Yeonjun was not sure what his opinion was about everything he had believed in anymore.
Looking out the window, he saw how the clouds waved back at him. The village was peaceful, still snoozing from the lunar aftermath. The boy could feel his heart warming up at the scenery dreamily looking back at him. It was balanced, as always.
He could not choose.
Was it fun to live in such a world?
He had to admit, it gave him a happy life despite the circumstances he was in. It gave him the gift of caring parents, a peaceful atmosphere that once loomed and the kind eyes of people like him. It gave him hope at some point, It swept him off his feet, dancing with his emotions and playing with the notes.
But it also gave him rage.
His pillars were taken away from him, causing him to drown in his very own tears. Poverty kept taking a toll in his household and it started increasing as every minute goes. He couldn't find anything for himself, except for some flowers that he stole from the mysterious castle's garden.
It was all so sudden as it certainly took his breath away.
His eyes slowly turned to the flowers he left on the nearby table, gradually withering away. He still needed money, so he planned in his head that he will immediately sell those flowers and the ones he will be stealing until night falls.
He yawned, closing his eyes because he insisted to himself that he needed to sleep more.
He noticed that he was getting more tired, but he just guessed that's because his body required strength for him to swiftly steal those flowers. The atmosphere was also too cold to his liking.
Maybe it's just because he stole flowers in the rain.
What could Yeonjun do to help the masked man?
He could not describe how thankful he was to the cold stranger that indirectly 'gave' him flowers. He earned some money from the flowers.
If he had money, he would give a portion of that to the man. It was his effort that caused people to hand him coins.
Lifting his hand, he observed his drastically reduced muscles. He sighed while putting it on his chest again.
He tiredly mumbled some words as he looked at the plants.
"I'm sorry."
He wondered if the other flowers heard them while he took their friends away. He wondered if his repeated words scattered among them, warning each other about the trespasser.
He knew he still committed a crime.
He knew he was wrong.
He hoped he can seek redemption.
He blinked his eyes, feeling the golden rays of the ball of fire from afar. He slept for a moment in his neat bed.
The street was gradually getting busy. It was the sign of a brand new day.
People were happy.
The flowers were pulled from the ground perfectly.
The sun shone a little brighter than usual.
He smiled.
It was all good.
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Garden|Yeonbin
Historia Corta"Out of all the joys in this world, why steal my flowers?" Choi Soobin's hobby is to plant, while Choi Yeonjun was making a living by narrowing his hopes of being born in this life. (CURRENTLY REWRITING!)
