𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚊 & 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚞𝚖 (𝚋𝚡𝚋)

00: New House.

I just want to say, this story contains:-

* Grammatical errors

* Amateur mistakes

* violence & gore

* some bxb actions

This story is written, created and edited by I, ME, MYSELF.

Don't curse or hate me just because I wrote this story and some unbelievable characters with assholish behaviours. If you want, you can shower the buttholes or beaches in this story with hate or curses.

I'm a lazy human, so if you don't see me after a month, just think that I'll be practising for my new drama role- a corpse. Nah, I'll be in my room, hibernating.

So, enjoy the story until it lasts.

"You know you don't have to do this"
Elrid's voice was full of exasperation, watching how his mother, a chubby woman with a height of 4'8, was dragging a box weighing several pounds, full of books, to the hall of their newly bought house.

"Of course, I know.... But how can I send my second baby to an unknown place just by himself??". Putting the weighing book at the centre of the hall, she looks around; her blue eyes narrowing as she assesses her surroundings. While Elrid just stood there, watching his mother zone out like she wasn't talking to him just a second ago. He's accustomed to her quirks though, like how she can just zone out in a middle of conversation like she wasn't even talking to them or how she randomly yells while showering; just to shout about the random ideas she got; like killing the main character just to watch the readers cry, or how she's planning to mutilate the villain at the end of her story in most gruesome ways. She says showering makes her imagination bloom. Weird. But that's Sylvia for you. Weirdness wrapped in chaos..

"I'm an adult, you know?". He said, plopping on the multicoloured sofa- his mom's selection- which earned a scoff from his mom, along with an audible 'barely', hinting at his official eighteenth birthday party they celebrated just two months ago.

"I think my books will look cooler on that side, what do you think?". Sylvia questions, her hips cocked to one side, as she eyes the large, cream-colored plain wall opposite the huge windows of their living room. When she doesn't hear any reply from her son, she turns towards him, watching how her son sits perched on the arm of the couch, unconsciously rubbing the blue colored gemstone on his ring.
Elrid Foster reminded her of her husband. Not only that abnormally big eyes with ebony pupils, thin pink lips and a cute button nose, but also that cute Korean boy look, which he inherited from his half Korean, half American dad, much to her dismay. How can her son look like her husband, when she is the one who carried him for nine months and seven days and 12 hours? Yes, she indeed counted the hours and even minutes. His hair was also like Jaemin's, well, not the colour. But it was wild and untamed, just like his father's, always covering his forehead and eyes. Sylvia doesn't even know how they see their surroundings through that permanent curtain.

"It's good... ". Elrid mumbled, his white bangs bobbing as he nodded his head. His gaze fixated outside the window.

"You should move your things to your room, your classes start Monday. Jae and Ez will reach here tomorrow, and you know how she is. So come on. Get up ...." When she notices that her son wasn't even moving from where he sat, she just grabs one of her pens. Aiming at Elrid's head.

It smacked him square on his forehead. Her son shot a glare, making her give a nonchalant shrug.

"Oops, thought your ghost buddies would've caught it....". She laughs, clearly enjoying her son's groan while she struts to her new room with her books.