Desirability- Seokhoon x Rona ✔️

0: Desire is... a doomed fate

You were right.

We were never going to make it. Us being together was doomed from the start.

I should never. Ever. Ever. Ever in my life again, accept that offer.

I shall never forget how you had hurt me.

It was all okay when there was no love.

Until... we fell for each other.

The doomed fate.

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"In the floral pastures, I lay, looking to the beautiful skies. I see the fluffy clouds and the rays of sunlight that shone through it. Soft breezes blew through my silky soft hair, brushing along my flushed red cheeks. Butterflies flew around us, we were as if in fantasy land. A waterfall pours down from the end of the river. You stood along the riverside, as I look towards you from the side, and I smiled. You were the one, I love."

The little girls giggled.

"How do you like this poem, my dears?"

"Teacher, is it a poem you wrote for your love?"

"I wrote it for you guys," The teacher spoke.

"You lying," one of the little girls spoke, and the rest all giggled.

"Aww, what do my little Rona knows about love?" The teacher asked.

"I know you can only love one person in your life."

The teacher laughed.

"Do you?"

"Do you not?" Little Rona asked innocently.

Her eyes were genuine, pure. Filled with hopes of the future.

The gorgeous teacher smiled at Little Rona's replied and gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder.

"Rona-ah, sometimes, life, doesn't give you all the sweets you want."

"But I like sweets," Rona replied directly, leaving the teacher laughing gently at the stubborn little girl.

"And I want to catch the butterflies. They are so pretty."

"Aww, butterflies are part of nature. We are not supposed to catch them."

"Why can't I own them?"

"They belong to freedom." The teacher patiently explained.

"But, you can have all the sweets you want." The teacher smiled at little Rona.

She then turns to all her little ladies. "Shall I continue the poem?"

All the girls yelled, "NAE!"

The smiles and giggles were ever so peaceful in this distant orphanage far away from the city. Quiet. Remote. The perfect place, the perfectly filled with love environment.

Although abandoned at a young age, they were not unloved. The children here were brought up here at Angel Orphanage, with love, under the care of Dean Cho, a single man of his mid-50s.

He loved these children as if his own. He treasures and educates every single one of them. As long as he knows, and as long as his teachers knew, they would selflessly teach them all to these little kids.