Whispers Of Regret | Hyunlix

Courroux - Wrath

La colère est un acide qui peut faire plus de mal au récipient dans lequel il est stocké que n'importe quel objet sur lequel il est versé.

Translation: "Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured"

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In the heart of the tight-knit neighborhood, where houses stood shoulder to shoulder, a sudden interruption broke the usual flow: the jarring sound of a luxury car grinding to a halt. Amidst the close community, where privacy was a luxury few could afford, the arrival of such fancy wheels was as unexpected as finding a pearl in an oyster. As the car paused at the neighborhood's entrance, its path blocked by the congested streets, Hyunjin smoothly applied the brakes, his gaze shifting to Aera beside him, her fingers restless with unease.

With a subtle raise of his eyebrows, the blonde captures her attention. As she lifts her gaze, she finds herself met by his curious stare. The luxurious interior of the car complements the blonde's stylish appearance perfectly, his branded clothing oozing wealth, making her stand out like a sore thumb next to Hyunjin. The blonde appears ethereal, his midnight eyes aglow with the radiant touch of sunlight, his plush lips resembling the softest, most velvety clouds.

Breaking free from her wild thoughts, she cleared her throat. "Uh, I'll just walk from here. Thanks for the ride." With a small smile and a shake of his head, the blonde responded, "Sure thing. Just go on inside. I'll be heading back."

Giving a nod, the girl clicked open the door and was about to exit the car when she turned back. "Are you going back to school?" she inquired. With a firm nod, the blonde affirmed, "Yeah, but I won't be going to class today. I've got to see Lix."

Hearing that, the girl's mood shifted. With a determined expression, she slammed the car door and moved closer to the startled blonde. Wrapping her arms tightly around him, she buried her face in his chest, taking in his comforting chocolate scent to soothe her racing heartbeats. "Hyunjin, thank you for everything," she whispered softly. "I'm going through a rough patch right now, and I really appreciate you being there for me and taking care of me. Now that I think about it..." Lifting her face from his chest and meeting his shocked gaze, their faces inches apart, she hesitantly stared at his lips. "I..... I owe you a lot. Since you're already here, how about coming inside?"

Collecting himself, the blonde pushed the black-haired girl aside, his lips tightening as he murmured, "Aera, I'm not comfortable with physical contact. Please respect that and don't do it again." Ignoring her gaze, he started the car and urged, "Please leave now, and take care."

Aera's heart sank, her determined facade crumbling into sorrow as tears filled her eyes. "H-Hyun, do you really hate me?" she choked out, her voice trembling with sadness.

Startled by the sound of sobbing, the blonde quickly turned his head, unsure of what to say. "No, no! That's not it at all! Please, don't cry," he said, his tone filled with concern. Aera shook her head, brushing away her tears with her sleeves. She placed her palms on his, intertwining her fingers with his, noticing how perfectly they fit together. Pouting, she questioned, "Then why won't you come inside? Is it because this neighborhood doesn't meet your standards and makes you uncomfortable?"

Baffled, the blonde shook his head, attempting to speak, only to be interrupted mid-sentence. "Hyunjin, please, just come with me. Let's grab some coffee, and then you can go," she urged. Letting out a heavy sigh, the blonde reluctantly nodded, his lips forming a thin line. With the girl now beaming with happiness, she hugged him tightly, declaring, "You're the best!" before stepping out of the car and gesturing for him to join her.