April | Viral Hit / How To Fight (Baek Seongjun)

April

*I found this draft when I was scrolling through my notes and I decided to complete it.

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𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭,
𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨,
𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴,
𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.

𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭,
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳,
𝘚𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮,
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘬𝘺,
𝘔𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥; 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯.

Who would want to hate those beautiful days?

But,

Baek SeongJun hated Spring.

To be precise, he abominated April.

Every year of that month, SeongJun would suffer the most miserable condition he would have.

Nightmares.

Remorseful, regretful, his parents' pale faces and those loyal comrades' last words, spurting out with their last breath. Dying in his arms.

He cried.

He could only beg them to not leave him alone in his arms.

What could he do more?

Revenge.

Anger, tears of fury and frustration.

His pretty eyes, that were blessed with ocean-colored, was blinded by hatred.

Deep down, endless darkness.

When his head was cleared from the adrenaline boost.

Staring down at both of his hands, which were painted with the fresh blood of his enemies.

They were warm and thick in his palms.

Suddenly, his sense of smell returned. The air was filled with the strong scent of metal.

Even the tears from the sky couldn't ease the horrible scene away.

He knelt on the ground, with a katana that was filled with red stabbing through the soil steadily.

He once again, sobbing.

April,

SeongJun disliked the month.

It was the month,

The month where he had to bring those flowers to the ones he loved.