Petrichor °||° Riwoong °||°

WHERE YOUR SHADOWS GO, MY HEART FOLLOWS

GENRE: FLUFF

CONTENT WARNINGS: NONE

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"To see you is my pain and my salvation. To follow you is my fate and so is my purgatory. Because love is a curse and blessing all at once."

- Anon

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Noises bustled around, warring over one another in a chaotic rhythm, bodies rushing from one corner to the other, providing assistance and care when needed. In the bustling practice room he stood like an out of place observer. His deep breathes and occasional hisses the only reminder of his presence.

No matter the chaos or tranquility, he could never hide himself, the human eye could never let him meld, such was his aura and beauty. The soft locks of molten gold cascaded into thin curtains over his eyes, two wilful strands dancing out of their designated place, but the unruliness only increased the charm of those soft yet feline eyes. One could never walkaway from such a sight, many called it a blessing and yet this had become his curse.

Half bent to his knees, greedily gasping the air into his burning and parched lungs, he tethered between consciousness and the void. This throat burned with drought as blackspots danced in his vision like ballerinas, shadows of the staff rushing and giving water to each blinked in and out of his eyes. And yet somehow no one saw the distraught and exhausted performer. He had barely opened his mouth, his vocal chords stuck in motion half way when the staff called all to restart their practice.

The music blared in his ears like piercing sirens, his mind loud with voices unknown as he tried to work through the beats. And like a recurring curse all fell to silence and the boy knew from the exhausted cold glares and determined footsteps of the instructor that he had fallen to the side of error again.

Humiliation, such a shameful feeling, like a raging fire it covered his sense of self, as the instructor roared at him. Half a dozen eyes each carrying a different sentiment and yet each had turned from annoyance to pity as the reprimanding continued to an unreasonable extent.

"We have been through this routine time and again. Out of the blue why are you intentionally messing it up? Don't you have the basic sense to complete this simple routine of 8 mins and let everyone rest. Is it fun to make everyone repeat the same routine? Does it entertain you to pull such a prank? Does country not have the basic etiquette or does being incompetent seem like a favour? If you can't be responsible then why even become an idol and be in spotlight? Or do you like the attention and are trying to seek it......tch such an attention seeking incompetent fool. If you make another mistake you won't be having dinner tonight."

A serenade of gasps could be heard from the surrounding crowd while the head hung low, with tears flowing in rivulets of molten silver. The others couldn't even speak out before they were forced to stand in their designated positions. The sounds were louder than ever in his head. Vile and piercing as they spewed poison in his thoughts. A shroud of blankness covered his eyes as he swayed on his feeble feet. The call of unconsciousness too luscious to reject. A stab went through his heart as he surrendered to exhaustion.

"Why when it comes to me no one notices, while I always stand for the rest. If not for anyone else then why does he not see, when it's me who suffers? Am I too bad to be concerned about? I don't deserve his love but don't I at least deserve a little bit of concern?"

His eyes close, as the thoughts echoes repetitively in his mind like the wails of a haunted ghost, he let's himself fall as his body can hold no more. To tired. To tired by everything.