Adagio |Risk Of Life|
The adagio 01

Tired, lethargic, and also lazy. That was what Hyuji felt when he saw the house, ah, more precisely the hell of the world. Residing with both parents and her two brothers was not pleasant enough for Hyuji.

"I came home. "greet Hyuji as he made his way through the stretch of the main door made of large plain dark brown wood. The living room wall of the luxury house is ornate classic with an elegant order. Yes, Hyuji lives within a scope that can be said to be luxurious.

The night was full. But the house is quite quiet, there are only two housekeepers who smile to welcome Hyuji. But a little panicked when they found the youngest daughter of their employer came home with a fairly messy situation.

"Miss, what happened to you?"

Hyuji just smiled and gestured for the two to not have to panic and also worry about him. Hyuji was really tired, and did not want to talk for the sake of explaining anything.

Hyuji climbed the stairs that would connect with the upper floor, where his private room was there. Shortly before his step back, Hyuji looked up with his bead closed, trying to calm down.

But what he saw after the door opened was not pleasant. His second brother was looking through the album that he actually kept in a pretty private place.

"What are you doing here?" hyuji asked with a flat expression.

Don't blame Hyuji if he says rudely to someone older than him. Hyuji was really tired, even fed up.

"Nothing! Just looking through the albums you put in your closet"

Hyuji crept his fingers that were already cold and trembling. For whatever sake, Hyuji was eager to shout at his brother with the worst swear words he had.

"Isn't that too much?" Hyuji tried to calm down.

The older brother stopped the leg that had previously been banging on the side of the bed, then extended his gaze to Hyuji's figure.

"Don't you have to respect your brother? Song Hyuji?"

"I'll do it if you can keep your attitude towards me, Song NaMi?!"

Cold, the atmosphere again became something that Hyuji did not want at all.

NaMi paled, she even came down the bed violently, then slapped a hard blow on Hyuji's cheek.

"You deserve that! Or, you'd rather just leave this world! No one expects you here! You sly little fox!" she replied sarcastically with a smile on her lips, then kicked Hyuji's shoulder with hers and disappeared behind the door of the room that was pounding hard enough.

Hyuji let out a weak sigh, even he never did anything to disturb the calmness of the older brother. They are so persistent to make Hyuji worse in his own home.

Suddenly Hyuji was wide-eyed when he found the one closet he had locked open. Hyuji ran, and his jaw tightened when he found a picture of his childhood with a little man who became his first friend while on vacation at Haeundae beach was nowhere Hyuji put it.

Hyuji's limp body had no energy when he saw the monochrome photo torn into pieces and scattered on the floor, on the side of the closet. Holding back tears in a rush of emotions that want to explode like a mine. Hyuji's steps went the opposite way. The foot was directed backwards until it was pushed to the edge of the bed and his body fell reflected there with wet clothes that were still wrapped in his vibrating body.

Hyuji's gaze returned empty, the photo that had been his encouragement was destroyed. The little man was no longer able to accompany solitude in a decomposed inner embrace.

Without feeling it, one drop of tear escaped from the eye patch.

"Why did he do all this to me?" murmured Hyuji slowly. Cursed to himself.

Slowly happy memories of her building a sand castle with the little man crept back on every inch of Hyuji's memory. How her honey voice when speaking, her dense black hair, laughter with cute rabbit teeth, and also the thinner body of Hyuji, were all still recorded clearly.

His heart suddenly ached, Hyuji crept his clothes right on his chest, enduring all the pain that arose. He still remembers in another memory in his head how his mother forbade him from crying. Hyuji closed the meeting.

Damnit damnit!!

Hyuji cursed himself. Why didn't he just jump in and it's all over today. However, the speech of the young man he met in the twelfth floor balcony again burst out, ringing like a whisper, making Hyuji open a wide bead.

Don't try to end your life again.

Right, Hyuji must hold on. However, there was nothing more pleasing to Hyuji than to torture and hurt himself.

We'll meet again. You'll be mine.

A promise? Should Hyuji hope?

Hyuji laughed bitterly, how could he wish on a man he never even knew. You idiot! there was nothing he needed to expect.

Hyuji stood up, picked up the shattered pieces of paper and brought them onto the medium-sized wooden table he used to study. Reordering on top of an adhesive.

"We'll always be together, right?" he told a photo that was almost arranged. "You used to tell me that you'd always accompany me to play" continued Hyuji with a gentle smile.

"I'm sorry I can't take good care of you! But I hope you're not upset when you find out our picture is a mess like this!"

Hyuji hung up a smile, with an inner wound that felt sore on top of a wish, Hyuji continued his words. "I also hope you don't forget me!" []