Behind The Red Curtain | YiZhan ✓

8-The Self Pitying White Rose

The clock was ticking and so was his heart. It was almost like a bomb that was going to go off at the slightest nudge. The emotions of anger conveyed through lust consumed his mind while the festering rage in his heart made him unstable. He knew he was going to lose it at some point, but didn't know when.

It was fear that made his body weak and heart fragile. That's why he couldn't move. Not until the right wire had been cut and he was free from his agonizing past self.

His eyes glanced up at the time before leaning on his chair in discomfort. He hated such occasions when he was in trouble or was being suspected of something. It wasn't fear that controlled his dislike, yet it was the feelings that were brought up from his past.
Back then, every time he'd get involved with someone, ruin their life or get them hurt, he'd be the first to get questioned and he'd always smile cluelessly, as if he was the most innocent person on earth.
Now, those memories were just filling him with regret and haunting his soul like the blood-curdling insects they were.

The fight he had with Zhan last night was still as painfully rememberable as it could get, adding up to his moment of excruciating discomfort.
He had been honest with his words for the first time, showing his transparent feelings of jelousy which had been shown through anger and a displeased face. He regretted raising his voice at him like that. The look of worry in his eyes when he looked at him was embedded deep inside his heart, making it hurt like it never had.

He had never been in such an argument with Zhan before, let alone act so protective of him so openly. But knowing how intense his jelousy could get, maybe it was better to let it all out instead of festering them deep in his heart.

He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. The smell of the white roses coming from the large office table beside him was making his head spin, so he took one unconciously and pressed it against his nose. He liked how it made him feel. Like he was on a freshly cut field, covered in a fluffy quilt of white petals.

"Ah!.." he slightly winced as he felt one of its throns prick into his skin, making him bleed.
He quickly took his finger inside his mouth and started to suck on it, worried that it might stain his clear white shirt. He then stood up, making his chair screech back, followed by the sound of the big doors opening from behind.

"As beautiful as a rose can be, it can also hurt someone without realizing it. We get drawn in by its attractiveness so much, that we tend to forget just how painfull it can be to hold one." The person who said those words slowly made his way inside, later appearing before Yibo's vision. He was tall and handsome, eyes droopy yet sharp. A man of high status and a good posture. It was the director.

"Yet we also can't help but get captivated by its beauty, making us ignore all reason."

His deep gaze stripped Yibo of his own thoughts, making him feel like he had said those words out loud himself. "Wang Yibo."

After a pause made by his sitting behind his desk, he continued the sentence with the deeply captivating voice he had. "I heard that you punched my brother. And... you seem the least apologetic about it."

Yibo was already insistent on the fact that he was not going to take that punch back or even think of presenting him an apology. He wouldn't budge nor say a word, so the director sighed. Yet his lips were curled up in a pleased smile.

"As the one in charge, i should give you a punishment for the infliction of discord caused by your heart, but... i don't quite disagree with your fists."
He then leaned back and unbuttoned his jacket, later looseing his tie. "So, tell me. What did my brother do that angered you so much? You loosing your cool is pleasant to me. Altough it is quite common already, landing a punch or two is still unusual. Especially for you. You care for your image, you know of the gossiping that will occur. Yet you took the risk to punish him."