(yeonjun's pov)
As I walk alongside Taehyun, my mind buzzes with a mixture of excitement, anticipation, and love. "Your mom called me... she said i should tell you to come back this weekend" taehyun says hesitantly.
A heaviness settles in my chest as I contemplate the thought of living with mom again. It's not that I don't love her, but our relationship hasn't been the same since dad died.
As we continue walking down the quiet hallway, I feel Taehyun's understanding gaze on me. He knows the complexities of my situation.
"Tomorrow is saturday... I think you should have dinner with her" he says. I know he's trying his best to give me hope but my mom is a hopeless case. She's stubborn. I have to go back no matter what. In that house.
"Yeah... i think i can no longer avoid her" I respond, my voice filled with a mixture of determination and uncertainty. "I'll go tomorrow... let's see what happens"
As the remaining two periods pass by in a blur of unease, I find solace in small moments shared with Beomgyu. After each class, we steal moments to chat, exchanging smiles and laughter that momentarily ease the weight on my shoulders. However, the anticipation of the looming dinner with my mom still lingers in the back of my mind.
As the final bell rings, signaling the end of the school day, I gather my belongings and make my way outside. The familiar sight of Beomgyu's car catches my attention, and I see him sitting inside. With a wave and a smile, I bid him goodbye.
Turning my gaze toward my motorbike parked nearby. Let's go shawty.
For now, as I ride into the sunset, I embrace the freedom and the strength that lies within me, maybe I'm riding this for the last time. Why tomorrow? Let's get over it at once. The engine of my bike purrs beneath me as I navigate through the familiar streets, each passing moment fueling my resolve. The wind whips against my face, carrying away any lingering doubts or hesitations.
As I arrive at the front of the house I spent the three most significant and painfull years of my life, my heart aches. I gaze up at the familiar facade, the memories flooding back with an intensity that catches me off guard. This palace is a graveyard for me. Where the real me is buried.
The guard stationed at the entrance recognizes me immediately, a mix of surprise and reverence crossing his face.
"Omy, Yeonjun sir," he exclaims, his voice filled with a mixture of respect and familiarity. He opens the door, leading me into the familiar halls of the house. This is a place where I once ruled, where my presence commanded attention and respect.
With each step I take, the memories flood back, a whirlwind of emotions and regrets. Every corner of this house holds a piece of my past, a reminder of the person I used to be.
Finally, I reach the spacious dinner hall, where my mother sits, her eyes fixed on the television screen. The sun casts a warm glow through the windows as it begins its descent, creating a poignant atmosphere. As she catches sight of me, surprise flashes across her face, momentarily interrupting the indifference that usually masks her features.
"Yeonjun," she says, her voice filled with a mixture of astonishment and uncertainty. "You're here, finally" I meet her gaze, searching for traces of the mother I once knew, the woman who once held my heart. Her voice carries a hint of relief, yet the uncertainty lingers in her eyes, mirroring my own apprehension.
There's a brief pause, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between us. The television hums softly in the background, a reminder of the distractions that have kept us apart for far too long.
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