❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ❞

*𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯*

Distant soothing echoes of a piano being played rung throughout the brilliant and gaudy hallways. The velvety white colors blended elegantly with the golden-dipped chandeliers strewed across the ceilings as their tear-shaped glasses dangled from them; the light reflecting off of it inducing for varied colors to show, varying at every individual angle.

Light and hurried footsteps resounded in the lavish hallway as a youthful man was seen walking towards the remote parts of the manor. The boy's handsome face scrunched up in outrage as his teeth grated together in a snarl. Eyes that look as if they were on fire flashed to the broad portrait of three people—one male and one female adult gorgeously gowned—with there being a younger, much more inscrutable boy in front of them, his (E/c) eyes boring holes to anyone who looked into them.

Catching the sight of a lone glass vase on a stand next to the other wall (Y/n)—in a moment of bitterness—trudged towards it and snatched it, his blazing eyes lit aflame with resentment as he flung it to the painting. Once colliding against the portrait, the vase shattered; its split pieces shooting in varied directions, settling in various areas and some other stands. However, one shard of the cracked glass flew towards (Y/n) and cut across his cheek, slitting it deeply, making (Y/n) hiss in agony as he held his injured cheek—which was now bleeding—in trivial discomfort.

Letting go of his cheek (Y/n) faced back at the portrait, hoping to see it scratched or torn only to see that it was not what he had anticipated for, and instead, it was still in mint condition; two ruthless and greedy adults clutching securely to their heir. For that was the only thing they ever saw him as; someone who was there to keep the family legacy going.

Snarling at the undamaged picture in profound revulsion, (Y/n) clenched his fists simultaneously and raced further away from the grandiose celebration of the launch of their new product that was going on a few doors away from him, loathing every single square inch of the mansion as he headed towards his room.

Grasping the golden curved door handle rigidly, (Y/n) jerked it open and stalked inside, the door closing briefly behind him with the only noise heard being a light 'click'. Leaning against the polished wooden bedposts, (Y/n) moved away the stray hairs that fell from his perfectly sculpted gelled hair in his flash of rage and prejudice, his eyes teeming with small incoming tears as he dropped from his stand and onto the floor—which was carpeted.

Hugging himself closely, soft sobs slipped from his mouth as the darkness of his room enveloped him; essentially like it was trying to swallow him alive in his hour of misery. The closed curtains that always shielded others from watching his painful times overflowed with yelling and abuse—still closed securely together, suppressing (Y/n) from observing the moonlight that yearned to spread and hug around his crying frame.

After a minute of nothing but reminiscing about agonizing memories and crying, (Y/n) sat up and dried away his tears—his heart permanently closing after the few, but beautifully made memories of him and his newfound friends playing together freely like ordinary people, laughter transmitting to one another as they did things that his sperm donor would deem 'unproductive'.

Leaning against the front of the bed frame (Y/n) hugged his legs close to his chest, covering his numb expression by notice from behind his thighs. Silence followed soon after as (Y/n) could no longer hear the charming melodies of the piano being played by the pianist; no longer able to hear the malicious delight of his 'mother' and 'father' being addressed to him as he stormed out of the ballroom quietly.

Gotta keep face, they said.

Pounding his fists against the bed frame, (Y/n) glared down harshly at the strands of (E/c) hair that recalled him so much of his detestable father. Gripping harshly his hair (Y/n) abruptly stood up and hastily strode towards his walk-in closet. Drawing the doors open harshly (Y/n) stalked inside and tugged open a small cabinet and ran his hand broadly around, hunting for a minor item.

Once his hand touched the frosty sensation of the article (Y/n) gripped it and pulled it out, staring at the metal lighter with serious eyes as he flipped open the cover, turning on the engines as a narrow flame reflected off of his eyes.

Stepping out of the closet without closing the doors (Y/n) nudge open the balcony doors and walked outside, sealing the doors closed as he faced the moon; the grasp on his hair not slackening.

Turning on the lighter (Y/n) neared it to his hair, not caring what it would do to him. All that mattered then was that his abominable hair was annihilated from existence and forever away from his sight and presence. Only that—(Y/n) determined—would make him feel alright.

Nearing it to his hair, the surges of the repressed fire almost grazed his hair before it slipped out from his hand and hurled down to the ground beneath him, landing in a small bush that minimized the impact sensitivity. Plunging to the ground in despair, a resounding wail of anguish escaped his throat as more tears left his locked eyes, his form curling as loud sobs were heard throughout the sequestered area.

After a few minutes have passed, (Y/n) screaming ceased down into sober sobs as his hands gradually moved towards his hair, now understanding what he was about to do. Caressing his silky hair gently, quiet 'sorry's' left his mouth after sobs, his hand going into circular motions around his hair reminding him of a special someone.

Smiling tenderly at the recollection of his grandfather (Y/n) sobs went down to silence as he twisted his coiled body around to glance up at the moon, not minding the expanding fire that was developing under his balcony. Sighing a sigh of alleviation, (Y/n) anger silenced down into nothing, leaving a slightly contented smile on his face as he thought about how much hardship this would do to both his mother and father's esteemed manor.

'Deal with it, assholes.' Getting up (Y/n) went back inside his room as he calmly drew up the skateboard that he stashed away in a loose bathroom floorboard and carried it under his armpit. Strolling over to the full-body mirror that was beside his bed on the other wall (Y/n) restored his disposition and made himself look more presentable. Flashing himself his signature charming smile (Y/n) smiled to himself.

Walking out of the room as the fire spread to his balcony (Y/n) coolly sauntered down the hallway as wails of surprise and fear could be gathered coming from the ballroom and reaching his ears, but (Y/n) didn't react to them. Instead, (Y/n) picked up his phone and dialed the fire department.

"Hello, what's your emergency?"

"Hello, a fire is presently growing inside the ballroom of (L/n) manor. The one on Golden Street."

"Thank you, we will be there shortly."

Ending the call (Y/n) tucked away his phone inside his rear pocket and raced outside in the garden in wide strides. Throwing his skateboard aside under a bush, (Y/n) ran back to the ballroom and ran down hallways as the shrieking of the trapped guests could be heard louder and louder the further (Y/n) went down the hall.

Breaking the glass of a nearby fire extinguisher glass case, (Y/n) didn't acknowledge the pain in his elbow as it bleed from the glass and instead concentrated on seizing the fire extinguisher as he proceeded running down the halls. Seeing the massive burgundy doors (Y/n) burst open as his face almost met with fire before withdrawing and turning on the extinguisher, clearing away the fire as he pursued his way to meeting with other people whose shouting reached his ears.

Finding a distressed male with extravagant garments (Y/n) grasped his arm and yanked him behind him, overwhelming the male, making him cease his screaming for help. "I'm here! Go, run out of this room and down the hall and turn left; there you should find the exit! Go!" Not sparring another moment nor question, the male ran down the hall and away from his view, going back to the fire (Y/n) repeated the same things to others as he retrieved a few people from being scorched alive.

After a few minutes of continuous work on the fire, (Y/n) felt the extinguisher becoming lighter; though this didn't dismay him as he continued working on recovering more people and bringing them out of their dilemma. After yelling for anyone who might still be trapped for about a minute, no feedback came, which made (Y/n) conclude that there was no one else in the ballroom. Running away from the ballroom (Y/n) was about to head out of the room only for the deafening wail of a high-pitched voice to reach his ears, making him pause and rotate around to where the voice came.

"Mommy! daddy! Someone, please, help me! I'm scared—please help me!" The frightened screaming of a child made (Y/n) panic. 'I didn't think a child would be here! I thought I met everyone!' Rushing towards the child, the thundering sound of many fire trucks and police cars was also picked up; this didn't delay (Y/n) as he continued putting out fires with his approximately exhausted extinguisher.

"Where are you?!" Screaming out in desperation, (Y/n) eyes looked around wildly for the shadow of a small child only to see none. After a few seconds of not receiving anything (Y/n) heart beat faster, suspecting the worst; only for the wail of the same small child to reach his way.

"Please, mister! Over here!" Snapping his head to the right (Y/n) ran to where he heard the child and put out any fire that he could. Jumping back as a massive pillar fell in front of him (Y/n) hopped over it before it could be devoured by the fire and saw a little girl there, curled up and crying in fear.

Lifting the girl with one hand and the other occupying the fire extinguisher (Y/n) glimpsed down at the crying child as he continued holding down the fire. "What's your name?" (Y/n) asked her, his voice soothing and child-like in hopes of somehow settling her down in any way probable. Silencing down her sobbing for a moment, the little girl peeked up at him with blue eyes swelling with tears.

"M-My name is Adelia. Adelia Be Sunji." Adelia responded with pride, this making (Y/n) chuckle. "Adelia, huh? Well, my name is (Y/n) (L/n), and I wanna play a game with you." Avoiding another falling pillar (Y/n) glanced down at the girl who now looked more tranquil, evidently having already forgotten what kind of position she was in at that moment.

"What game?"

"The counting game. I wish to see how good you are with counting since I'm smarter than you." (Y/n) explained. Hearing him say that he was brighter than her, Adelia pouted. "No, you're not smarter than me! I'm 10, and I'm in fifth grade!" Sticking out her tongue at him (Y/n) laughed. "Well, I'm 18 and I'm in 12th grade. Beat that!"

"Oh, I will!" Closing her eyes with her hands Adelia started counting from one as (Y/n) hugged Adelia closer to his body and jumped through the glass window, rolling on the ground before standing up and running towards where the firefighters were while Adelia was still counting as she was now on 20.

Seeing the paramedics, an exhale of relief escaped his mouth as they immediately detected him. Once everyone saw the image of (Y/n) everyone began crowding him as shouts and exclamations of gratitude headed his way, a charmed blush extending across his cheeks as no one was injured and no one was discovered dead.

After two hours of settling down the fires, the firefighters came back to (Y/n) with their helmets off as they presented the scorched bodies of both Desmos (L/n) and Lunitidal (L/n). 

(ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ/ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ!)