"because water is the only thing that could tame his inferno."
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where two distraught prodigies find sense in each other.
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Guilt.
It washed over his conscience as he hauled himself back to his house. His dark hair covered his eyes while he kept his gaze low, kicking pebbles on the sidewalk.
"Dad, it hurts so badly!" he squeaked out, holding himself on the ground. The excruciating pain shocked his entire body, feeling a burning sensation on his back.
"This is what happens when you don't get it right, son." the haunting monotonous voice rang, putting out the whip of fire that extended from his hands.
Jisung's hand trailed to his back, but he slowly snapped it away as it stung to the touch. A whimper left his lips, holding back the tears that threatened to spill over.
"You're going to cry about it too? I don't remember raising a pathetic coward." he hissed, glaring into his eyes that glimmered with salty pools.
"Get up and do it again. Only cowards get burned when they can't do it correctly."
It was like everything around him was pitiful; the dying trees moving in the wind over his head or the homeless begging for money on the street. Despite the changing of the leaves around him, the world was so gray, so dreadful to look at.
He watched each foot take a step in front of the other, careful not to step on the cracks of the concrete. Inside, he was burning- but not with rage.
It was an indescribable feeling, one he often felt throughout his childhood.
He held up his hand, igniting a small flame. As it kindled, it revealed a shade that he didn't reflect quite often nowadays.
Green.
He crinkled his forehead, putting out the fire. Shrugging off the thought, he quickened his pace, knowing he just wanted to be one place in the entire world right now.
Like always, he unlocked the grand front door to his home, closing it behind him. The scent of the same candle burning welcomed him, taking him in like a warm hug.
Lousily, he made his way up the staircase, leading himself through the hallway and to a room where his favorite person was. He creaked open the door, slipping in and closing it quietly behind him.
She laid there peacefully, fluttering open her eyes to see her son.
"Jisung?" she croaked out, seeing him stand in front of the door. He slowly walked over to her bed, still keeping his head down low.
"What is it, Sungie?" she cooed, running a finger through his messy hair. He melted instantly in her motherly comfort, too scared to speak as hot tears sprung to his eyes.
