Music (part two)
AN : I am not sure whether they will be anyone reading this, but if there is someone .... well, this isnt an easy story to stomach. There will be a lot of scene that well, was impactful and well true to life. Proceed with caution.
She smiled at him as if nothing can harm their little world. She held tight to him when they sneaked out in the middle of the night to watch horror movies as if horror movies were catastrophe for them then. It was. Both of them were too afraid to come back up to their bedroom and hugged one another to sleep on the couch in the living room.
Everywhere she went, he will be there, one step behind her.
Everyone could notice it and news even came to Mr. Jang’s ears. The seldom visit to his mansion brought the view of the two of them sleeping on the couch to him. He realized that he had to do something.
The very next day, Chang Min had to pack a small bag of suit and left the mansion.
“Hey, wake up little kid!” someone roughly shook Chang Min up.
Chang Min rubbed his eyes and then, focused properly on the image in front of him. A man with mustache was right in front of him. He got up quickly and dragged himself apart from the bed. That man smiled in front of him.
“Good. Now, we will begin our training. Change into something you can run in,” that man ordered.
Chang Min decided not to lose a second and appeared outside in his track pants. The man started teaching him the basic of self defense. Everytime, Chang Min felt like fainting, the man will kick him in his legs. Pains jolted in his legs and brought him back into focus again.
“Remember, we can’t lose our attention, no matter what the situation we are in. Lose that and prepare to lose your life,” he barked.
Once again, this time, Chang Min was kicked in his stomach. The instructor was right. Even in the small brain of ten, Chang Min had already knew that Mr. Jang was not someone so simple. Chang Min started punching imaginary enemies and had gotten a slight nod of approval from his instructor.
“Come kid, eat up,” he barked an order and Chang Min skittered to his side.
Gobbling down the food, the instructor pushed a glass of water towards his pupil. It was a sign of affections and he had never will allow himself to portray. Chang Min just grabbed it and drunk it up. Months passed in such a manner. Chang Min had gotten fitter and sometimes, the two of them fought with one another. Their fight always ended with either one of them gotten bloody. In the beginning, it was always Chang Min and he will be pushing himself more the next time. Then, very soon, the both of them will be on equal footing.
And that was when two years had passed.
She smiled at him as if nothing can harm their little world. She held tight to him when they sneaked out in the middle of the night to watch horror movies as if horror movies were catastrophe for them then. It was. Both of them were too afraid to come back up to their bedroom and hugged one another to sleep on the couch in the living room.
Everywhere she went, he will be there, one step behind her.
Everyone could notice it and news even came to Mr. Jang’s ears. The seldom visit to his mansion brought the view of the two of them sleeping on the couch to him. He realized that he had to do something.
The very next day, Chang Min had to pack a small bag of suit and left the mansion.
“Hey, wake up little kid!” someone roughly shook Chang Min up.
Chang Min rubbed his eyes and then, focused properly on the image in front of him. A man with mustache was right in front of him. He got up quickly and dragged himself apart from the bed. That man smiled in front of him.
“Good. Now, we will begin our training. Change into something you can run in,” that man ordered.
Chang Min decided not to lose a second and appeared outside in his track pants. The man started teaching him the basic of self defense. Everytime, Chang Min felt like fainting, the man will kick him in his legs. Pains jolted in his legs and brought him back into focus again.
“Remember, we can’t lose our attention, no matter what the situation we are in. Lose that and prepare to lose your life,” he barked.
Once again, this time, Chang Min was kicked in his stomach. The instructor was right. Even in the small brain of ten, Chang Min had already knew that Mr. Jang was not someone so simple. Chang Min started punching imaginary enemies and had gotten a slight nod of approval from his instructor.
“Come kid, eat up,” he barked an order and Chang Min skittered to his side.
Gobbling down the food, the instructor pushed a glass of water towards his pupil. It was a sign of affections and he had never will allow himself to portray. Chang Min just grabbed it and drunk it up. Months passed in such a manner. Chang Min had gotten fitter and sometimes, the two of them fought with one another. Their fight always ended with either one of them gotten bloody. In the beginning, it was always Chang Min and he will be pushing himself more the next time. Then, very soon, the both of them will be on equal footing.
And that was when two years had passed.