nameless flower | 강태현

1 | gloomy day.

the dark room, at 9 pm, a young man crouched in a corner, covering his ears and hiding his head in his knees, shrinking his figure to a petite size in the dark room.

the window that was near him, constantly rumbled with the sounds of thunder blasting outside of the near window. constant beams of the white lights would light up the room every ten seconds.

the boy shook each time, trembling.

he wasn't always scared of the thunderous rain

but he loved the light rain. the light rain that made a pit-pat sound in the puddles and would lightly hit the windows. the rain that wasn't harmful and couldn't do him any harm

during those light rainfalls, he would go out and wander the streets, dancing around the sidewalks, looking around the empty street. his feet would touch the water slightly, but refreshingly.

his town was quiet and lowly populated. although, he never knew many people around the town. he was a lot quieter than other people, a lot less loud and talkative. there weren't many people in the town his age, it wasn't easy for him.

after a sudden disappearance, he never really knew what to do anymore

minutes passed as the heavy rain wouldn't stop. he finally got the urge to help himself up and work at his desk, on his project.

but not the one's you may be thinking of, not a school project. an art project for himself. the boy adored art. it fascinated him that he could turn an empty piece of material into a mesmerizing piece of art.

he took a seat at his desk, moving the chair across the wood floor, and brought his easel to prop in front of him. he moved his blond hair out of his face, pulling his chair closer to the easel. he looked outside and grinned largely, as he grabbed the painting supplies from his dresser shelf

and began his masterpiece.

his paintbrush created constant swooshes of paint all over the white canvas, colors plastered all over the painting, as well as paint marks now on his face and arms from the reckless paint strokes.

after hours, he catches himself and brings himself back to reality. he looks outside of the window and hears the rain start to slowly calm down, creating his favorite aroma.

he grabs an umbrella from his desk and sets his paintbrush down. before he would dash out the door, he goes back to his canvas and writes his name and the title of the piece in the bottom left corner.

kang taehyun: gloomy day.

he smiles softly and runs out of his room, landing outside and looking around. no cars were around on the streets, one or two people would walk past him on the sidewalk.

he put his umbrella up, and continued to walk around the town, not far from his home.

he smiles as he reaches his hand out to the air, feeling the soft rain drops hit his hand. he grins, continuing to walk the rest of his way on the walk.

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he sighs, closing his front door and walking inside, taking his wet shoes off near the door entrance.

taehyun had lived alone, for now. his parents moved away for the time being, so he lived in the house all by himself, spending most of his time painting his masterpieces. his friends would come from time to time though.

he was a quiet artist, he never showed his art off, never thinking it was something to brag about. he had stacked canvases all thrown in a pile on the ground of his bed room floor.

living alone meant he mostly had a clean and empty house. he still had everything neatly organized but it was empty.. and lonely. 

taehyun laid on his bed, tired from walking the sidewalks for the past hour. though he enjoyed it, he had to admit, it was tiring.

he rubbed his eyes, checking his phone for the time: 11:00 pm.

"i need to head to sleep" he mumbled to himself, moving around for a comfortable position.

for the past few hours he wasn't able to sleep, constant tossing and turning, trying to find a way to get himself to sleep.

he sighs loudly, giving up and props himself up from the bed, rubbing his eyes and walking downstairs, grabbing himself a glass of water.

he brought the glass to the window, sitting at the chair. his finger traced the rim of the glass cup as he sighed, his eyes carried visible pain in them. he was tired but he couldn't sleep, not even after his many tries.

was that the only reason for his pain?