POV? Third. Smuts? Nah. Boring or Thrill? Don't know.
The dark clouds start to pour droplets of liquid onto the surface of the land and on top of the buildings. The cold wind lingers every place and flies everywhere.
“Most individuals will make themselves bathe under the rain... I wonder if that stupidity will stop?” a young man spoke and he is facing a round glass window while standing in front of it.
A loud tone echoes in the room and his attention immediately shifted to it. He turns around and steps toward the origin of the sound.
He halts in front of a small rectangular wooden table and grabs the phone, and takes a deep breath. He moves the phone towards his left ear and opens his lip. “Hello? This is Kang's Residence.”
“Y/N? Y/N?! IT TRULY IS YOU!!!”
He flinches as he moves his phone a bit away from his left ear. Then he moves his phone once again towards his left ear.
“That kind of attitude, no wonder, it is you Bambam-hyung,” he inhales through his nose, “what do you want?”
“You're cold towards me, welp, it's just the way you are and I'm glad that you're not happy today?” Bambam spoke through the phone.
Y/N turns around and witnesses a streak of blue bright light in the dark sky. He utters through the phone. “Happiness is only for those who don't feel sorrow. Sorrow, I felt that every second, minute or hour has to pass.”
“You're still condemning yourself, aren't you, Y/N?” Bambam asked.
Y/N narrows his eyes. “I... I... I don't want to talk about ‘that’.”
“Do you want to see your things? We are waiting anytime for your word so that we can take you away from South Korea,” Bambam asked.
“No... Daniel-hyung won't like that and neither do I... straying from the origin of my sadness would make me feel shameful,” he shifts his eyes beside him and sees a picture frame of a man with a boy hugging each other, “my brother, he died because of me.”
“Come on, Y/N! No one's blaming you for his passing away,” Bambam inhales deeply, “however, I have good news to inform you!”
Y/N looks away from the picture frame, he holds it and put it down. “You're having a concert here? Jackson-hyung has a new crush? Did you confess to Lisa-noona? So many possibilities for that ‘good news of yours.”
Bambam speaks, “No, no, and please stop teasing me about Lisa, we're just friends since we were both a kid. You will like this news of mine.”
“Don't make me wait longer, come on, tell me the good news,” Y/N rubbed his nape.
Bambam giggles. “Congratulations! You're a new student of Artist University!”
Y/N's eyes go wide, and his heart beats faster as he breathes swiftly. “N-NO! Bambam! Why did you enlist me in that awful university?!”
Bambam smiles widely. “Remember the time when we heard you mumble a song of ours? Your Jackson-hyung thought and strive his ambition for you to be a kpop idol like us!”
The phone slowly falls from his palm as he looks upward only to release a roar, and it echoes throughout the whole house.
“DAMN IT! BAMBAM!” Y/N fell to his knees.
On the highway, inside a dark minivan, Bambam presses his screen and its light fades away. He moves his phone inward into the pocket of his jacket.
“So how did it go for Y/N?” the person whose hands are maneuvering the steering wheel spoke.
Bambam looks at the driver. “Well, I think he was shocked and glad to hear the news, Jay B.”
“He has so much potential within him, however, I think he will despise the university,” Jay B moves his other hand towards his dark hair and caresses it, “those women that he trusted... all of them are studying in the same university.”
Bambam looks beside him and through the tinted window glass: his eyes witness the scenery of multiple buildings ranging from average to tall.
“Y/N... I hope he won't live in that darkness,” Bambam said.
The moon begins to shrink as the yellow orb rises and takes its throne once again.
Inside a room, a young man is sleeping on a fixed mattress covered by a white bedspread.
He begins to move away from his bed and looks directly at the glass window; there are grey curtains with a slight distance that lets the sunlight stream inward the room.
“Another day for another headache to begin,” he spoke.
Later on, he opens the main door of his mansion and then he walks out dressed in formal attire. He ambles toward the gate of his mansion and inserts his key into the keyhole.
A young woman is watering a group of flowers and her eyes shift to Y/N. Her dark eyes gaze at him while he locks the gate of his mansion.
“How're your flowers, lady?” Y/N spoke without taking a look at the young woman.
The young woman's eyes go wide and she turns her eyes toward her flowers. She gulps and speaks, “Well, they're doing okay, I guess...? By the way, Y/N where are you heading to?”
Y/N pulls his key from the keyhole, then he shifts his eyes to the young woman. He replies to her. “I'm happy that you inquired a different matter, Chaeryeong. Now, I'm heading to a well-known university.”
Her eyes widen a bit. “Woah! Do you mean the Artist University? That's a good opportunity!”
“Good opportunity for what? For my career?” Y/N smiles a bit, “being an artist wasn't my kind of career. What about you, Chaeryeong? What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Chaeryeong moves her hand to some of her hair strands and moves it toward the top of her ear. “W-Well, I like to be a singer and a dancer at the same time... my parents told me that being an artist will not give me a wealthy life.”
Y/N fixes the strap of his bag that's hanging on his shoulder. “Tell me if you'll visit your parents once again, and then I will go with you so that I can stand for you.”
Her cheeks become red in a matter of seconds, and then Y/N bow in front of her and ambles from her sight.
Afterward, Y/N is standing in front of a humongous dark gate. Y/N narrows his eyes at the university's logo. A hand settles on his shoulder causing him to turn around.
He speaks, “N-Nayeon?!”
His eyes stare at the young woman who's standing right in front of his eyes. Nayeon looks down as she plays with her fingers. “I-I was just about to ask you about—”
“You're not worth wasting my time... if you want to play or manipulate someone, hence, I am not that person.” Y/N opened his hands.
Y/N turns around once again and he walks toward the entrance of the university. Nayeon looks upward and sees him fading from her sight.
“If you only... knew,” Nayeon mumbled.
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9 Roses
FanfictionHe was alone and for all these years never felt a hint of happiness, but when he met them: he feel special. Let us gaze upon his fate on how his destiny will unfold for he will face joy and conflicts. Can his heart handle the pain or can his shoulde...
