"trying to light up the dark..."
as the song continues, it was like his entire past, both the ones he tried to remember and forgot, was played like an old film and shown to him.
somewhere, from a long time ago.
"my mother died now, i'm all alone and no one's there to love me. i want to die, let me be with my mom too." said the young nine year old boy, eyes bloodshot and puffy because of all the crying he's done.
he's alone, sitting at the corner of the park.
"i don't want to be here anymore, i miss my mom, bring back my mom." he added, tears falling once again as soft and barely audible sobs escape his mouth.
"why are you crying?" asked a very soothing child voice.
he turned his head to look up at the person to see who it was, there stand a very adorable looking child, his chinky eyes made him look even more adorable and cute.
the kid is much smaller than the nine year old boy.
the stranger bend down to his level and flashed a genuine yet cute smile.
"it's cold here, why are you here all alone?" asked the cute stranger, voice filled with nothing but pure innocence and curiosity.
"my mom died, i'm all alone now, my father killed her, i hate my father because of that, i don't want to see him again." answered the nine year old boy.
"i'm sorry to hear that but remember you aren't alone." the smaller kid grab the hand of the nine year old and much taller boy and squeeze it a little, as if showing him that he's not alone at all.
"my parents both both went to heaven when i was five, my grandparents adopted me but my grandma died yesterday, my grandpa is sick and he's currently at the hospital, my auntie took the responsibility and took care of me but she's a doctor that's why she's busy all the time, that means, i'm all alone in the house but being not able to stay with someone doesn't mean that i'm all alone because my mom once told that being able to breath the same air as any person does is enough to makes us feel as if we're with them and that, they're with us too." said the smaller boy.
"i'm— i'm sorry to hear that." said the taller one.
the smaller shook his head lightly before flashing a smile. "no, don't be, it's all in the past now and let past be in the past." the smaller of the two let go of the much taller boys hand and stood up.
"come on, you should stand up, crying doesn't suit you." added the smaller kid.
the taller boy obliged and do what the smaller boy said so and flashed a smile to the cute and adorable kid. "thank you for the encouragement." he said, smiling a little.
"my mom used to sing a song to me whenever i'm feeling down." added the cute small kid.
the taller hummed as a reply before he lead the way towards the park bench, they both took a sit and the smaller flashed an innocent smile.
"let me sing the song to you, i hope it can cheer you up too."
with that, the smaller of the two started singing a very soft and sweet sounding melody.
for a kid, his voice sure is quite amazing and soft.
the taller boy listened in awe, he never thought that that adorable looking kid possessed such voice.
the boy finished singing, leaving the taller guy in full admiration and mesmerization.
"wow, i never expected that you would have such an amazing voice." he complimented.
"i— well, uhm, thank you?" the smaller boy smile shyly, embarrassed about the fact that he just got complimented.
well, not that he doesn't like it, it's just, he's shy.
"by the way, what's your name? i'm soonyoung, kwon soonyoung but you can call me whatever you want, i'm fine with it." the taller boy offer his hand for a handshake and the smaller gladly took it and replied.
"i will call you hoshi then, my mom once told me before that it's a japanese term for star and you kind of resemble a star, by the way, my name is—"
author's note
so yeah, this chapter is basically a flashback and i'm very sorry for this short and late update.
not gonna lie, i'm writing this fan fiction, i felt like— i'm going crazy [/sings treasure 13 'going crazy' cause YG is an a*s and is dragging their debut;
i'm seriously losing all my ideas and would like to list down thousand of complaints about my mind not being able to come up with anything useful in the last few weeks but suddenly, i remember that i'm too tired to do that too.
should i read books about psychology and human minds for a little inspiration?
by the way, thank you for the hundred reads! love lots, you toddlers.
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not your typical love story // 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓷. (EDITING...)
Fanfiction❝ careful doctor, ❞ ❝ what do you mean? ❞ ❝ the languid prey might fall for the cunning predator. ❞ In which lee jihoon is kwon soonyoung's new psychiatrist.
