Vernon paced aimlessly on the empty hallway, as hollow as his feelings. He wanted to go out, being anywhere but here, but there's a nagging feeling that there's something he ought to do.

His feet brought him away from the long hallway before stepping upstairs, arriving on yet another hallway with two bedrooms, his personal studio, and a bathroom. There were no paintings nor photographs hung on the wall, nor any house plants, and even the wall was unpainted, occasionally full of cobwebs when Vernon was too lazy too care, which was too often to be healthy. Thus, he made a rational decision to hire a maid to clean it up during the period he was in class. It was horrible enough to live on your own, but it's just plain dread living in an unkempt house.

He arrived in front of his own room, pausing in front of the hardwood door before he turned around, eye to eye with another door similar to his, locked and forgotten. He had learned to ignore the abandoned room in front of him day by day.

At first it had been terribly difficult, but when he trained himself to get used to it, it became a routine. His eyes steered away from the door with ease, almost as if forgetting it exists. He pretended to forget, but of course he never could.

Today in particular though, he felt the need to venture, to find out what was that that made him so curious. He entered his own room first, disregarding the neat room thanks to the effort of the paid servant before rushing to slide the last drawer of his study desk open, revealing a mess of random belongings and trinkets from the States. He had specified to the maid to not touch this particular drawer, and the uncovering of the random materials revealed the reason; a silver key on the bottom of the shelf. He retrieved the key, carefully making his way towards the room opposite his.

It was daunting, standing in front of the door he has avoided for so long, but he decided he needed to put his heart to ease and the only way to do so was to unlock the intimidating oakwood door. So he gathered his wits and courage, took a deep breath before inserting the key through the keyhole, and pushed the door open.

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"You draw too? A creative person through and through, eh?" Vernon's busy hand stilled before he calmly flipped the sketchpad close, turning towards the familiar yet not at all welcome source of sound. Seungkwan was in a good mood as per usual. In fact, Vernon had never seen him with a foul expression on his face. Vernon had a theory that maybe Seungkwan was high all the time but even the thought was so ridiculous that Vernon almost laugh ou