Whispers Of Regret | Hyunlix

Souffrance - Suffering

La souffrance est une arme, on peut la briser ou l'affûter

Translation: "Suffering is a weapon, one can either break it or sharpen it.

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Stepping out of the soothing shower, the blue-haired individual gracefully made his way to the closet, eager to swap dampness for the comfort of fresh attire. The scent enveloped the room like a gentle embrace as he selected his outfit.

Amidst this, a familiar ringtone pierced the calm atmosphere, drawing his attention to the phone resting lazily upon the rumpled bedsheets. With a curious glance, he noted the caller ID displaying Mrs. Hwang's name. With a flick of his finger, he accepted the call, a soft "Hello, Eomma" escaping his lips.

"Hello, dear. How are you?" came the warm voice of his mother from the other end, carrying a hint of concern.

A sense of relief washed over him, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "I'm much better now that I've heard your voice," he replied, the tension easing from his muscles.

A gentle chuckle danced through the line, like a melody of warmth. "Oh, sweet-talking your eomma, are you?" Mrs. Hwang teased, her affectionate tone bringing a smile to his lips.

With a fond smile, he shook his head, a warmth spreading through his chest. "Not at all, Eomma. Simply hearing you brightens my day. I miss you," he confessed, the words carrying the weight of his longing for her presence.

The woman on the other end of the line fell into a brief silence, her voice softening as she spoke, "Me too, son. You hardly ever visit these days. Is everything alright? Hyunjin is always out and about, who knows what he's up to." The mention of the blonde cast a shadow over the younger man's face, his smile fading into sadness

"Y-yeah, everything's okay," he replied, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. "He must be swamped with work, Eomma. Why'd you call?" Attempting to shift the conversation, the blue-haired asked, and the woman on the line nodded before continuing, "Yeah, maybe. Anyway, Grandpa wants to see you. He's been feeling under the weather lately, so he's been asking for you."

Concern flickered across his features upon hearing about the old man.  "Eomma, is he alright? Did something happen?" Sensing the sudden panic in his voice, the lady quickly reassured him, "No, no, he's fine. Just not feeling great. When we were in Busan, I hired a new worker. He's been taking care of him. He wants to see you, so if you're free, please visit, okay?" she gently suggested.

Glancing at the clock and seeing that it was only 7 pm, and with the next day being the weekend, the younger  responded, "I'm free tonight. I'll head over." Hearing this, the woman's delight was evident. "Omo, really? Alright then, Eomma will be waiting for you. Hurry over," she said with a smile in her voice. Smiling softly, the younger assured her that he would be there soon, and hang up

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After bidding his driver goodbye, he watched the car disappear down the long driveway before turning to face the mansion. With each step towards the grand entrance, a sense of nostalgia washed over him, mixed with a hint of nerves.

Making his way up the staircase to the second floor, he approached the ornate door of the old man's room and lightly tapped. The sound echoed through the quiet hallway before a familiar voice called out, "Come in."

Pushing open the heavy door, he stepped inside to find the room bathed in the warm glow of golden light. The old man sat comfortably against the headboard, his silver hair catching the light as he turned to greet his visitor.