LOVE {YEONBIN}

2 //meeting//

There’s a rumour spreading all over the country. A rumour about the Prince Yeonjun got insane because the king sent his lover away. 

And that’s true, Yeonjun did felt like losing his mind. 

He didn’t eat for days, he locked himself up inside his room, not even willing to meet his mother. Every time he show up in the kitchen for water, the maids saw him eyes red and face swollen. He’s absolutely getting insane. 

Days passes by and the king finally visit Yeonjun. He looked at his son, all messy and ruined, without any hesitation he told him the bad news. 

“Soobin’s dead son. He’s dead”

The king watched as his son broke down, falling on his knees. The pain is causing tears to stream down Yeonjun’s cheeks, although he doesn’t want to act weak in front of his father, he cannot control his tears.

“Soobin! No he’s not dead! It’s not happening! Soobin!”

“Soobin!” Yeonjun screamed and sat up. He panted heavily as his eyes is adjusting the dark.

He’s on his bed. It’s just a dream. The dream that had been harassing him since he could remember.
 

Yeonjun bring his hand up to his forehead to wipe away the thin sweat caused by the dream. The dream about his pathetic past life.

Finally he calmed himself and looked at the clock. It’s 6 in the morning. It’s just in time, Yeonjun thought to himself.

Today he’s going to moving into a new apartment near to his new school. His parents were probably still sleeping, Yeonjun packed his things in silent, don’t want to wake them up.

Carrying bags he left the house. Taking the morning bus he arrived the location of his new apartment. It’s already 8 in the morning, Yeonjun sigh when he felt his stomach hurts.

He’s hungry.

Yeonjun decided to settle down his things in the apartment and go to buy some bread from the convience store afterwards.

The building is small, there’s only three floors, Yeonjun’s flat is at 304. There’s no elevator in the building, so Yeonjun climbed up the stairs and finally reached the door.

Yeonjun looked around. There’s four flats in their floor, and only 303 is occupied except Yeonjun’s flat.

But Yeonjun’s not interested in his neighbours at all. At least at that moment he doesn’t care about it.

He took out the keys from his bag and opened the door, when Yeonjun’s about to step in, he heard door opening.

Out of curiosity, Yeonjun turned to his side.

There a young teen, at about Yeonjun’s age, walked out in a black hoodie and sweatpants, a big pack of garbage in his hands.

“S…Soobin?”

The two’s eyes meet and Yeonjun’s eyes widen in shock.