Memories ☆ Jung Taekwoon

OI♛BUTTERFLY EFFECT

Taekwoon

♛ One wrong move ♛

An ominous atmosphere settles unto the place as dark clouds begin to form barriers in the nightsky, blocking the moonlight as it tries to reach the ground. Lightning flashes above, followed by the sound of loud thunders and howling winds.

Taekwoon bore daggers into the back of the man's head as he begins walking away, leaving nothing behind but the four words that he had spoken.

Go home, you're sick.

Though the director of the company, Sejun, had said those words with full concern, it had failed to soften the force of impact it would have on his employee.

Taekwoon had evident anger issues. Even the color of his hair, a silvery white, resembles the cold wrath in his eyes. He had no recollection of when and why he dyed his hair, though. And despite being as curious as the other people were, he really couldn't find any answer as if it was just erased completely from his own memory.

The young designer had a hard time controlling his emotions, especially his anger, which was why apologizing to numerous people who had unfortunately witnessed such things became a common feat. And even with the embarrassment and discomfort the events would bring upon him, he'd do it all over again.

His co-workers were well-aware of his recalcitrant temper which was slowly getting worse as the days go by for some unknown reason. When he speaks, his voice was a barely heard tune, a softly spoken song. But when he was enraged, it becomes the roar of a lion who was to be forcibly listened to.

Many have tried to ask him about the issue at hand but were overcome by fear instead, so they simply avoid him, afraid of awakening the monster within him. It wasn't as frequent in the first few months of his work but in the past weeks, even the smallest of things could make him angry.

The people around him were sure that Taekwoon would break someday. They just weren't expecting it to happen so soon.

His office was a complete mess. Crumpled papers, along with his drawing tools, were scattered around him. Broken shards of a vase were littered across the floor and in his rage, Taekwoon had managed to tear down the parts of a few mannequins.

One of his co-workers had informed Sejun of what had happened so the director decided to confront him about his deteriorating mental health.

"But I'm fine." Taekwoon argued, his tousled hair and shaking hands contradicting his words.

"We're all just concerned for you here. You need to see-"

"I said I'm fine." Taekwoon interrupted with gritted teeth and emphasized his last word.

"You get the rest of the day off tomorrow." Sejun spoke sternly, shoving dominance over Taekwoon. "Or maybe don't come back until you have had a trip to the psychiatrist."

Taekwoon glared at the man who had turned his back on him and the action filled him with even more fury than he already had. He clenched his fists as tight as he can, avoiding any more destruction he might cause.

"Go home, you're sick." the Director added before leaving.

Taekwoon violently took his bag and shoved the papers he needed. He had a client in an hour or so.

He stomped his way out, not calming down for a bit. Every single eye was on him. Even though he felt embarrassed and shy for the fiasco he just made, it didn't tone down his anger towards the words that his boss had said.

As he drove, raindrops started to fall down. The rhythmic pounding of the water droplets would have calmed anyone down. However, Taekwoon hated the rain so it only aggravated him even more.

The environment outside was eerie. His mind was still full of anger but he did try to calm himself to at least be prepared to have a decent conversation with his client.

He wore his leather gloves and jacket to keep the cold out of his system and to at least make himself look presentable. When he arrived at the address of his client and knocked at the door, he had expected an immediate response.

I might have arrived too early, he thought to himself. He waited but not for long. No matter how many knocks he made and how many minutes he waited, no one came to answer. His patience was a bit too thin to wait for another minute. This event just made him even more angry that he kicked the door once before leaving.

His eyes were filled with anger and irritation, piled up with work, the words that the Director of their company told him and the client that never answered the door. No matter how cold it was outside, his mind was boiling hot so it made him unaware of his surroundings. He hadn't noticed that he was driving too fast until it was too late

Suddenly, he saw a flash of light brown hair and the terrified face of a young man before hearing a loud thud out of his car. He stepped on the brake as hard as he could, eating away the anger and madness right out of him. All he felt was fear. Fear of whatever he bumped into outside. Fear of the guilt that was consuming his mind.

He slowly opened the door of the car, hoping time would stop and never let him see the horror of what he has done. Hoping it was a rock or even the wind playing games with his hearing. Trying to gulp his nervousness, only to disappoint him as it never went away. Then, the dark brown orbs he owns saw something.

No, It was someone.

In front of his car---dead.

♕ and everything
will fall apart. ♕