On rainy days
Description
" On the rainy days you come and find me
Torturing me through the night
When the rain starts to stop
You follow
Slowly, little by little, you will stop as well . "
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Choi Sooyoung
" Love may look untouchable, but when you finally managed to touch it, you`ll feel like flying over the could nine. "
Life? No. Hell ? Yeah.
' To survive ' is the most usual verb in her vocabulary, as life has been cruel with her since a fragile age, exactly 16 years old, when her parents died both in some horrible circumstances, leaving her and her little brother alone on this world. Being the oldest isn't so easy as everyone thinks, instead it brings lots of responsibility to take over you.
16 years old - staying in an orphanage, being abused, beaten up, sometimes craving and starving, just because she sacrificed herself to keep her brother healthy. Two years of pain and sorrow had been thrown away when at 18 years old, being a gorgeous talented lady, she got a stable job, stable enough for her to pay the mounthly bills for an apartment and hers and hers brother's studies.
Everything starts to have it's contour when something called ' love ' blossoms in her life.
Hwang Chansung
" Anything can be bought with money, even love . Yes, money can bring me happiness. "
Life has been very gentle to him, practically a game, things may switch and lights can get when you have money, money can turn the world around everytime the owner wants it to, so he could always turn it around if he wanted a car, a cloth, a watch, a motorcycle, even a girl. He can kneel down people, just by snapping his fingers, thanks to his parents that are owning one of the top law firms in Korea, and to his noona, being a young designer, just like her idol, Coco Chanel.
He has no idea what love means, as he has been doing ' it ' any time he wanted to, with any girl, any hour, any place. This thing is called ' having experience ', but for him it's just pleasure, a game to play, nothing more, until the true perfume of love sent her perfume to get under his skin.
Foreword
Taeyeon rolled on her smoothy sheet, placed on her bed, in frustration. She felt uneasy, having this kind of problems at this age wasn't really good, other girls in their 18s would think right now about how their crushed were looking at them today, actually the way he looked at her wasn't different, but you know how a crushed girl can overreact and totally turn the only and one real truth in her own reality; don't get her wrong, she loves the way her Wooyoung oppa smiles cutely when she blushes like a fool, being around him, but still, nothing can take away her mind from the odd thing that happened this after noon.
As thunders boomed and bamed here and there, outside, and the rain digged and slipped slowly on her window, she cuddled in her bed, placing the blanket over her head.
The thing, you may want to know what happened, don't you? You really do? Ow, then we should start. It's about this man, an ahjusshi around 40s, she saw him, his tall features and his black hair, dark brown eyes, it told her he's somehow very familiar, and her heart skipped somehow some beats when he smiled toothly at her. Hwang Chansung, he introduced himself when her brave and curious behaviour pushed her to ask about his name. She wanted to throw away this feeling, it was just her imagination, afterall, nothing more , nothing less, but nonetheless, she couldn't think anywhere else but just at him.
It's not like she's in love with him, he's too old for her, but she couldn't deny he was handsome, yet NO ! , he was too old.
" Taeyeon ah, dear ! " she heard a voice, it spoke out, breaking the fear and the concern around the cave she turned her room in , a dark cave.
" Umma ? " Taeyeon removed her head out from the blanket and watched her mother pushing the curtains aside, lighting the room.
" It's time for you to wake up, hun. " her mother smiled briefly, approaching the sleepy head.
"Did I think about him all the night? " she mumbled in whispers, looking around the room.
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