroma she would prefer in the early mornings as she nurse a very bad hangover. She might have gone past her limit and completely submerged herself in the deep trenches of liquor. Hana wondered how she even managed to return to the hotel suite.
Her mobile phone once again stole her attention with a simple beep. She knew what that tone was coming from and her headache intensified at the mere thought of that damned app. Still, out of curiosity and concern for her self-preservation, she sloppily reached for the device for she wanted to stay under the covers as much as possible. The rays of sunlight slipped through the window blinds and they are not a huge help for people who drank way too much last night.
The device lit up as soon as she touched it and the bright light made her groan. She swore not to drink anymore as the pain and dizziness never subside, though she was certain that she will hit the bar once again later tonight. Hana checked the latest blast with only one eye open until the familiar nickname Gossip Girl have bestowed on her made her jolt out of bed.
Shit.
Her gaze immediately turned to other side of the hotel suite, planning to discuss (or maybe whine) about the recent post about them, but she was met with desolation. Hana was the only one left in the room. Their little game of indifference was still going on-- and she almost waved a white flag. There was that familiar pain blooming once again in her chest, but she was so grateful her hangover can distract her from the emotions she never invited in.
"Well, you tried, GG." She looked back at the vacant bed that was his for a week. "We all tried." Hana tossed away the phone on the bed as she shuffled towards the bathroom for her to prepare to head out as fast as she can like usual.
in its purest form, an act of retribution provides symmetry. the rendering payment of crimes against the innocent. but a danger on retaliation lies on the furthering cycle of violence. still, itâs a risk that must be met; and the greater offense is to allow the guilty go unpunished.
just as there are two sides to every story, there are two sides to every person. one that we reveal to the world and another we keep hidden inside. a duality governed by the balance of light and darkness, within each of us is the capacity for both good and evil. but those who are able to blur the moral dividing line hold the true power.
i close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.
A voice brought him back, startling him a little since he absolutely forgot to check if he was alone or not. Apparently, he was not alone. Her voice rang in his ears, the shaky undertone dictating him that she was not as comfortable, perhaps even scared. Nobody could blame her, all bad scenarios happen in the dark. Maybe that was why he felt at home in a small room reeking of detergent. âYes. Seems like we are stuck here, huh?â, he replied, in an unthreatening voice. He felt his way closer to her, not wanting to perturb her personal space, but looking for a way to offer comfort. He stopped nearby, leaning against the - what he assumed was â wall, breathing in. âThe pertinent service will in trouble, they messed around a lot this weekâ, he continued, trying to start a small-talk.
Her terrors over the pitch black darkness did not befell on her in one sitting. Various traumatic experiences have arose in several points in her life, leaving her in a trembling mess every time she happens to encounter the obscure. The unforeseen departure of her source of light always takes her into a state of flimsiness. An astonishing disquietude for the famed starkness of Yoo Hana.
It all began with a simple blackout. A cause of the delay of payment on electric bills in their little home. She was left behind to her own devices, a situation she has become used to whenever her mother heads out to elate the callings of the flesh. Little Hana was in a stipulation of hysteria as she wept and screamed for someone to help her from the murkiness that ate her whole.
The second time was not amiable for Hana as well. She just returned from the mortuary to confirm the cold and stiff body lying on the metal platform that it was indeed her precious mother. Her somber gait was halted at the eerie darkness of their apartment. She used to be consoled by her mother whenever the shadows arrive to torment her. This promptly created an awakening that she was now truly alone.
Three times the charm, one would say, but on its third attack, Hana have never felt so helpless in her life. Young tyrants in the making have became a permanent fixture during her time at Cheongnam High. However, during a one fine day, she was caught by surprise when they dragged and dumped her inside a dark storage room, making her authenticate the lies Gossip Girl have been spewing about her in exchange for the freedom from the cramped space they have trapped her in.
It took a long interval before she finally grew out of this fear of hers. Adapting to the darkness, this has became a part of her life, an old anecdote to humor herself from time to time. In spite of harmonizing with the blackout, she found herself once again as that terrified little girl screaming for her mother to come home.
When a gentle voice spoke back to her, Hana reeled with solace. She has been always solitary to face her fears, and knowing that the existence of another person, imaginary or not, was a grace from the heavens. "Oh, hello there," her quiet voice greeted him back, alleviating the anxiety stirring in her heart by forcing out a small chuckle. "It seems like it. Do you happen to know when the lights will return, though?" She started to fumble with her fingers, still feeling the lingering effects of her distress. Hana was entirely grateful to the other individual for making huge efforts to provide comfort. The anonymity of another soul have aided her to disclose the rare occurrence of her fragility. "I should have listened to the news report earlier. Now I have to endure this due to my foolishness."
With cold glares and serrated words, Hana managed to keep everyone away from the path she walks on. The aftermath of Gossip Girl's continuous attacks have left her fortress in shambles. Nonetheless, she has rebuilt it with impregnable walls, shunning everyone including the companions she has unconsciously held dear. In just a few more months, she will be out of this nefarious vicinity. Due to the actions she has recently committed, her father has decided to exile her out of the country as soon as she graduated. It was a punishment, yet it echoed like an angelic hymn to her ears.
He was right. And she hated him for it. The grievances that have punctured her heart with a witch's stake metamorphosed into a lighter state. The outburst from her was probably what she needed after keeping all of her misery to herself. Jiyong just happened to be at the zone of explosion and had to endure the shrapnel she have propagated everywhere. Despite her tenacity, Hana was willing to apologize from her sudden rapture, but when he chose to vulgarly taunted her on the little cabaret she performed, this has amplified her exasperation towards the young master.
She glowered at him, throwing daggers on his every step when he decided to approach the fuming volcano named Yoo Hana. "Honestly, I can't stand you," she asserted with scorn when the distance between them was reduced to an arm's length. She may have used her good hand after a short brawl with some stupid jock, but the other can still keep up with its potency. Hana earned a week's detention because of her insurgency and at this moment she wouldn't mind to double it up just to knock off his vexing simper.
Still and all, Hana has to bear in mind that she has to finish up their science project. "But for the sake of this thing we have to do, I guess I do have to withstand your incompetence," she callously sneered back at him before yanking away the white lab coat from his grip.
Perhaps if the force she executed from that act would have ended in a different way. This might even wrap their little project in a surprisingly harmonious way. Maybe a bond so innocent and pure will be created, and not a red thread that will strangle them together. However, a rewind button never existed in this universe. It was all too late.
As she forcefully grabbed the article of protective clothing from him, the feedback of her actions were too strong, concluding them to collide with the Bunsen burner she ignited mere moments ago. Everything happened in slow motion. The clatter made her swiftly turn her head towards the source and she helplessly followed its tracks as the burner smoothly rolled towards the pool of gasoline her partner neglected to wipe away.
With the contact of the two elements, a fiery red spirit woke up, enraged and fuming. Its scorching heat would make anyone dash away with terror, but Hana was firmly planted on the ground as if green vines have erupted underneath her and twisted around her legs, initiating her to be immobile.
Cheongnam High is blazing and she was the culprit.
