[The Dark Side Of Love?] '4DAVID'S POV: "Oh, really? Are you willing to go this far? I can't believe it!" There, I silently hissed to myself, my eyes narrowing and slyly observing Travis's tiny, hesitant movements, albeit a frown glueing itself across my forehead. I could feel it — my heart was banging harder and louder against the walls of my chest whilst my breathing fastened. Right opposite to me sat Travis whom I watched as he struggled to breathe, or was it just an act? His movements had become clumsy all of a sudden — he was touching this and leaving that off. It is funny to me because I knew that this was all because of the question I asked — a question that I knew was filled with words that were tightly pressed on the pack of his surviving buttons. He did not know what to do anymore —"You are suddenly so perfect in mathematics. You know all the methods I have never taught you…, is there something you'd like to share with me? Spill the tea, maybe?" That was it, the questio
"Petrichor!" Travis silently hissed albeit gritting his teeth while his eyes were slyly and closely observing a group of clouds as they were angrily floating in one direction — so ugly and grey. The boy impatiently watched as buildings and trees sharply passed by, outside the car window. There, he quietly sat in the back, his eyes never releasing themselves from the sky that was rapidly becoming tar black whilst at the same time receiving a small, yet "beautiful" decoration from the flashing lightning that was lighting the whole sky like fireworks. On the boy's trembling left hand was a tissue paper which he tightly held. Inside of it was a pill that adequately made his blood boil with rage and fear. Never for once did he look down on his hand — he seemed paralyzed. "She won't know…!" He silently cried as he further tightened his grip on the tissue paper — the boy was not going to let go until it was broken into pieces and it finally did. He quickly released an air of relief through
"Was it too deep that he refused to answer any of my texts or calls? Is this when our friendship goes to die all because of my silly mistake?" Travis, whose heart was beating slow in tempo and broken to uncountable pieces, silently cried as he rested his head on the table. His bloodshot eyes were looking out of the window where he sadly watched the tar-coloured, huge clouds release streams of tears that delicately touched the ground and trees whose leaves were dancing to the rhythms of the wind — as usual. Beat by beat, his heart was increasing speed — he suddenly felt like he was dying. His body was shivering like he had been struck by a bullet until he failed to control the movements that his body tried to coordinate. He was suffocating — non-stop, the boy never found a break from blaming himself for the downfall of his friendship with David. Of course, he had been trying again to call him last night, countless times that made him believe that David must not want anything from him
[ MISUNDERSTOOD WORDS LINGER TOGETHER IN A GAME OF LOVE! ]•••Hushed — completely quiet. The art room was ambushed by a heartbreaking, rude blue code of silence, however, this seemed to be fine with Travis. The whole spacious compartment was well-kept and neat; it did not look like it was a room no longer in use and of course, that was all thanks to Travis and David. "No one has landed a hand on you, I see!" Travis quietly growled as soon as his eyes caught his mother's portrait still in the same place he had left it. Releasing a deep, oppressed sigh, the boy shuffled close towards the stools that were carefully put around a table with only an empty vase and released an exhausted sigh as he placed his bottoms on one of the chairs. "Looks like it is only you and I, again! It will always be…!" Wearing a weak smile, Travis lazily breathed whilst looking at the painting of his mother as he felt all the energy leaving him. "I knew that I would find you here!" David's voice suddenly blu
“Kiss me!” There, Sam confidently spoke as he mischievously took a step closer to David, whilst wearing a beaming, treacherous smile that softly blinded the boy who blankly watched him approach. David froze on the spot and gulped as soon as his ears captured Sam's words. A frown was standing between his eyes, while rushing to spread across his forehead. “W-what…?” Completely taken aback, David whispered a query, tilting his head to the right as his eyes buried themselves deep into Sam's eyes — Sam who was forever smiling. His cheeks were blooming, shameless as delight encouraged his eyelids to tremble. “Come on, David, don't tell me you're shy. The last time I checked, you did not mind at all! Who knows, maybe it'll be more sweet than Travis's?” Sam squealed happily as soon as he stopped just a step away from David. The boy was truly speechless — he tried so much to take account of every word Sam had aired but there was nothing. His frown deepened when he witnessed Sam take that on
[ Late Night At The Park Mansion! ]“She came back really early tonight. Or is it that Mrs Lee did not keep her word? What will I say to her…?” An agitated Travis who was nervously entwining his fingers together as he flew down a trail of shimmering stairs, silently huffed, whilst his lips slightly trembled as he thought of words to speak to his grandmother. It was already past eight thirty pm and his grandmother had called for him — he was scared because that was the first thing she did as soon as she walked in the house from work. Travis could feel his legs become numb, his system was evilly paralyzed by fear — all that he could think of was Mrs Lee's warning to him. His grandmother usually came home around eleven pm. What if Mrs Lee told Mrs Park everything?The boy simply knew what would happen if that was the case, if Mrs Lee opened her mouth about what happened earlier today at school. Right there, Travis kept hoping and praying for a way out — he was terrified for God's sake.
The shimmering, gold beams of the sun magnificently, almost carefully landed on his skin that quickly glowed with enchanting glee. Hushed — it was completely quiet, only the gentle breeze sang its songs, deep into his ears, making him fall deeper into an abyss of his dreams — so delicate. His eyelids trembled terribly just when he felt the cold shamelessly kiss his skin — how rude! His heart was lazily humming a song, so soft and calm, it made him believe that he was at peace. He was —However, his peace was quickly disrupted when his ears caught a door open with a terrifying creak, as if the person opening was a criminal and he was going to be a victim of a lurid crime. His heart skipped a beat as agahst enveloped his system — it was only for a moment. What was he going to do? He was still drawn to his dream, how was he going to protect himself? A frown swiftly replaced the tranquility that had been buried on his face and now, worry was making itself known across his features. “On
The time for exams was arriving — little by little, the week quickly came. Everyone was busy preparing for the exams — they even went out of their comfort zones and dared to extend their time at school, staying behind and doing revisions. Travis and David were among those who wanted to go beyond. The boys had swiftly forgotten about an incident that took place four days ago — at least David still kept it within the chambers of his heart and he was quietly investigating whatever that he witnessed. It was no longer a problem for Travis because for some reason, his grandmother gave him full permission to stay behind to study and promised that she would talk with Mr Sok. The two boys were alone in the art room, their usual place. They have been studying mathematics since it was announced that it'll be the first subject they are going to open the examinations with. “...and don't forget to always check your numbers more than once, just to be sure of your answers.” David, who was sitting a
——The golden rays of the rising sun slowly floated into the room and landed on Travis’s face whose sleep was quickly chased away. With a frown across his forehead, Travis unhurriedly opened his eyes and let out a groan. He got up and stood straight on the bed before reaching for his phone. “Nine? I’m late for breakfast!” Travis growled as he sprinted to the bathroom. He quickly washed his face, brushed his teeth, and raced downstairs when he was done. He found his grandmother and cousin, Arthur, already seated for breakfast. Jiyeon was absent from the table, something Travis quickly understood. “Sorry…for being late.” He apologised as he sat down on his chair. His grandmother only nodded, while Arthur smiled. “How did you sleep?” Arthur investigated and smiled widely as he sipped his apple juice. “Well, I…slept like a baby,” Travis replied shortly after clearing his throat. He instantly began to recall last night — his hand’s job and then a conversation with Jiyeon. His heart slo
——Lips painted by a red gloss carefully pressed against each other immediately after withdrawing from the white cup. “How are you feeling now, dear?” Mrs Park investigated shortly after placing the empty cup on the table. Her eyes gently fell on Jiyeon who had been nervously staring at the plaster cast around her arm. She bit her lower lip and nodded, “I am…fine.” Jiyeon replied in a voice that had dropped to a whisper. She slowly raised her head and turned her eyes to her left, where Travis was sitting. The boy had been quiet as he asked himself questions as to how Jiyeon got the big bruise on her face. The bruise decorated itself across the left side of Jiyeon’s face like a big wing of a butterfly. Travis wanted to let his eyes linger on Jiyeon’s face, but he couldn’t, he averted his eyes away from her face to his grandmother who seemed to have a lot to say. “It is late, you guys go to sleep, and we will have a talk tomorrow.” Mrs Park suggested instantly after getting up. The t
Silence — it was absolutely hushed. The wind released a soft cry that left a hole of embarrassment in the two boys' hearts. Their eyes nervously darted from one place to the other. Travis shifted from foot to foot, wearing a glowing, sparkling smile that magnificently decorated his face. David silently fought with his heart, urging to gain control over it, but he continued to fail over and over again. No words could describe the amount of jingling in the depths of Travis’s heart as he was fishing for words to spew, but none came forth. “One, two, three...” He counted as he tried to wipe his smile, but he had no control over it. His eyes gently landed on David’s pale face for a brief while and then they quickly flew away from his face to the dusty nightstand. “S-so…how are —!?” “I need to use the bathroom,” David whispered with a hiss when Travis was speaking. The boy quietly nodded and carefully watched David as he hurried into his bathroom. “Calm down, breathe!” Immediately after
•••The rays of the rising sun flooded into the space, gently landing on the black island table that separated the two individuals — one wearing a smirk that was carefully spreading across his face and the other with eyes that were dilated with shock. It was very quiet — so hushed, making it easy for Sean to hear how loud and demanding David’s heart was throbbing. “Remember it, David. Remember well how you tightly clenched the sheets, endlessly moaning my name. I did not force you; you were the one who jumped on me even when I was asking you to stop. You were not drunk; we both know that.” Sean murmured, leaning forward and allowing the sunbeams to expose his green gleaming eyes. The man ensured that his gaze strictly fell on David’s face, studying its movements and the change of colour — from pale to red. David closed his eyes and gritted his teeth so hard that an unbearable pain kept his gums hostage for a short period. He did not want to react to Sean’s words, but his body diso
–“Falling deep into blue…! I wish I did not, but I ended up doing it. It is painful and it hurts so much.” A boy who whispered through his clenched teeth lay on a king-sized bed whose sheets were wrinkled. The beams of the rising sun floated into the huge room through the naked window and landed kisses on his pale, nude body. His eyelids trembled when he felt every warm touch from the sun. A smile faintly spread across his dry, chapped lips immediately when his eyes slowly opened and collided with a white, vaulted ceiling. He bit his lip and closed his eyes again. “How many times have I been looking at you? It is still the same and I hate it. Maybe he should change the design…!” David breathed instantly after clearing his throat and never dared himself to move his body, not even an inch. “Maybe we should do it somewhere else. In another room so that I don’t always look at the ceiling. I had to look at it all night.” The boy added with a loud, rough sigh, ignoring the sun’s beams th
DAVID CHWE’S POV CONTINUED…[ I REMEMBER…ALL OF IT!] WARNING: AGE GAP! “Are you willing to do anything, boy?” An unfamiliar deep, slightly husky voice investigated. I vigorously nodded, breathing heavily as I stared at the green eyes that were shamelessly following every movement I made. I stood in the same spot and listened to footsteps walk out of the dark towards me. My hands were shaking but I did not intend to run away because I needed a job. I helplessly narrowed my eyes to catch a glimpse of the owner of the voice that made my heart tighten with fear. A step and another, I saw a tall, pale-skinned man in a very black suit looking down at me. His eyes were mysteriously gleaming with glee as they hovered over my trembling, slim figure.I unconsciously took a careful step back, my eyes still glued onto his, as if under a spell. The unknown man scowled at me with amusement and for some reason, I felt like he was looking directly into my soul — I felt all my secrets, fears, and
[ A PAST AND IMAGES ENGRAVED IN MY HEART; NEVER WILL THEY LEAVE!]DAVID CHWE’S POV: I REMEMBER….“There we go! It started again! The fucken unruly thing!” A dry hiss made a rough escape through my shrivelled lips that I had been trying so hard to keep wet with my tongue until I had no patience anymore. My eyes hastily flew up at the vivid blue sky that was covered by clouds that I instantly caught retiring into an intimate dance with the gentle breeze. I released an oppressed sigh quickly when I felt the sun lay its warm kisses on my red skin. “Another torture,” I whispered to myself, my forehead frowning deeper than it already had. During that moment, I had averted my gaze from the sky to two girls that I shamelessly witnessed as they were burying their heads into an idle talk. Something bothered me or rather, influenced a feeling of envy within me. I know many boys would have widened their eyes with admiration at the sight of the girls, but instead, my eyes widened with envy as I
A clap of thunder rumbled immediately when his now veiny eyes collided with those harvested by treachery — poison and cold darkness. David felt his chest tightening and he could not breathe. The papers in his hands trembled, some falling on the floor with a silenced, pitiful whine. “This…!” “Your new job!”Mr M intruded on David who could not release words from his quivering, dry mouth. The man’s voice rumbled throughout the dining room, making David’s muscles tighten with fear — afraid to even land his eyes on the one speaking. “New job? W-what…why are Travis’s…pictures…?”David calculated and investigated quietly, his trembling voice dropping into a whisper. He was paralyzed to the spot and could not move his body — he felt cold air bite into his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. His tear-filled eyes darted around, landing on anything possible — from his shaking hands to Mr Sok whose face showed no emotions. Confused, David felt his world start to shake — he felt like he
[CHAINS AROUND MY NECK; DELIVER ME FROM HELL]The wind firmly cried as David stood there, his eyes filled with burning fear while he stared at the gigantic house that was covered by pulsating, crimson-red lights — each blinking as if warning him to go back where he came from and if he were to enter, he’d not come out alive. “RUN!” A sonorous voice in the chambers of his head whispered but he could not move an inch of his body. He stood still as he continuously exhaled deeply. His hands were shuddering deep in his pockets — he was now counting past 51. “RUN!” The same voice advised but once again, David dared not to move — he felt his hands heavy and could not lift any of them. He did want to turn around and leave, and never come back but the longer he looked at the lights blinking in his direction, the sweeter the spell became as it travelled through his head and to the back of his skull. He could take a step back and walk away but he knew the consequences that would come with tha