Living ĐɆ₳Đ Roses || SeongJoong

Chapter 2: Knock

Green.

They always loved the color.

They hated the color.

Their favorite color was a silver shade.

But oh, how they love green.

They wanted to re-paint all the walls to an emerald green, but they were too lazy and knew it would ruin the house. The house stood grandly as a two-story Victorian-era structure, exuding an old-world charm that captured the essence of a bygone era. However, the passage of time had taken its toll, leaving behind a tapestry of repairs waiting to be addressed. Scattered throughout the premises were ladders and tools left behind by the previous owners, a chaotic reminder of neglect. Yet, to them, these artifacts were inconsequential. Their daily life revolved around the master bedroom's sanctuary and the bathroom's functional confines. The advantageous price they'd secured the property for, partly due to its current state, justified his minor inconveniences.

It was a beautiful home; they knew that. That's why they got it.

Despite its shortcomings, the house was undeniably captivating. They had been drawn to its allure from the moment they saw it. Adorning the right side of the residence were two circular balconies, one on each level, adding a touch of elegance to the structure. Over the years, these balconies' once-vibrant dark blue paint had succumbed to the relentless sun, fading into a softer hue. The white trims that once accentuated the balconies had been transformed by nature's touch, now bearing a greenish tint from the encroaching moss and vegetation.

The stairs leading to the front door remained a testament to the home's original design. Despite the rust that gnawed at the metal, they stood resilient, echoing the enduring spirit of the house itself. Each imperfection told a story, adding depth and character to this beautiful, albeit weathered, Victorian home.

They envisioned transforming their home with a fresh coat of green paint adorning its walls. The idea appealed to them, yet the thought of the required effort and the risk of potentially damaging the house's charm made them hesitant to embark on the project.

The garden sprawled expansively, stretching out like an emerald carpet that seemed to merge seamlessly with the horizon. The land surrounding the house spanned several acres, providing ample space to construct three additional homes without feeling cramped.

Despite its impressive size, the garden had fallen into a state of neglect. The once neatly manicured lawn had transformed into a wild expanse where tall grasses reached towards the sky, their blades bending under their own weight. Weeds had claimed their territory, weaving their way through the neglected soil, their tenacious roots seeking sustenance amidst the decay.

Amidst this tangled wilderness, there lingered a melancholic air of faded grandeur. Even in its state of disrepair, the garden had a lingering beauty, a forlorn elegance that hinted at its former glory. It seemed to hold onto a feeble hope, a whispered promise of the vibrant rebirth that each approaching spring might bring, a promise of renewal and restoration.

Venturing into this forgotten garden was like stepping into a different world. Once clear and inviting, the path was now obscured by overgrowth, the borders of the garden blurred by untamed greenery. It was a place where time seemed to stand still, where nature had reclaimed its dominion.

Their first and only expedition into this wild garden was an adventure tinged with trepidation. As they navigated through the maze of vegetation, a close encounter with a venomous spider sent a shiver down their spine, a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked amidst the overgrowth. After that harrowing experience, they chose not to venture back into the garden, leaving it to its own devices, a silent witness to the passage of time and the changing seasons.