Storm. || Zen/Hyun Ryu

[6]: zen.

[ 3:50 pm, After School ]

After parking the motorcycle at its designated spot, I walked in front of my own home with an empty feeling stuck in stomach. I didn't want to call her inside when I knew my brother was already at home. He would've gotten the wrong idea and thought I was messing around with a girl-- which I never really thought of doing. I dialed her number and sighed, waiting for her to pick up.

When she did, I greeted her with a simple 'hey.'

I was tense the entire conversation which caused me to make a few suspicious responses, confusing and weirding her out.

I finally thanked her, and immediately hung up even though I had cut her off from her response. I took a deep breathe to calm myself down and made my way to the door, unlocking it and then entering.

I found my brother in the living room, which made me jump a bit. He was reading, as usual. I shut the door closed and bit on my lip, causing it to turn white. I heard footsteps, and I didn't know why because my brother was usually the only person home when I came  back from school.

Both my parents entered the living room from the kitchen, staring at me with eyes full of disappointment and anger. I tried to stay calm, my mind was searching for something to slow down my heart beat but I was still tense as ever.

I realized I was still in the foyer, so I moved, taking off my backpack in the process. I finally entered the living room, pressing my lips into a thin line to look neutral and calm.

My dad was sitting on the couch next to my brother, as my mom was standing up with a spatula held firmly on her hand. Her stare was the most intense between my dad and brother's.

"I was cleaning your room earlier," My mother started to say, causing me to grit my teeth. She turned around and signaled me to follow, which I did, along with my dad and brother.

We were at the dining room, and at the side was a guitar lying on the hardwood floor. I frowned, knowing what was coming. She was going to yell at me for how stupid having a passion like this was. She was going to discourage me, and completely bring my hopes down.

My mother and I formed eye contact. "This isn't something to be proud of, Hyun."

She placed her spatula on the dining table and turned around to enter the kitchen. The rest of us stayed in place, waiting for her come back-- which she eventually did. A knife was on her hand, and I was scared of what she was going to do next. I pursed my lips as she took the sharp end of the knife and gently swayed it around the guitar, leaving small scratches.

"M-Mom... No.." I choked out, my voice easily revealing how nervous I was.

She ignored me and continued. She then practically stabbed the knife into the guitar, dragging it to make deep marks. She had also cut off the strings to make sure I wasn't going to play again.

What bothered me most was that my father and brother didn't even say anything. They just watched, with a dull expression painted on their face.

When my mom was finally content, she placed the knife on the dining table next to spatula. She made her way to me, staring directly into my eyes.

"Listen to me, Hyun," She commanded strictly, her eyebrows lowered into an angry expression. "I don't care what you think. Arts is not an option. Please grow up and realize it."

She continues, "It's not too late to be like your brother. It's not too late to find potential in something else."

A lot was going on in my mind, so I didn't know what to feel at the moment. I could feel my blood rushing, and I'm a nervous wreck. I had all these emotions bottled up inside my chest and I didn't know which one to let out. I was scared, nervous, angry, and sad all at the same time.

I brought my gaze toward the floor for a moment to think. My head was spinning, and bringing up all these negative and unhappy memories. My face was reddening in anger, to the point I just exploded. I just couldn't care anymore.

"... I don't want to be like him, okay?" I confess, glancing at my brother. "I don't care whether you like what I do or not, but I chose it because I like doing it. Maybe I'll be successful, maybe not, but either way I know I'll enjoy doing it. I don't need your approval."

My brother tried to interrupt but I kept going because my temper just consumed me. "If you want a son that follows you and your rules, then I'm afraid to say that you will never find that in me."

And with that, I stormed out of the dining room and into my bedroom. I found my backpack and swung it around my shoulder along the way. I started stuffing my clothes into my backpack, even though there were school supplies and other items were already there. I wanted to get out of this house as soon as possible. I didn't want to live in a household who wouldn't support me.

After packing my items, I finally grabbed my wallet which I barely used. It had about $150 inside. I slid it inside the pocket of my backpack.

Finally, I opened my bedroom door, hearing small murmurs from the rest of my family. I took a deep breathe.

I don't care what they say about me.

I ran to the front door to exit the house, anxiety boiling in my chest. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was going to be a teenage runaway. I saw myself doing this in my dreams, and it happened.

But where was I going to go? Who was I supposed to go to? I kept to myself mostly, so I had no one to turn to for support and help.

My brother found me, which brought me out of my thoughts when I heard him yell. "Hyun..! Where are you going?!"

I pulled the door open, and made my way out without answering. I immediately closed it, too. I didn't want to answer him.

* * *

6:32 pm

Time was quickly passing by, and I was terrified. I had no where to stay.

I was at BucksStar (which was five minutes away from my house) at the moment, having a cup of tea since it was quite cold outside.

There was something on my mind that I felt like I was forgetting , but I couldn't wrap myself around it. I tried to ignore it though.

I felt my phone vibrate, seeing a few text messages.

It was [Y/N].

I smacked my palm into my forehead-- how could I forget?

I directed my eyes to the window beside me, noticing the dark and cloudy sky.

I immediately pulled my umbrella out of my backpack, a feeling of guilt stuck in my throat. So much had happened, I completely forgot about her.

Shit...!

[a/n]: ehhh i feel like this chapter could've been a lot better but whatever;;]