Chapter Four

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Khean's POV


A year ago



"So... Draco, are you really planning to change schools?" Aiden asked while fanning himself. It's summer now so it's hot. Tsk shithead, you can see how he bathes in his own sweat.


Shit. I'm not even dying yet, I feel like we're in hell because of the damn heat. Is this the Earth or we're in a microwave? "Stop calling me Draco, damn it"


"Why? You look like him, but Asian version. Pfft-"


Aiden almost fell off the monkey bar laughing. There's no truth in what that scrumbag said, we have the same hair color as Draco he says but mine is lighter that it's almost white in color. And I'm not a freakin' wizard, this idiot.


"But what about the audition? Can you make it?" Kei spawned out of nowhere.


Ah, about the audition...I'm just afraid that the news might reach dad. "Well, I don't know yet— I don't know what dad will say about it." Honestly, I don't really have a passion for dancing, but I just tag along with them for this audition since they're joining. It's boring at home because my brother isn't there.


Aiden stepped in again, "C'mon man, break a leg! Tell us what he'll say."


Kei sighed as if irritated. This is what I don't like about them, if you don't agree with what they want, they'll act as if you don't exist anymore. Life is boring as a man clinging to a knife all the time.


"Shoot, Science class is over, it's our Art class. Let's go back." I said as I got off the monkey bar to change the topic.


I felt Kei's pat on my shoulder and just walked passed me. "You just go back alone. Art is useless, why are we even studying it if we don't want to be artists?"


I just turned around and went back to class. If they don't want to, then don't, if they are scolded, I won't be there for them either.





"Kheane Atticus Geun. Is this your son, Kun Woo?"


As soon as I entered the house, I saw the very red lips of my father's mistress. Hell, the dead-flirt's aura looks like that one typical step mother you see on dramas. Well, it suits her since she's a real-wife-hater.


"Yes, indeed he is." I heard dad mention it.


"yES, inDEeD He iS" I imitated. Shameless, they even thought of flirting here.


"Wow, that hair and eyes of yours look majestic."


"I don't care." I stared at her intently when she was about to touch my hair. "Don't, I might be infected by your slandering." I said as I went upstairs.

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