The Eleventh Tale

A fragile heart imprisoned in tangled layers of thorns.

It was difficult to approach and difficult to eradicate.

Life was meaningless—

According to him.

It was filled with deceitful people who'd leave others for something else greater of worth.

He rubbed and cuffed his hands together; placing them on his lips and expelling a lung full of air.

She chortled as an admirer gave him a bundle of roses. He scrunched his face, wrinkling his nose, and sneezed directly at the arrangement once the girl had left.

She grinned at him.

Sungyeol frowned at her.

Her grin faltered. She grabbed his cheeks and yanked them upwards.

"Stop frowning and smile once in a while, will ya? It'll only give you wrinkles."

A vein throbbed on his head.