7th Period is a Secret (Chapter 1/?)
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~Next day~
It’s a typical morning of usuals. He takes the usual route to school. As usual, he’s late. He runs along the usual road, down the usual hill, turns round the usual corner, and follows the usual path that passes the usual cherry blossom tree. Just that this time, there was something quite out of the ordinary.
Beneath the blanket of pink, he sees a figure standing alongside the tree. His dash slows to a jog then ultimately to a wary stroll as he gradually approaches the said person. He sees his head jolt up and he stops, bringing down a raised foot tentatively. He stops a few feet behind the person, careful to keep the other oblivious of his presence.
“They’re whispering.” He hears a husky voice.
Hyukjae’s left brow twitches. What is he saying?
And as if his thoughts actually reached the other’s ears, he spoke again.
“The cherry blossoms . . . as if telling a story. Listen.”
He barely catches a glimpse of the edge of his lips curving upwards; he assumes he’s smiling. He then hears a light chuckle escape from the person before him.
And as if by coincidence, the wind picked up and a plethora of sakura petals took flight from the branches, twisting and twirling in a never-ending dance against the breeze. He took a step back and accidentally stepped on a twig, giving the game away. He looked up just in time to see the other nonchalantly cast a glance over his shoulder, a questioning look etched across his face. Hyukjae’s breathing hitches. He ogled in awe at his shimmering beauty and incandescent, terra-cotta hair carelessly cascading down a slender neck.
Almond-shaped orbs, tinted with a chocolate hue found their way to his own. A few stray auburn locks partially stood in their way but they failed to hide this subtle glint. Hyukjae feels like he’s just swallowed a mob of that hair because no words could find their way out of his throat. He doesn’t know why, but he finds himself mystically drawn to those orbs. Yet they instill some form of trepidation. Those eyes - semi-globular, innocent, almost childlike; they spoke a language that Hyukjae can’t seem to fathom. It’s like they stare straight into his soul.
Hyukjae finally manages to swallow the clog in his throat. He doesn’t know why. But one thing’s for sure.
He doesn’t like them.
Next Chapter | Prologue
A/N: Been 2 months 1 day since I wrote the prologue. *prepares to get bricked* And I don't think I did this chapter justice either. This fic will be based 'loosely' on the manga of the same title, though not all scenarios will be followed. This will be a typical eunhae high school fic which will follow a typical storyline and which will involve typical interactions between the characters. This fic will not be updated fast simply because my schedule's too hectic for me to do so.
And check this out! 8DDD
I laughed my ass off when I saw this XD