"If you turn into a fairy, you'll die, Beomgyu."
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Fate always has a soft spot for star crossed lovers. Though, when the stars dim out and darkness flickers now and then, that soft spot eventually turns suffocating for fate itself. But why do peopl...
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Beomgyu turned sixteen that summer.
It was a fine morning of February, 2022; sunny and clear, cool and warm to bones. Yet there he was, practically rotting inside the house- with his eyes scrutinised and patience kept at the bay.
His long raven hair tied behind and some strands falling messily over his creased forehead. The boy drew himself into the kitchen once again to flip off the omelet sizzling on the pan. His father was rampaging in the dining room; hands busily tucking his tie under the coat and gaze fixed on the phone put horizontally on the table.
"Beomgyu, how much time does it take to make a single breakfast?"
The boy looked up at the source of his father's annoyed voice, but didn't say anything. He put a piece of bread inside his mouth and continued cooking.
"What a son I have raised! Always late! Was I ever late to feed you?" Jaehyun was muttering while typing on his phone busily. "Can't do a single thing right?"
Yeah, can't. Not for you, at least.
Under his father's hot look, Beomgyu exited the kitchen and put down the plate nonchalantly, as if those words hadn't even reached his ears. But oh, deep inside, that hurt, no matter how many times they have made his ears bleed. Beomgyu then walked toward his room, ignoring his father's angry remarks.
"Hey! Where's your plate, silly boy? Won't you have breakfast?"
"I already had it." Beomgyu threw the notebooks into his school bag while chewing the bread from earlier. He went from one corner to another, bringing out and snatching the things he needed. Though he had school everyday, still he would always need to pack everything again and again. Why? Because he was Choi Beomgyu.
He heard the door closing. Tumbling backward, Beomgyu peeked outside the room to see it was hanging ajar, meaning his father had already left. An uncomfortable sigh escaped his lips as the boy bounced back into his room, mind drifting off to several thoughts at once.
