Ruin of Ji Soo
Snow
The cold wind of the day hit his face when his window was slice apart. Air smelled of dew and the city of Lagos was quiet.
？？？
"Snow? Is it snowing?"
It was 4 a.m. The view was worth it—
Earth stood quiet,
except for the pounding of his heartbeat."
The words left him like a quiet realization.
His lips thinned into a smile—
one that grew wider and wider until it nearly split his face.
Furthermore, he ran.
The Heidi home, nestled among the hills just outside the city, was built in the elegant, aging arc of traditional Japanese design.
His feet pounded against the fine oak floors, echoing past paper doors and windows that shook with his urgency.
The compound was vast.
Too vast.
And he couldn’t see Louis.
His scream tore through the silence, sharp and trembling.
He hated the quiet.
He feared the thoughts that came with it.
He walked forward, eyes locked on the bare darkness beyond the curtain of falling snow.
Then—he saw him.
Louis.
Huruto stared, his chest tightening in both fear and relief.
Smiling and faintly one can hear a ticking sound.
First meet
We drift to 17 years ago.
Were we met, were we merge and were we...
A sleek, luxury car from 2009 glides through the gates of an elite Japanese high school, its engine humming like a quiet storm.
The car comes to a halt in front of the main building. The door opens.
LOUIS, a strikingly handsome blonde, steps out. The wind hits his face, tousling his perfect hair—yet his expression remains stoic, unreadable.
Inside the car, the chauffeur leans out, attempting small talk, his tone light and cheerful.
Madhav
Young master, should thee parents be informed?
Louis cuts him off with a single cold glance. The man falls silent.
His
gaze to the school building, his blue eyes filled with thinly veiled malice.
He blinked to the driver and
his lip stretch thin.
SAME TIME
HARUTO, a Japanese boy with a delicate frame and neatly kept uniform, rushes down the hallway. He’s clearly late, clutching books against his chest.
In his panic, he doesn’t notice the approaching figure.
CRASH.
He slams into someone—both fall to the ground. Papers scatter in the air.
The world freezes for a breath.
Haruto gasps, quickly pushing himself up. His voice spills out in a flurry:
Haruto
I-I'm so sorry! I wasn’t looking—I didn’t mean—
Silence.
Haruto looks up.
It’s Louis.
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