Stray Kids Imagines (ON HOLD)

corollary ; kim seungmin

inspired ↪Gone by JIN, play the song on top for more feels - Consequences by Camila Cabello :) oh, and if you have trouble with understanding the story, do not hesitate to look for the mv where I got my inspiration, it'll surely move you guys to tears just like I did 😅

third person

genre: angst, 15% fluff

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People say that being born sightless is a curse, an irrevocable spell that is casted upon the unlucky victim. Maybe one's parents sinned too much that their punishment was passed onto their offspring, a newborn infant that was given life and is never able to see any of it.

But for me, it was different.

I never thought of my blindness as a vigorous denunciation, an anathema. Although it was an inconvenience for me, it was something I considered as a blessing, something that I was the least bit thankful for.

When my mom had measles when she was pregnant with me, the doctor said there might have some complications with her giving birth to her firstborn. And the health specialist wasn't wrong—when I was born they learned that I was stone-blind, they were devastated, troubled by the fact that I was going to live a life as a human being with a dark sight. They tried to coax me into surgery that costs an arm and a leg, as they have once found an eye donor for me, but I refused. My eyesight being restored was only a possibility, yet it would let me see the wonders of the world for the first time. But I was scared that the light would be too bright, the colors would be too much, so I stuck with black.

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My father was a musician, which inspired  me to learn various instruments. With this being said, I was inspired to play the piano. When I was eleven years old, my parents began sending me to their friend's house, the Kim household. My mother was close with the owner, and she and my dad had entrusted me to him, a widower whose name I learned was Mr. Kim. He became my personal piano teacher, but he wasn't as strict as he is to his other students. Perhaps my condition and lessened his severe ways of discipline, but that doesn't mean I don't get a fair share of yelling. When I do, my hands would tremble out of fear, and tears would spring to my eyes for me to hold them back.

As years passed by I became very familiar with the house. I was also used to Mr. Kim's behavior towards his students, all but one thing. I commonly heard someone talking outside my designated lesson room, and although the voices were a bit vague I could make out the word Seungmin. When I asked Mr. Kim who he was, "My son," was his reply.

So, Mr. Kim had a son.

That was something I wasn't aware of, from the span of eight years with me being given piano lessons by the man. Although I was sure I had passed by him a couple of times in the corridors of the house, his strong smell of vanilla and strawberries with a mix of his natural masculine scent always filled my nostrils and lingered in my mind, and I was certain it was him.

At first I wanted to meet him and befriend him, but when I overheard the Kim household's butler talking about me not meeting him, I was more than a bit sad. All my life I was isolated from the rest, just because of my condition, and instead of giving me this chance to make a friend, they took it away from me.

Since then, I started to hate being sightless. I almost wanted to ask my parents about the eye surgery and if the donor was still available.

But my anger towards blindness started to fade away, one day when I sat on my stool, my fingers ghosting over the delicate, smooth keys of the piano. A figure sat beside me, and the familiar vanilla scent entered. I smiled unconsciously, and I felt a glass bottle with hard rock-like objects inside being slipped inside the pocket of my dress.