Dandelions | Yeongyu

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It was a red tricycle he road, there were rows of flowers all around the path he took.

Innocent pure youthful laughters escaped from the child's lips.

  His mother pushed the back of the red tricycle everyday at the exact same time, down the path of their porch. He would pick the flowers along the way. Then his dad would appear to scoop him in his arms as he flung the giggling toddler into the air.

He spent extra time on his appearance that morning, it was useless though because right as he walked out, harsh wind scattered his hair and stained his cheeks a flush rose color. He tugged his coat around his frame while trailing on his path.
He reached for the class room handle, a worried smile turning genuine when the door pushed open revealing a boy with dark black hair sitting in the usual spot.
Their eyes met in that moment. A glimpse of Hope shimmered through his irises.

"Mmh~" He whined through the stinging sharp pain in his leg while sitting up on his elbows. The mattress under him was too firm for comfort. While his brows furrowed, his eyes flickered open, there he was met with the same eyes from his dreams. Much like the dream, there was no words exchanged between the two.

Beomgyus eyes wondered down from the man's eyes to his palm that was reached out towards him. A lump appeared in his throat from this gesture.

Shakily, he reached his own hand out and cuffed it over the others. He felt a gift of some sort being placed in his own palm, from there he retracted his hand and what he saw made the lump worsen.

"What is it?" Beomgyus voice trembled as he asked.

The weight on the bed disappeared as the man rose from it, pushing his hair back in the process. "Pain killers, for your leg."

Beomgyus dry lips parted while his eyes studied the small capsules pills that laid flat in his palm. His mom owns every pain killer in existence, he was sure of that, this was no pain killer.

"What? Why are you making that face?" The deep voice from over him asked.

Each second that passed, his lips became dryer, he almost ran his tongue over them, but for some reason, even that was frozen.

"Tsk~Fine, if you don't want them, then give it back."

There was a tug on Beomgyus wrist, yet, he clenched onto the pills in his hold, not letting the man have them.

"I said give them back, you're so ungrateful! I went out of my way to get those for you, stayed out all night to help..And this is how you act..?"

The boy continued on, rambling useless words and occasionally shouting degrading lies. Beomgyu knew it to be lies, Beomgyu knew his eyes held pure lies.

His long bangs fell in front of his eyes, his expression was hidden by hair and both of his fragile wrist were held tightly in the air, grasped by the strong hold of the other. He didn't care anymore, it didn't hurt.

Even though the boy was still speaking, Beomgyu heard nothing but the sound of water filling his ears, he saw nothing but his thin strands of hair, and as for feelings, there was nothing left.

"Just take the damn pills already." There was a sigh and a release of presser off his wrist.

With no drink needed, Beomgyu raised his hand to his lips, from there he placed the pills into his mouth. While doing so, he locked their eyes, a sinister, unsettling smile worn on his lips the entire time. It burned going down his throat, it was too dry, he was sure it would cause him to choke, but deep down, perhaps that was his plan.