4 months later
"Haneul! Get your lazy fatass down here!"
I didn't need to open my eyes to know who it is. It's the reincarnation of Lucifer himself, my brother, Hoseok. I toss and turn around my bed, using one pillow to cover my ears to muffle the yells of my brother, who is now stomping his way in the stairs since I can hear the loud distant sounds of his footsteps.
It will only be at least a few seconds before he bursts through the door of my room and pull the covers from my "petrified" form—
"Haneul!" he bellows, the door slamming open and hitting the wall in the process. His voice seems so louder than earlier, making me bury my face deeper into the comfort of my pillows.
He begins to tug at my covers. Muttering a curse under my breath, I yell with annoyance, "Get the fuck away from me, Hoseok! I'm trying to sleep here!"
"Sleep, my foot." He scoffs, his hand on my arm and about to pull me from the bed. "You've been hibernating for the past two days!"
"Oh, Jesus, can't you let me rest?" By this time, the sleepiness has left my system because of Hoseok's constant nagging. I yank my arm away from his hold, throw away the blanket from my body and sit upright with an annoyed glare etched across my face, which is directed at him. "The past few months, I spent dragging my whole being to your office unwillingly, so can't I just have a break?"
He shakes his head at me in disapproval. "You can't stay here forever and live the princess life you always had." He rolls his eyes and I open my mouth to protest when he continues to speak. "Sooner and later, you'll have to work by my side. I can't just have all of the shares with me."
I get up from my bed, taking steps towards my brother with the deadliest glare I can ever muster. "You're just gonna use me, aren't you?" I hiss at him, who widens his eyes in complete shock. "Yeah, that's right. You only need me because if half of the company's shares gets taken, I'll be your back up plan, am I right?"
Hoseok clenches his jaw and fists. "You're taking it too far, sis," he spits out in a drawl, emphasizing the sis. "What made you think of such ridiculous things? You know, between is, the person who likes to use people, is you, Haneul. Not me. Don't stoop me down on your level."
I stand still in stunned silence. My brother...Did he just—?
"Fine, then," he growls, cutting off my thoughts. "Enjoy your princess life, draining all the tons of money I've given you. I thought you changed, Haneul." He shakes his head in disappointment. "Guess I was wrong. Good luck with your life."
With that, he leaves the room, slamming the door shut, a signal for me to pull myself back into reality.
What have I done?
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Wandering around the garden to clear my mind, I begin to slowly marinate what I have just done a few hours ago with my bicker with Hoseok. The guilt is eating me up slowly, which has been annoying me ever since our arguement cooled down.
Ever since we came back home from Paris, I've been acting grumpy and I get easily irritated, even with the smallest things.
Letting out a deep sigh of disappointment, I approach one bush filled with red roses. Leaning downwards to inhale the sweet scent of the flower, I shut my eyes and immediately his face comes into view in my mind, like a fantasy, as if I've created an addicting imagination in my subsconscious that every time I let myself fall into the abyss, I will see his handsome features and hear his baritone voice.
God, I miss him but I can't have him.
A frown instantly replaces my smile and I open my eyes to see that a butterfly has settled itself on top of a rose, its wings the color of a blue moon, complemented with the elements of a rare, indestructible diamond.
The butterfly slightly flexes its wings in an alluring manner that I can't help but reach out my finger to feel its wing in my skin but I soon withdraw, aware and knowing that it will be probably afraid.
Just like me. A coward.
Scared of loving and losing. Maybe that's why I'm so harsh and rude towards Hoseok. I refuse to let myself love freely.
Whereas others have the trouble of loving themselves, I'm selfish and I only love myself, not caring about the others. I'm oblivious of what they feel because the only thing that matters to me is what I feel.
I wish I can have the ability to feel empathy towards others...
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𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙍. | k.th ✓
Fanfic"Everything you just said, was wrong. You aren't a coward, Haneul. You're more than what you think you are. You're the strongest woman I've ever met but too bad that I don't deserve you because of my deed. But the fact that you said that my intentio...
