The Boy With The Sad Eyes

03.

"Shit! I forgot I was supposed to call!" Y/n shouted as she frantically pulled up her pants and threw on a random shirt. It was Monday and Y/n had told Yut Lung she'd call once his tuxedo or dress was ready. Except she waited all week instead of calling him. "Come on S/n! I don't have enough time! You can do your clown make-up later let's go!" "I AM NOT A CLOWN!" S/n shouted from the bathroom. "Tch." Y/n scoffed running out the door in a hurry.

Damn it! How could I forget to call? I haven't had an order in such a long time but still- Yut Lung's going to kill me.

Y/n's face filled with dread as she thought about the scolding she'd get from Yut Lung. As she approached the black limo her sister came running out with her heavy make up as usual. "Okay I'm done." S/n said catching her breath. "Is that S/n?!" Someone shouted pointing at her. S/n turned to the man and gave him a sweet smile. "I've always wanted to meet you." The man smiled his face just a bit flushed. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you." S/n replied with a small laugh, which left the man staring in awe. Running in place, Y/n yelled, "We don't have time for this S/n we have to go now!" Y/n hurriedly ran to the trunk and put her manikin inside. Closing the trunk, she ran back to the front seat and sat down.

Watching as S/n kept talking to her fanboys, Y/n grumbled and turned to the chauffeur. "Let's go we don't need her anyways." "Are you sure?" The chauffeur asked. "Yeah, she's only here for company either way." Y/n replied facing the front of the car. The chauffeur nodded and they headed off toward Yut Lung's mansion.

"Your sister is one fine lady." The chauffeur smiled. "Are you talking about the clown we left back there?" Y/n smirked as she questioned the man sarcastically. The chauffeur laughed at her joke. S/n's nickname had become clown from Y/n. It wasn't because she put on loads and loads of makeup, but because S/n was very sloppy.

She has nothing in her life figured out. To put it in basic terms, S/n lives off of what Y/n makes. Y/n is the mastermind and S/n is the carrier.

"Do you guys live alone?" The chauffeur asked a bit more serious now. "Yeah. It's just me and her, but sometimes my cousin comes over to visit us. Though that's pretty much it." Y/n replied looking out the window. "Y/n, was it?" The chauffeur started. "Mhm." Y/n mumbled. "Do you have any family besides your sister?" The man questioned.

"A mother and a father of course. Though I haven't seen them since I was 4." Y/n explained. "I see." The chauffeur muttered.

"Why are you asking anyways?" Y/n questioned turning to the chauffeur. "I saw Yut Lung grow up. You seem as quiet as he is. Though I was just a teenager when he was a kid, I thought you might have similar backgrounds."

Y/n looked at her hands grasping the seat in between her legs and asked, "Hey, what's Yut Lung's family like?" The chauffeur turned to the girl surprised at her question. A sincere smile settled on his face as he began talking, "Yut Lung is part of the Lee Clan. His father, deceased, his mother also deceased, except she was murdered by his own brothers. Yut Lung grew up in a very violent environment. He was always alone only having himself most of the time."

"Sorry for asking." Y/n muttered turning to her window. "It's no big deal besides....." The sound of the man talking next to her became inaudible to Y/n as she thought about what he'd said. His eyes and his attitude made more sense.

Sorrow and loneliness. This makes me wonder how long he's been drowning in all that loneliness. His eyes seem sad and still so full of dull emotions. If he has no one, not even his own family, then how does he carry on?

The chauffeur realized Y/n wasn't listening and sighed. "Y/n." He said getting her attention. "Just a tip of advice. Don't ask him about his past. If he wants to he'll tell you. But asking him pisses him off and he lashes out." The chauffeur warned. Y/n nodded as the car stopped once arriving at Yut Lung's mansion. "Damn, I really hope he's not mad." Y/n muttered as she and the chauffeur rung the doorbell. "Yes?" The voice of an old woman asked. "It's me." The chauffeur told her. Recognizing the voice, the old woman let them in.