•Divine Eunoia• ㅡ<Huang Renjun>ㅡ

31

"Bad days are being repeated. I feel miserable"

The vivid sunlight seeped through the large windows, it's shine thoroughly gleamed on the passing students in the wide, bustling hallway.

And there stood a quiet Herin beside the lockers. Quiet was never a word to describe Herin yet, the recurring thoughts of her current situation brought her to this point. She felt as if she was surrounded by stress over and over again.

Contemplation of loosing the daily, bright smile had been circling her mind all night after the short argument with her brother. It had been a while since they ever fought, especially about something serious.

Her morning was quite bland as Taewon was ignoring her the whole time.

She glanced around, trying to blink away the puffiness from her eyes while watching Saewoo make her way towards her. Herin noticed her tired walk and exhausted face that looked like it lacked sleep. Not wanting it to be about herself, she gave her a tight smile when she reached, "Hey woo, Good morning."

"Yeah Yeah, you too Rin." Saewoo opened her locker, yawning mid way while extending out chemistry textbooks.

Herin tilted her head, "What's wrong? Didn't sleep well?"

Saewoo sighed, giving a weak nod in response. "Everything feels so frustrating Rin, I'm really tired." Herin gulped, her heart clenching from hearing her. "O-Oh..."

Herin placed a hand on her shoulder, "Well...It's okay, Don't worry-" "How can I not Rin? Remember the part time job I told you about? It's litterly so draining, you won't get it."

Herin's gaze fell on the floor as Saewoo complained about the obstacles in her life. Running a hand down her back, Herin nodded with each word she said, coveting to be the source of comfort for her best friend.

She listened to everything Saewoo had to say, patiently while pushing away her own need to be comforted.

--

Early morning, 2:36 am

"Great, we have another piece of fail tech." The clear sarcasm leaked from her words as she sent a look to her supposed 'boss', who was busy with his own thoughts, sipping down his morning coffee.

"Just...Put them back and go, Your school's starting." Taewon placed his cup on the concreted table. His low frown and absence of proper sentences caused Saewoo to stir up in emotions while watching him barely pay attention to his broken supplies.

She moved in her chair, uneasy of the energy created. Her eyes focused on him as he blankly stared at nothing. After a little hesitation, Saewoo brought the courage and calmed her racing heart, going in to ask with a quiet and tender tone, "What's wrong?"

Taewon turned a sharp gaze towards her before softening it down. "Nothing."

Saewoo felt a thrown sting in her heart when he answered blandly with closed off emotions. She kept quiet for a moment, wanting him to continue further and trust her as much as she wanted to trust him. Yet, when she saw him get up to leave the large, vivid living room of his headquarters, she sighed.

she was once again left alone with his unreadable thoughts.

--

"Well, Well, Well...Look who finally came to visit his beloved Uncle."

"Oh Shut it old man, what do you want" Chenle placed his hand on the gun holster that hung below his shirt, staring at the dark figure of the elderly man.

"Come on boy, I just wanted to have a talk together-"

"Spit it out so I can leave already."

The man chuckled sensing Chenle's distanced actions. Grabbing the wine glass that was right infront of him on the sepia wooden table of his. Elongated log's of couches were siting around his office and yet, the younger boy didn't bother settling in comfortably. Golden chandeliers shone down, complimenting the dark colors of every furniture in sight.

Chenle was disgusted to be here.

"I hope you're aware that your dad took some of my stuff right?"

"Yeah, and?" The older man gulped down the sweet rice wine as Chenle replied with rolled eyes, giving almost no care to his dad's businesses.

"And? And I hope you also know there will be consequences, Chenle." He smirked, eyeing his so called nephew.

"Yeah sure. kill him, torture him. I don't care." His response was lethal and careless, which was expected. Though, the man laughed. Thick tobacco in one hand while waving off chenle.

"Oh chenle, boy...Your dad won't pay the price of his greed." His words raised a brow on chenle, glare sitting calmly while holding in his real thoughts.

The two men met their eyes, one holding a livid gaze while the older had a smug look plastered on.

"You will."

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