dreamworks｡: wanna one

✿ hwang minhyun

Yin Yang
requested by: eileviu

"Miss Y/n, go outside! Now!"

Slowly you stood up from your seat and made your way towards the door. You felt that your subject teacher was following your every movement with a fiery gaze while your classmates had all their lips sealed, afraid of being called out just like you. However, you already knew what they were thinking in the back of their minds,

"Y/n did it again. I'm no longer surprised,"

You were the class' most talkative student afterall and being called out and having to stand outside was routinary for you. Every teacher wants to avoid you and whenever they see your name on the Students List, they look for another class. Those who were unfortunate has to go through hell dealing with you. As you prepare to kneel outside the classroom and raise both of your arms, a boy passed by you and held the doorknob. Before he was gone, the two of you managed to lock gaze with one another,

And that's how everything started.

"I'm home," you said in a dead tone as you entered the dark room. Even though you were aware that nobody would be waiting for you, saying that short phrase makes you forget about the fact that the whole house was an empty household.

You turned the lights on, finally dispersing the darkness enveloping the vicinity. You went straight to the kitchen and saw that a couple of food was on the table. The cup of rice, few pieces of dried fish and vegetable omelet were already cold. There was a small note beside them that was instructing you to turn off the lights and lock the doors before you go to bed.

You set aside the note and helped yourself with the food available. In that small area, only the sound of the chopsticks hitting your rice bowl and the sound of the ventilator could be heard. This was your everyday setting; breakfast and dinner, you only have yourself to accompany you the whole day. Even though the food prepared was at of fine quality, eating up alone never failed to make it tasteless to your buds.

Your father was a businessman and just like the typical setting of a rich household, you rarely see him. Your fingers were more than enough to count those instances. Your mother was a surgeon and she's practically living in the hospital. Nonetheless, she could still spare some time to cook a decent dinner for you. You had an older sister but haven't heard anything from her since she married a famous baseball player. There were no maids in the house because your mom and sister wants you to learn how to live independently, an idea you hated to the core.