I Miss You [ EXO: TaoHun ] (boyxboy)

C h a p t e r 1

The biting cold chilled his fingers into clumsy numbness, cold seeped into his toes and spread painfully throughout his feet as if it were his bare feet on the pristine icy whiteness rather than his summertime sneakers.

His lips turned a more blueish hue and his teeth chattered like a pneumatic drill. He began to loose his sense of time, had he been out there for minutes or hours? The frigid wind poked him like icy fingers and wrapped around him like a shawl woven from the snow itself.

It also seemed that whatever residual heat he had absorbed in the manor was gone, it had been his buffer, but unwittingly he had squandered it believing his thick winter jacket and shoes equal to the task of preserving his body heat.

He didn't like this. Not one bit. This was suppose to be a new and exciting experience, a way to get out of the house he was forever bound to because of the unsurity and protectiveness of his parents. He wanted to venture forth, break the fourth walls and rules of the life he was given.

But here he was, in the cold winter snow, not knowing what to do or feel. He wanted to go back inside to the place he was trying to avoid but it seemed that no matter where he went, he was always drawn back to its multiple buildings and sugar stained windows that held wealth within. He was always drawn back to home.

Sighing, a frosty build of carbon dioxide floated out infront of him, only to rise up into the rotten atmosphere of our planet. It was pretty, the snow that is.

It was like the street had been put to bed, hushed under nature's frigid eider-down. How odd it was to look on that view, so familiar and yet so different. There were the same houses with their peaked shingle roofs and the black street-lights that would ordinarily be off already. Whether it was the stoney cloud or the white caps over the sensors, either way, they were still sending out their feeble yellow glow.

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A gust of wind swept harshly across my face, causing it to turn number but in a good way. I liked this numb feeling. Even though it was getting colder, it was as if I was getting warmer.

It felt strange but comfortable to feel. I don't know why but it seemed like a metaphor for me to evaluate and apply to myself.

The colder it gets, the warmer I feel.

It was too easy to figure out. It was nonetheless my harsh and pitiless heart. 'The colder it gets the warmer I feel' certainly hits the right category and definition.

If I'm being honest, I like how I am. And I can assure you, I certainly am not changing for anyone any time soon.

At first, I thought I was only hearing things but I then realized that time must of caught on. The people inside of the manor must be going ballistic at the missing of my presence.

"Sir Oh!? Is that you?" I heard the concern in his voice and instantly knew who was calling me.

"Yes, Minseok. It is I." I turnt myself round towards the manor's entrance to see my butler, Minseok run clumsily out towards me.

Ever since I can remember, Minseok has been looking after me. At first, he was there to only watch over me when my parents weren't around but as the years went, I grew older and was not in need of someone to have a personal eye on me in that type of situation.

Although, Minseok was the only person I could actually trust. Not become friends with, trust. He was also the only person who worked in my house who I urged to talk to me informally and call by their actual name which was Xiumin.

"What have I told you about calling me 'Sir'?" He halted infront of me and bowed a full 90 degrees. I could tell he was out of breath due to his constant panting.