'WARNINGS- Fluff
'I quickly forget the memories of hard times. Just like everyone else, everyday is a challenge for me' - T.O.P
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He wasn't perfect. He knows that. Nobody's perfect, not even him. He has his struggles in life, like when he was recording a movie and broke down in the toilets because he was too tiered. He used to be obese, worked to get the body he has now. Made his Mum proud though.
He has everything, any living human would want. Wealth, fame, health, power... But he doesn't want that anymore. He wants something else. He wants her back. She was the most important thing to him.
Who is she ? In his eyes, she is like a painting that was under high protection but he was luckily enough to get close to that painting and to be able to touch it, to hold it, to cherish it. She was a goddess, the formation of her body, her soft skin, her . He adored her eyes the most, he used to tell her every single day that he could stare into them all day, everyday , forever and beyond. But that forever and beyond, it was cut short.
Work interfered with them both. She simply held art classes to people who wanted to learn to draw, paint, ink, sketch and all of the other thing, whereas he was a musician which meant he was regularly on tour, doing music videos or simply in the studio with his group. They tried to make it work, for the first three years, it worked but then his boss changed his working times. They rarely saw each other after that.
When life worked for them, he'd spoil her rotten. Take her on dates to cafes, museums, restaurants, aboard to different countries. Buy her simple things or anything she liked the look off. Laugh with her about simple things or when one of them tripped up somehow. Embrace her in different ways, at different times, for different reason. They were inseparable. She gave him a sense of comfort after the rough life he's had.
Now, he stands in front of a broken mirror, he smashed with his own hands, staring into it with tears staining his face. She was long gone. He blamed himself. He's the one that ended it all.
He became a mess when she left. Nicotine infected his lungs, alcohol replaced his red blood cells, sleep became a mere blink of his eyes. He was officially broken.
She left four months ago but he still hadn't got over it. He wanted her back... Scratch that... He needed her back.
With bloodied hands and red, sore eyes, he ran out of the bathroom, quickly running out of his apartment, not bothering to put on a jacket or coat although it was raining heavily.
As he ran out onto the streets of Seoul , he bumped into a few people -one being an old woman in which dropped her shopping but he helped her quickly- apologizing straight after every bump and continuing to run where ever his heart led him.
He knew where she lived. He memorised it. He memorised the quickest way to get there from when she couldn't leave her house for some reason and the longest way for when he insisted on walking her back and wanting to spend as much time with her possible.
It didn't take him long to reach her house. She was obviously in as her light were on due to it being late at night and the outside world become somewhat dark.
He quickly ran up to her door, ringing the bell as he continued to stand in the rain. He listened carefully to the shuffling behind the door and the faint sound of her telly playing the background.
He then began to panic. What if she had moved on? What if she didn't want him anymore? What if...
He began to back away from the door, back into the pouring rain. Seung-hyun turned around, preparing to run but was caught off by a voice he remembered so well and loved so much.
