The Boy With The Sad Eyes

12.

"Y/n darling! Oh you look so beautiful in your little sunflower dress." Her mother spoke. Y/n looked up at her mother with a big smile, her cheeks slightly tinted. "Look mama! I'm blending in!" Y/n shouted crouching down in the sunflower field. Y/n's mother smiled sweetly and took a picture with her camera.

"Let's go, Y/n."

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"That's the only memory I have of my mo- S/n. She looked so different and sweet back then. Now it's just a bittersweet memory of her betrayal." Y/n spoke sitting on a staircase. Sing looked at the ground. He stood against a wall with his arms crossed. About a week had passed since they'd planned out half of their future. Today, Y/n was going to plead loyalty to Seven and the Vietnamese.

"Now I understand why she wore make up all the time." Y/n laughed. Y/n stood up and looked at Sing. "Y/n there's something else you should probably know." Sing spoke looking at the girl. Y/n tiled her head to the side. "The thing with the Vietnamese is they are organized into family trees. Most of the people in the Vietnamese are just corrupted families." Sing explained. "Seems about right." Y/n snorted. Sing couldn't help but laugh at her remark.

"Anyways staying on track. Your family tree is the one that has had the darkest history. Each person in a family tree has a number. That's why Seven is called Seven, Eight is S/n, Nine is C/n, and you are Ten." Sing continued to explain watching Y/n become confused. "Wait does that mean, one, two, three, four, five, and six are all dead?" Y/n questioned as her hands shook.

Sing nodded. "I told you. Your family tree has had the darkest history. Most of them were taken out by the next family member in a battle for power. All of them except six. Six was Seven's wife. As you know she killed herself as the result of Seven's affair with Eight. However six wasn't in the family tree until Seven came along. Six was weaker than him that's why her number was Six." Y/n looked at the floor.

"Is something wrong?" Sing asked. Y/n looked up at Sing. "It's nothing. I'm just puzzled about Seven's wife. I mean she had to know that loyalty is non-existent if we're talking about our family tree." Y/n muttered getting lost in thought. "Stay focused!" Sing yelled bonking Y/n on the head. "Ow-! Okay I'm sorry I'm sorry." Y/n squealed holding the spot that had taken a hit.

"Each number represents how strong you have to be. So yes, before you ask, Nine is stronger than both of your parents." Sing dismissed with a sigh watching as Y/n got ready to open her mouth. Y/n slightly laughed. Sing stared at Y/n. "You're going to have to work harder than hard. You're one of the last of your kind." "Why do you have to make it sound like I'm a rare species?" Y/n whined sitting back on the staircase. Sing laughed.

"I mean you kind of are." He joked. "Leave me alone." The girl whined covering her face with her hands. "Are you done?" Yut Lung asked with his arms crossed as he entered the old coffee shop. "Yue!" Y/n shouted standing up quickly and running over to the boy. She embraced him in a hug, nearly knocking him over. Yut Lung didn't give in to her however. He simply pushed her to the side and dusted off his clothes. "AwwwwAHHHHH YOU'RE SO MEAN!" Y/n yelled going back to sulking on the staircase.

"Wowww~ you made her cry, are you okay Y/n~?" Sing taunted walking over to Y/n and crouching down next to her. Sing put a hand on her back. He knew what he was doing. Yut Lung flipped his hair and walked over to Y/n dramatically holding his dress with his right hand. He turned around gracefully and sat on the staircase next to Y/n. Yut Lung wrapped an arm around her pushing her closer to him. The long haired boy then glared at Sing.

Sing quickly put a hand to his mouth turning the opposite direction of the other two.

I don't know why, but his glare makes me laugh so hard, now is not the time to be laughing- but I can't help it-! Him pissed off and jealous is the most hilarious thing ever-!