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weak,
weak,
weak,
one sip- bad for me.
↪ AJR - WEAK
open your mouth and drink it in,
the sin of us all wearing just a grin.
close your eyes, realize that it's just for their gain.
so fxxking faded,
Bred into a world of sterile scents and haywire, colloquial speeches that leave the wonderment of 'will I survive this fall?', shots were fired the first moments bright, round, hazel eyes flutter around the edges of the world. A mother who was buried further into her work than a burrowing owl nesting home, and a father who spoke of grooming and breeding as if it were his duty in life to bring everything to amends meet. Family rivalries that leave the questioning air of 'do I belong?'. Did he? The age of three was the first questioning glances he'd gotten from his father, when scintillating sparks flutter in a butterflies embrace across his hands, bringing shock and awe and wonder to the maid's applauding chorus, to his father's swelling chest and his mother's adoring grace.
Lightning!
The perfection between fire and water .. Until .. The winds starting bending to his will. A toddler standing on the edge of the pier behind the looming manor, reaching up towards the sky as clouds shift and currents bend, as wind picks up until even his father, who had looked at him with the epitome of treasured feelings, was knocked over in his anger induced attempts to get to his son.
Storm. Born from water and earth. The crumble of it all happens beneath his feet before he could even gather the meaning to count. The only thing he could count on was himself. There was no home. Not in the chilling aura of fear that looms in gloomy shades, not in the questioning glances shared between Mother and 'Father'. A wife who had betrayed her husband in the most primal of ways, mating symbols tossed to the side and beds separated. Bedrooms separated. Only knowing the comforting embrace of the stuffed animals that were perched atop his bed. His mother looked at him with disdain, like it was his fault that she was the one who had committed something worthy of the Scarlet Letter - even though those were told to avoid her, as if she was writhing in agony from blisters and sores of the plague.
When he had tried to speak to her last, in a source seeking comfort, he'd had a champagne glass aimed right at his head. Husband and Wife, falling into nothing more than business partners.
They were a duo, despite their differences. Calling one another only when the time arose, working in sync in the sickening sterile scent where those 'colloquial speeches' began. There was something amiss though. Sixteen and his family's name was slew across newspapers, scandals upturning the city as the public demanded recalls on the medicine that his family had worked on. But no one had proof of the misdeeds they had done. No one knew .. Except for one.
Lee Junghwan. Sitting tall in his high school chair, tapping along to the beat of the clishmaclaver that surrounds him, protects him, drowning out reality in a veil of ignorance he held as tight as a blanket. Seventeen, the year he decided he would speak more. The once forced mute opening his mouth to damn his family's name, not caring of the consequences - was it really a family without any love? His mouth was slapped shut by bought over news press and his 'father's' urging for him to get out. Junghwan was sent away under the guise of losing his mind from the reality that his father was not his. They'd sacrificed one family damning secret for another, not wanting anyone to know of the fiberglass shards in the medicine sent out, intended for symptoms of another ailment to arise, the medicine for that.. All in greed.
All of this in greed. Twenty years old, Lee Junghwan was uprooted from his home away from home, from his private school in the outskirts of the city to some forest-y university as an apology for 'being so cruel'. He was being bought over.. What his parents didn't know was that their unwanted son was quite the popular one with a blog, and their story was being written, slandered all across the world wide web. More damning than a city's secret swept under the rug by paid officials. Everyone would know, he just needed time, time to recall his life and remember where he had started. When little Jung had started growing up into the strong willed man he was now.
Lightning!
The perfection between fire and water .. Until .. The winds starting bending to his will. A toddler standing on the edge of the pier behind the looming manor, reaching up towards the sky as clouds shift and currents bend, as wind picks up until even his father, who had looked at him with the epitome of treasured feelings, was knocked over in his anger induced attempts to get to his son.
Storm. Born from water and earth. The crumble of it all happens beneath his feet before he could even gather the meaning to count. The only thing he could count on was himself. There was no home. Not in the chilling aura of fear that looms in gloomy shades, not in the questioning glances shared between Mother and 'Father'. A wife who had betrayed her husband in the most primal of ways, mating symbols tossed to the side and beds separated. Bedrooms separated. Only knowing the comforting embrace of the stuffed animals that were perched atop his bed. His mother looked at him with disdain, like it was his fault that she was the one who had committed something worthy of the Scarlet Letter - even though those were told to avoid her, as if she was writhing in agony from blisters and sores of the plague.
When he had tried to speak to her last, in a source seeking comfort, he'd had a champagne glass aimed right at his head. Husband and Wife, falling into nothing more than business partners.
They were a duo, despite their differences. Calling one another only when the time arose, working in sync in the sickening sterile scent where those 'colloquial speeches' began. There was something amiss though. Sixteen and his family's name was slew across newspapers, scandals upturning the city as the public demanded recalls on the medicine that his family had worked on. But no one had proof of the misdeeds they had done. No one knew .. Except for one.
Lee Junghwan. Sitting tall in his high school chair, tapping along to the beat of the clishmaclaver that surrounds him, protects him, drowning out reality in a veil of ignorance he held as tight as a blanket. Seventeen, the year he decided he would speak more. The once forced mute opening his mouth to damn his family's name, not caring of the consequences - was it really a family without any love? His mouth was slapped shut by bought over news press and his 'father's' urging for him to get out. Junghwan was sent away under the guise of losing his mind from the reality that his father was not his. They'd sacrificed one family damning secret for another, not wanting anyone to know of the fiberglass shards in the medicine sent out, intended for symptoms of another ailment to arise, the medicine for that.. All in greed.
All of this in greed. Twenty years old, Lee Junghwan was uprooted from his home away from home, from his private school in the outskirts of the city to some forest-y university as an apology for 'being so cruel'. He was being bought over.. What his parents didn't know was that their unwanted son was quite the popular one with a blog, and their story was being written, slandered all across the world wide web. More damning than a city's secret swept under the rug by paid officials. Everyone would know, he just needed time, time to recall his life and remember where he had started. When little Jung had started growing up into the strong willed man he was now.
A winded MASQUERADE
Quiet reveries shouldn't fool anyone when looking the stormy, opaque, grey swirls of metallic irises. The mask properly schooled to never let one show just how he was thinking, until, of course, their mouths open and an equally sharp tongue spits back wildfire. Colors shift in the dark at the speed of light, as quick as the personality shift. Head-strong, always putting up a front in save for protecting himself. Uprooted plentiful of times, he'd learned to keep nothing too close, knowing too young that everything had an expiration date, nothing was like the Disney fairy tales he watches on the regular, marathoning to remind himself of the childhood dalliance, the fairy tales are just that, but he could at least indulge in the cartoons and feed from the joy. He was hurt, not jaded... Maybe a little, but green never looked good on him.
lee junghwan
storm
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22 years
lunith
storm
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22 years
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