MY CHÉRIE || dokyeom

ᵒⁿᵉ: sᴇᴏᴋᴍɪɴ ᴡʜᴏ?

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          The young man put down his pen as he finished writing his diary. “That's all for this morning diary..”, he said softly and put the diary back to it's place, a small bookshelf which he made by himself using old pallets, given by his neighbour.

The bookshelf is brown in colour and the only thing was placed there, was his seventeen diary books and a jar of fresh lavenders on top of it. He had been writing diary since the age of 6, when he finally knows how to write. Every year, he'll ask his grandmother to buy him a new book until he finally have the money to buy it himself. The diary is a place for him to express his feelings and everything that happened that day, he'll chopped it down.

He looked through all the diaries and smiled. “I'm shocked that I'm still alive by now.. Y'all know every single piece of my life story..”, he said and get up from his study. He went to his walk in closet to change into a warmer outfit as he was going out to the florist.

He wore a dark blue turtle-neck sweater paired with black jeans, beige colored long coat and a pair of black boots. Then, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. “I looked so much better than that short brat..”, he said in annoyance as he remembered his older brother. The thought of him cause his blood to boil but he tried to calm down and immediately, left his bedroom. As he went downstairs, he saw his assistant, Jacob, busy talking with one of his maid. “I'm going out for awhile and where's father??”, he asked Jacob in fluent English. “Master is at the garden, young master. I will get the ca—”

“I'll drive, don't worry. You can continue chit chatting with Lucy..”, Seokmin said and went to the garden. At the garden, an old man was busy walking around their garden, enjoying the cold wind. “Father, you do know that you're having a fever..”, the old man turned around to see his son. He smiled and sighed. “What a nice feeling to be called as father more than Mr.Paul..”, Paul said in satisfication and Seokmin smiled. Paul had been insisting Seokmin to call him 'father' ever since he took Seokmin as his child two years ago. Seokmin only started to call him 'father' three months ago, when he finally feels like it is time.

“So where are you going Arthur??”, Paul asked as he saw his outfit. Arthur is the name Paul given Seokmin. He originally wanted to name him Peter, but Seokmin doesn't like it, so he named him after the name of King Arthur, Seokmin's first musical character. “To the florist. It's mom's 20th anniversary, so I wanna give her a present..”, the old man nodded with a smile and patted his back. “Be safe and don't be late, we have a meeting with your new musical crew..”, Seokmin nodded and gave him a hug before walking towards their garage. “Don't stay out for too long father!!”, the young man shouted from his car and the old man just nod with a sincere smile plastered on his face.

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          “So, how's your ballet recital preparation??”, the girl with long straight black hair asked her twin sister with curly blonde hair. “Good..”, she said while staring at her hot chocolate. They were both silent and she noticed that her twin seemed to be lost in her own world. “Anything to share with me??”, she looked at her in shock. “How do you know??”

“I've known you since we were in mommy's tummy, silly..”

“Hehe..”

“Now, spill it..”

She sighed and looked straight into her twin sister's eyes. “Why am I the one who was supposed to be married with Jihoon?!”, her eyes were filled with disagreement and anger. “Because you're older than me??”