i'm a flower | minsung

CHAPTER 3: Jasmine

Jisung didn't like where this is going. Something was off. He didn't recall having memories of growing up happily with his parents. His father was a devil. No, he's worse than one. Calling him a devil would be rude to the devil. That's pretty much how much Jisung hated that man.

How could he? After all this time wasted on practicing the same song over and ever again, thinking it would please his mother so she would stay with him forever, only to found out it was just her attempt to keep his lover inside of her mind. She's obsessed with the person she loved the most.

In a speed of light, he stormed his way to the bottom drawer located inside of the closet. That's where his mother used to keep her diary and Jisung swore to never touch it to respect her privacy. However at this point, Jisung had no choice but to scramble everything he'd been struggling to hold on.

He skipped some pages that only consist of work related issues to read the actual important stuff. Never he would've guessed how messed up his mother was.

I have found my Verthandi. I have finally found him. He looks so beautiful when he played the piano. He shines so much like the sun, I was enticed by his beauty and the way he's drown deeply into his music. Even though I don't know him, I want to get closer. I want to corrupt him with my love.

"Verthandi?" Jisung murmured to himself. This was the first time he heard that name. Perhaps that's just how his mother preferred to call him in her diary. This assumption was supported by the way every pages had the word 'Verthandi' multiple times as it the word was describing a person.

His heart ached while flipping each pages. The mother whom he loved so dearly slowly vanished from his heart.

I can't believe my Verthandi left music. He told me I was insane and that I was using him for music. It's wrong. That's not possible. He's supposed to be in love with me as much as I love him. We got together because of music. He's supposed to be my music partner forever, not someone who betrays his lover.

Jisung skipped the weird part.

I only have Ji now. He can't play the piano, but he does look like my Verthandi. Every time we made eye contact, I figured Ji would be the one to replace him. My lovely Verthandi's blood runs through him. Jisung is my new Verthandi.

"What the fuck?!" Jisung fell on his butt after doing squad since the moment he read the diary.

"What's wrong?" Minho approached the lousy Jisung who decided to ignore him.

Ji couldn't play the piano like my Verthandi did, therefore I decided to teach him by hitting his arms because my Verthandi told me his mother would hit him whenever he failed to play the piano. I've always wondered how my Verthandi would look when he was younger and I'm glad I hit Ji because his horrified expression must've looked similar to my Verthandi in the past.

I love my Ji more than anything else in the world. My Verthandi left me so I can be with Ji for the rest of my life. He will surpass my Verthandi with my teachings. He is the new Verthandi. The greatest pianist. My life.

As if Jisung couldn't get anymore frightened. The last writing he could find in her diary absolutely destroyed his morals.

Love is pain. I want my Ji to know that. You don't deserve to be with someone else. Only my pain can forever torture your heart because you can't handle someone else's love. You can't even completely accept my love. I gave birth to you with so much pain because I love my Verthandi who betrayed me and I still do. Your job is to love me as your mother by accepting the pain I'm giving you.