~The Poisonous Flower~
CH 1 : Deep Silence
°°°𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑑𝑠, 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑑?....
𝐷𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛′𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝑁𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒.′°°°
The sky was beautifully scattering the dim light rays of sundown. Slight red-orange clouds had covered the setting sun.
It was a slightly crowded place. People were coming in and out of the airport. All were busy on themselves or with their known ones.
A man, maybe in between his late twenties or early thirties was coming towards the exit, scrolling his wheeled bags on the polished floor of the airport.
He was wearing a scattered-grey sweatshirt with a light brown-pitch pant. He had taken a chocolate brown side-bag. And he was wearing a white mask that was covering his face along with his hair-bangs.
He was dressed simply yet charming!
Deep almond brown eyes, silky blonde hair, perfectly carved collarbone, smooth honey tanned skin, slender yet manly figure...
Everything 'bout that man was somehow, screamin' just one word 'Perfect'.
'Perfect', it is a big word in itself.
When we see someone who is absolutely perfect, without any flaws, we often think that if the person is so perfect, then he must be happy with his life.
Although he was perfect, beyond any odds. But...
But something, was, odd about him, his eyes~
His eyes were emotionless without any feelings.
If anyone could see his almond eyes, properly through those hair bangs, he would have been said that, his eyes were so deep~ "𝐷𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑠."
Many eyes were on him, some filled with envy, some with admiration and some with a tint of wondering~
He just unbothered walked out, took a cab and left from there.
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After sometimes he was in front of a huge mansion. The mansion was big enough, but it seemed like the mansion had been abandoned, disowned for consecutive 9 or 10 years.
He opened the main entrance gate of that mansion, which was covered with a thick layer of dust and slight rust, like no one had even touched that gate for years...
That blonde was staring at the Mansion very deeply, affectionately, thinking about some memories? Well who knows...
Soon he walked on that thin stony path, with dry leaves scattered here and there and entered the Mansion.
The old guard standing at the gate of Mansion didn't said anything to him. He just passed a confronting smile and let that boy enter the Mansion.
Maybe he was well aware of that young blonde.
Then that blonde dropped his side bag on the sofa of the main hall, covered with all white plain sheets.
And he silently started wandering in the mansion with his slow steps.
No sign of anticipation or despair or anything, seemed to be appeared on his face.
He just unmodulated stared at the room, walls, pictures, some paintings hanging there and on everything.
The mansion was in Deep Silence, so deep that even if someone drops a coin there, then its noise would be enough to make one's ear numb.
The only sound that was roaming in the mansion was that blonde's footsteps and the rustling sounds of air passing through the old, thick curtains of the Mansion, covered with thin layer of dusts.
The sound of his slow footsteps stopped when he reached a particular room that was all dusty. Everything was covered with white sheets.
He extended his hands and started removing the white sheets from those things.
Instantaneously, his eyes diverted to the old drawer near the bed. There was an old photo frame kept upon it.
The pic was covered with dust yet it seemed like that, just a mere glance of it, rushed the trail of memories in the blonde's mind.
He extended his hands to take the frame, and he started caressing that pic with his thumb.
He maybe or maybe not tried to hide his emotions with that blank expression of his face. But-
Alas! He was unable to stop that tear that sneakily rolled down on his cheeks. His deep expressionless, blank eyes were wet for some unknown reason.
For some moments he closed his eyes and let those tears slowly flow down on his cheeks.
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After some pathetic time of letting his tears dry on his eyelashes, he went down to meet the guard, whom he met at the entrance.
That boy said in a medium tone to that old guard standing in front of the hall.
The old guard smiled and said-
Old guard
Son, do you need something?
Kim Taehyung
Yes uncle, I want you to arrange some maids to clean the mansion and some for maintenance, that's all.
Old guard
Okay, I will arrange some maids by tomorrow morning.
The old guard said in answer.
That blonde hums in response and turned to leave, but-
Old guard
How have you been, Taetae?
That old guard said in a soft cracked voice.
Once more that blonde struggled to hide his emotions, he didn't even remember that after how many exact years someone called him by this name, after how many exactly years someone asked him- "how have you been?"
What a simple question, a simple thing, why being so emotional, isn't it?...
But again with a blank face, he answered-
Kim Taehyung
I have been fine uncle, how about you?
Old guard
I have also been good, Taehyung.
That guard said with a faint smile. Taehyung turned and was 'bout to leave, but then again he heard-
Old guard
You have changed, taetae.
That guard said with unreadable eyes, with an unknown wander.
Taehyung's calm posture just became more blank after listening to those words, like they somehow, somewhere, unknowingly triggered him...
Kim Taehyung
You are just imagining things, Uncle. I'm still the same Kim Taehyung.
He said with his back facing the guard and left from there.
That old guard looked at the sky with squinted eyes and smiled in himself, with a slight nod-
Old guard
I wish you were right Taehyung that I am imagining things.
-the guard said in himself.
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