[CONTENTID1]Intertwined[/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2]One[/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3]"When two corrupted souls collide"[/CONTENTID3]

[CONTENTID4]One little thing.

A meaningless mistake.

One wrong step. And your life will change forever.

It was raining that day.

As if the sky was weeping the death of his parents.

People came and went. They told him nice words. They kept saying that things will get better. They gave him their cards asking him to call them if he needs anything.

They pitied him.

They felt sorry for him.

Sehun hated them all.

He wished they would go away and leave him alone.

Refusing to show them his tears, Sehun stood there, witnessing the funeral of the only family he's ever had.

He couldn't even say goodbye. Not when they were alive and not when they left him. He could only touch their cold skin and pretend that he was bidding his farewell.

"I am sorry I was never a good son." Were his last words to them.

They offered him everything and he practically gave them nothing in return.

The drive back from the funeral was longer than it really was. Sehun suspected that the sky was gloomier than his pitch black heart.

The rain kept pouring thick and persistent. Maybe it will be generous enough to wash away his miserable existence. But Sehun dubted so, nothing could ever get him out of the pathetic shell he put himself in.

Once he reached the mansion, he dismissed the butler and sat on the stairs. He didn't have the energy to go to his room. He didn't even want to be here in the first place.

Everything felt wrong. And it wasn't only his parents' accident and eventual death.

Sehun's head was all sorts of messed up.

He didn't know why he was angry at people feeling sorry for him. He was indeed pathetic. Pitiful. Miserably corrupted.

It's been a long time since he became a living corpse. Nothing really mattered. Except for piano perhaps.

Remembering his only solace, Sehun got up and went for his only friend. His fingers moved effortlessly on the keys playing Chopin's Etudes. For a moment, Sehun imagined that he was no longer here. He was floating somehow in the world where everything felt brighter and better.

The music took him somewhere he could only imagine. The tune filled his head with endless possibilities. Nothing was hard for his piano to accomplish.

Ever since his childhood, it was only the piano that made him feel a notch better than usual. When he played, there was no gloomy shadows that descended on his head like a whisper of death.

It could make him feel free. Even if it's for a while.

The phone rang with his manager’s ringtone and Sehun ignored it. He made the mistake of transforming his passion for piano to a career. Or his parents made him.

He’s the famous brilliant piano player in the eyes of everyone. But to himself, he was just a loser who leaned on his talent to earn solace.

Leaving the house, Sehun wore some thick clothes and a disguise opting for a walk in the rain.

His butler insisted to go with him but Sehun shut him out. He didn't need a baby sitter, he was old enough to take care of himself. He still forced him to take an umbrella anyway.

Sehun threw it as soon as he walked away from home. He stopped and threw his head back savouring the droplets of rain that soaked him in no time. He opened his arms and enjoyed the endless little dots that washed his face.

If only they can cleanse his heart as easily.

Sehun continued his way after a while. He didn't know how much he walked. He only knew that he was getting too far from home. He possibly wouldn't be able to find his way back.

It didn't matter.

He can at least pretend that he's free for some time. He was always a prisoner in that house. Every move he took was calculated, criticised and counted. His manager, his butler, his dead parents, everyone who knew him were counting his every step.

Sehun was never a free person. Not really.

He didn't mind though. It's not like he could do anything with the so called freedom. He was a hopeless case. He didn't belong anywhere.

He loathed everyone and everything. Himself included.

The street he took was so nosy. It annoyed him and he had to opt for an emptier ally. With some help, he will find the main street and take a taxi home.

Or he could keep walking some more...

An uneasy feeling shot inside his being with unperceived alarm. The urgency to run was too strong, Sehun couldn't even deny it.

His instinct was too strong, he didn't dare to go against it.

Too late.

As soon as Sehun gave in to his legs, a hand captured him from behind making him jump from fright. Before he could scream for help, another hand was shutting his mouth. And nose...

What is this smell?

Before he could even make out his surroundings, Sehun was losing consciousness.

Oh no...

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A terrible headache was making it hard to even open his eyes. So Sehun laid there for a while long