My mistake, my result

~ Chapter 25 ~

Six years later, Kazuhiro hasn't spoken to Chanyeol in the last five years and attends a public school with Masahiro. He is a vigilant student adored for his alluring looks and takes-your-breath-away attraction. He attends with raven locks and wears one dark contact to make his normally crystal blue iris black instead to rid himself of unneeded questions or further attention.

He still refuses to apologize or forgive his father for hurting him. He thought cowardly of the man daring to claim he was adopted to simply escape his responsibility to being the decent father he deserves.

Kazuhiro is seen as popular despite only have two real friends that know things of him that he chooses to dismiss in total.

Presently, he finishes getting ready and walks with respect with each step to his favourite uncle he pretty much saw as his mother/older brother. Baekhyun was helping him recover from the abuse after being informed of what had be going on in his absence. He has gotten Kazuhiro real help in weekly visits to a personal therapist to clear his mental scars of men. Since starting he has grown stronger despite his heart not healing to their liking because it has since built walls up all around not wanting to recover as fast as the physical or mental side because emotionally he was still affected.

Luckily, with the help of his brother he soon joined a junior mixed art club for his first year, but eventually quit the club due to no one ever taking the art torments seriously or even trying to make an entry in the first place. After leaving sadness returned to his system and he'd tie himself up, making sure he only felt pain and hid himself in pure darkness to suffer. He became so mentally ill and lost thinking the end was just one final breath away.

He once even did it in school wanting to end his life right there and then because he saw himself as something so disgusting, at that point he was just as far gone. The colour in his eyes could only express pain and neglectance.

It was then he was found by a second year who came to assist him, wanting to save him from being consumed by pure depression. Kazuhiro still continued hurting himself and stopped attending therapy. He wanted to give in to darkness and die. He believed all hope was dead, all hope was lost so he was next to go expressing he wasn't afraid to die.

The second year fought his for is fast recovery becoming his first friend. From there they had some issues, but all ended well when they found common interest in art. It was then Kazuhiro requested from the head of the school that a more committed art club was made and with the help of his new friend he was able to achieve the request. "I'm Mark, Mark Tuan and yours is?"

"Park Kazuhiro" he received a strange stare and introduced himself with more detail "yeah I'm Happyeol's son, Park Chanyeol is my dad" he smiled accepting that surname would always be apart of him.

~ Four months later ~

"Kazuhiro! Why are you so moody?" Mark ran after him as Kazuhiro swiftly walked ahead in frustration, "Mark leave me alone" he muttered softly despite Mark's attempts at stopping him. Mark finally catches up and stops him by force, "why are you so close?! You know I hate when you are like this because... You know why Mark and you are still like this." Kazuhiro shouted back in discomfort and avoided his gaze. As Mark is his hyung he could never curse or be too disrespectful because he was his junior and honestly wanted to stay on Mark's mellow side.

Mark gave his sinister glance that practically demanded Kazuhiro to remove the contact and he immediately obeyed removing the contact to reveal his different iris colours. "Your eyes are so beautiful, how are they like that?" Mark is pushed away by him "I was born with them hyung and-" Mark placed his finger on his lips and smiled. "Let's go make art, I want to draw you because your eyes fascinate me to the extent I must have a forever copy of them. I love your eyes Kazuhiro and we're best friends now." Kazuhiro tensed with a frown "hyuuuung~ I don't-" he cut off again when trying to appose the next words that'd be suggested "...pose for me. Kazuhiro, the girls love you and have requested a shirtless print" Mark added as his smile watching Kazuhiro shake his head in embarrassment.

Mark dragged him to their club room putting his usual sign up at the entrance:

"Art in process, please do not disturb. Thank you, come again."

"Hyung-shi" he pleaded as Mark readied his paints knowing Kazuhiro would eventually do as he was instructed and he did. He loosened his tie, unbuttoning his shirt till half way sitting on a black stall with his hands leaned against it in between his leg smiling as happily as he could form his smile to be.

"How long Mark?" 

"Two hours at most, and I'll let you rest or eat half way. I'm not starving you-"

"Why do you draw me so often? You can pick anyone else in this Institute, but you never do."

"This year's theme is male dominance, it is around boys and the personality based attraction. This theme was chosen by an all girl school, next year our school will choose the theme of the year so just wait till then and for now deal with the it. I will paint only you and enter only your portraits."

Kazuhiro sigh, "fine."

"Stay patient and trust your journey" he said setting up his canvas.

"What's that suppose to mean?" He eagerly asked.

"Patience is a virtual."