still lonely | verkwan

two

Seungkwan's day was pretty uneventful. He was shown around by Hansol and that was pretty much it, really. Teachers gave him catch up work for everything that he'd missed so far (it was the second half of the first semester, after all) but it was useless as Seungkwan already studied it all.

Nobody picked him up from school.

He was used to it, though. His parents were way too 'busy' to do menial activities such as take him to and from school. This happened back home, too. It didn't affect Seungkwan too much because at his old school it happened to everyone else but at least they had a driver. Seungkwan's parents thought that it wasn't worth investing in one because hey, he had fully functioning legs and their house wasn't too far away from the school so why should they?

The walk from school to his new place was twenty minutes long, according to Google Maps. Despite being in New York for four days, he still didn't know his way around. Bare naked trees surrounded him as he ventured home and the air seemed as if it was cold enough to freeze him to death. The sun was setting in the distance, and it was progressively get darker and darker. Unfortunately, Seungkwan didn't have enough sense to bring a scarf with him on his journey to school so his neck was open to the world; it was numbingly cold. He felt as if his head was going to roll off of his body because of frostbite (or something like that).

The further he walked away from the school, the less students he saw. Obviously he already anticipated this due to him (and he didn't want to brag) living in a more affluent area than everyone else. Therefore, it would only be logical that the amount of students he encoutered (if that was the right word to use for this situation) would wane significantly.

At last, he arrived home. His house was pretty nice to him, but not as beautiful as his one back in Korea. In retrospect, it wasn't so much a house as it was a penthouse. After all, he did live in New York, and the city didn't have loads of space. Because the place wasn't so large, his parents didn't see the need for a live-in maid which relieved Seungkwan quite a bit.

To be quite honest, Seungkwan hated being rich. He was incredibly grateful for all he had, and he felt so bad for not being happy with the life he had (especially seeing as so many other people had it way worse than he did) but he wasn't happy. Since he was young, Seungkwan was reminded time and time again that he was to 'inherit the business' and that it was 'his duty'. His older sister became estranged from the family after she declared that she wanted nothing to do with what the family did, and instead pursued a career in the arts.

Of this, Seungkwan was jealous. He had so many different interests and he wanted to look into so many more job paths but instead he was locked and chained up in his family business. Whenever his parents spoke about it with him (because he never brought it up first), they practically guilted him into wanting to become their 'heir' of sorts. They'd bring up his sister, their reputation nationally and globally, how well they'd treated him other the years and so on. Because of all this, he felt as if he he had to do what his parents wished of him.

Seungkwan wished his parents had had another child. As selfish as he sounded, it would've helped him out and he would've had more freedom to do what he wanted to do. His parents made sure that he stayed diligent and focused on his school work. He had to be part of the smartest people in his class, he had to take part in various extracurricular clubs such as tennis and chess, and he had to learn a musical instrument (the piano) to show just how talented he was.

With a sigh, Seungkwan entered his room. It was bare of any photos of friends - they were all back home - and was instead very minimalistic and modern. The bookshelf was cubed in shape, and the white double bed was pretty low down into the floor. A desk was placed about ten metres away from his bed, and it was pretty empty to say the least. All it had was a lamp, and a clock.

The only thing about his room that Seungkwan actually enjoyed was the grand piano. Even though it was a sign of wealth, playing the piano was his passion. He always loved participating in piano recitals (even if his sister was the only person who would attend them), and he loved transcribing his favourite songs into sheet music and playing them.

Singing was another thing he loved doing. Countless times he'd been complimented on his singing voice and Seungkwan would've loved to actually pursue his dream of becoming a singer, but his family was a huge hold back. If they found out that he'd even considered becoming a singer, they'd have his head.

After all the thinking he'd accomplished in the short amount of time he'd been at home, Seungkwan decided to start completing his catch-up work from his teachers. He'd already done all the work in his previous school, unsurprisingly, and his work was finished in under two hours.

However, by the time he completed his studies, it was dinner. Wafting into his room was the smell of meat cooking. They still had a chef (even though she didn't live with them) because nobody in his house was ever around enough to cook and Seungkwan was much too young to 'danger' himself like that. The main reason was probably the fact that his parents were simply never home, really.

All he ever wondered was why they didn't simply send him to a boarding school. That way, people like them would be around him and he'd be in one of the leading education institutions. Maybe his parents didn't trust him enough and would rather him attend a public school.

Nothing made sense to him any more.

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thank you for reading the second chapter!!

i'm a little bit worried that i make seungkwan a bit too worrisome + paranoid but character development??

there was no hansol in this chapter but he'll be in the next one!!

i need to make the chapters longer in length but that will happen when the fic's storyline progresses a tad more!

see you next time! please vote and tell me what you think!!

bye!