Chronicle of the Wingless Fairy | taegyu

Chapter 28: The Mystery

He did what he was told. Beomgyu went to Taehyun's basement, even though he didn't understand the reason for him to.

For a decade, he was trapped down against his will... He can't exactly say that this as the same, but somehow, it is. "What's going on?"

Suddenly, the image of himself just months ago, flashed in his head. His body had been injured, stains of blood on his body, and he looked tired. Really tired. He saw how his eyes were depleted and dry, like all the water had drained out of his body.

He always pleaded for safety and peace, and his eyes always looked out of life.

His eyes constantly stayed looking at the end of the tunnel he thought he was in. He used to always wipe his tears and bend down, kneeling on the cold hard floor. "Please, spear me... Just this once."

"I want to sleep."

Remembering those exact words, Beomgyu freezes—with the blood and scars that labeled him, gleaming scarily right before his eyes and cold shivers ratified through him.

His heart hurt. How could they keep doing that? No matter how much he tries now, to just forget about everything that happened, it was too hard. It's hard when the suffering he can remember formed him into what he is now.

As he grew, Beomgyu never got to see his father again. What he knows is that he was a liar, and then he was bedridden. Then Beomgyu was imprisoned.

Everything happened so quickly.

And now that his father finally entered his parade of thoughts, he worried.

Yes, he and his father had never bonded truly, but it will be hard to accept the fact that any time soon, he might pass. His father will cease to exist without hearing his voice again, even just a grunt from him to be his closure.

If it happens, it won't be too surprising for him and everyone to hear that he had died. Even to just think about it was hard to feel.

Growing up, he always believed that he didn't deserve to even be around others. That the air they breathe shouldn't be the same as his. That if they breathe fresh green air, he shall breathe the dirt upon the floor.

Beomgyu never had the chance to talk to his father and have a conversation about things they find interesting, so he can't really blame himself once the news of his death comes up.

Family.

Millions of different emotions swarmed his body and tears threatened to gush down his face. But he didn't let that happen. His father lied to everyone, and he didn't like how the King lied to him too. His father always told him that the kingdom is his passion, yet he's lying to them.

Well, that was until he fell sick. His duties as the King were halted and the Queen took over. The roles of the King to protect the kingdom, increase the wealth and trade, as well as to take care of the residents inside the kingdom—Queen Yoora dominated.

For years, he was never able to go and talk to his bedridden father and ask him about everything. Because he hated his father. They hated each other. His father lied to everyone, even breaking the trust his own son has given.

And because Beomgyu was trapped in the clenches of his mother's power.

He clicks his tongue and twitched his head lightly. If Beomgyu ignores the growing worry inside of him, he'll stop himself from even staying hidden inside the basement behind Taehyun's closet. If he ignored the desire to see his father just one more time before he transpires into ash, he would, but he can't.

Because he thinks that he can only do so he's given the chance to deal with him and finally close the page left open.

Even if he was told that the king hated him and have always been ashamed of him, he can't help but want to go see how the old man's been holding up. Beomgyu wants to close this chapter of his life and cut them off—But he completely can't as they are here living on the same island, breathing the same air, and looking at the same skies.