ARTFUL Roses ( Suga Ff )

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One month have passed already. Everyday was like every other day.  My only job was to cook and brush the house which I would do to keep me busy from unwanted questions .  Honestly I feel the lonely school life was much better then what I am living now. Atleast I had the freedom to move around and act to my will back then. But now it feels like I am his shadow, following only him and his orders.

Everyday sitting between four walls, irritated me to the core. Sometimes this irritation takes the form of anger which I would unleash on him. I would blow up, for little things he does. What's strange is, he never argued back even for once, and I had no idea why.

Even if I try to keep myself busy with the household chores, overthinking always finds the door. The constant fear of my future was slowly eating me from inside. Fear of not getting killed , rather fear of always staying in the fear of not being able to combat it. I envied suga a lot.

Every evening he would go out stating some reason usually to meet someone and I end up waiting for him naturally. No matter how much I despise him,He was the only one now available to interact with .

At start I wondered ,how will I kill my time, with a rude ass beside me but living with him was not that worse like a thought. The more I get to know him the less evil he appears and more cold . Though we were living under same roof, practically we were in our own world. We would never interact with each other. Even if we did, it would be a few second talk of necessary. We never bothered each other living.

One thing couldn't be denied though. we got more comfortable towards each other, even the usual silence was not a burden anymore . We have got used to the awkward atmosphere around us.

He is a cold fish and his heart was corrupted with anger and confidence. Even then he never turned cold shoulder to His responsibility.

Last week I got 3 days fever and he took care of me much better than I expected. He even cancelled his plan which was so unexpected . He cooked food for me and even stayed awake with me whole night when I couldn't sleep . After the fever incident we became close but less close to be called as friends. All these acts didn't portrayed him a flower either.

My school cared least about my presence . Till now I had no calls from school which is good. I had no friend eventually no call from one. I hoped atleast one of my classmate would ring me, but I was hella wrong. Sometimes, I wonder , how is school going. Are people over there trying to figure out the sudden disappearance of us or they didn't even notice it.

 Why do I care, when my life is at the haunch of chair.

When day light descends i go to the terrace and enjoy the beauty of lights that gleamed through the windows. Sometimes all we need is a different perspective but being in same environment only makes the frustration volumous .

Through this vicious cycle of life , there was always some rigid questions in me , the answer of which I was unaware.  The only source of answer was suga who was sitting opposite to me reading newspaper simultaneously sipping through the coffee. The way his messy hair , his simply clothing , newspaper on one hand and cup in other perfectly synced , he would look like an ideal man but for me he looked more like a website of answer. Amidst these I didn't realize that I was staring at him.

"Do I look handsome today" he asked eyes glued to the newspaper .

"huh.....no" I sipped through the coffee with a nervous laughter , looking away. 

Like usual suga left stating he has some work to do but this time I decided not to sit and wait, to be  more particular I am not gonna rely on him for my future. I am gonna find by myself what he is upto so  I decided  to follow him.