⚠️Tw: self harm mentioned⚠️
They both looked at each other, he was frozen up by the view he had. An elegant girl, inside the lake, in a white dress, she looked... gorgeous and... free.
She is the thing that called me..?
He looks so... soft... who's that guy?
They couldn't leave each other eyes, she was gorgeous and he was lost, he imediatly loved her, so as she did.
Both of their hearts were going completely crazy, they were falling for each other harder as the time passes while they'd be staring at their opposite.
My breath
is going
cra
zy
"HYUNJIN!"
He heard a shout and turns his head towards the sound, Minho shouting from the opposite of him. All of his friends gathering around him.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING"
Felix shouts.
"I was just distracted by someo-"
He replied turning his head back to the direction of the lake, but it was empty, no woman standing in the water, not even the marks on the water showing she ran away.
"SO?"
"Nothing, I was lost"
"You look like you saw a ghost haha"
Han states.
"Haha I think I did... I saw a woman there... in the lake"
"The bohemian?"
Chan suggested.
"Impossible, her house is like 3 miles away, why would she go that far by herself"
Seugmin retorded with a tilt playing on his eyesbrows.
"She is a bohemian after all? She goes where the wind takes her."
Hyunjin calmly said, defending her cause like she was some kind of close relative. They all look at him.
"Chill I didn't even knew there was a bohemian girl in the woods out there..."
"You're well the only one, she was at our school before, but she ran out of her parents' house before they passed away in the worst weird ass accident.."
Changbin explains looking at him with true mocking eyes.
"She then started to live with her grandmother without any electric devices or internet connection, the only activities she does is walking around in the forest, even if it's raining, storming, winding, anything. Or sometimes she takes a cd reader, and she plays old cottage songs like Lana del Rey or things like that"
"How do you know all of that?"
"I like undercovered stories around the town, but I'll say it again, you're the only one not knowing that there was a girl hopping around here."
"Maybe because I don't go out that much.."
A loud silence cuts his words, but Felix couldn't bear it.
"Should we go back ? It's getting pretty late now..."
The band agrees and they all got back to the neighbourhood then to their respective houses.
He walks in, his mom still on the couch.
"Hyunjin honeyyyy.... ugh oh my god... my head is so painful... can you make me a ibofrup... uhh whatever that is... it's on the kitchen's table... pretty please..?"
He watches with cold eyes the scene of his mom completly high in drugs. He hated seeing her doing not a single effort about her addiction.
"I won't make you anything if you don't get your ass up and at list try not to get high."
He spat while going upstairs to his room as she shouts at him how a bad son he is to her and blah blah blah...
Why am I born in this family for real...
He layed down on his bed, grab the rasor blade on the side of his bed as he uncover his scratched arm.
Why would you do that to yourself?
A female voice?
You're too young and too beautiful to do that...
I'm 17 after all...
He drops the blade aside him and cover his arm again, burried in his thought.
Those eyes...
His hand reaches his heart, griping the material of his hoodie to squeeze it.
She was so healing to look at...
He gets up and settle down his easel, canvas and paint he took from his closet. His mom knew he paint but she hated the fact that the canvas was taking space, so he always give his work of art as gifts. He then started to paint, he didn't eat or sleep much that night, like every night, but he painted, he painted her, he painted her surprised soft look, the white of her dress, the naked back of hers, the long hair trailing along her shoulders as the water interfilled her brown silky hair. He couldn't stop thinking of how his heart pounded away when their eyes met.
As the painting went, his heart went the same way it went when he felt her eyes locking on his, the image of the gorgeousness of that lady, planted in the water, like a goddess of nature.
...
He fell asleep on his bed he used as a chair facing the canva, the paint pallet on the side of his bed.
Her eyes...
Sleep well pretty boy...
YOU ARE READING
~My muse~
Hayran KurguA bohemian lives in the forest, and he didn't know, he was lowkey the only one that didn't know that. Hyunjin is a bored teenager close to his study years but he was ignorin what to do with his life, and he was depressed by it. Not finding any issue...
