It's Just A Picture (BL)
Chapter 31: My life was a mess

Chapter 31: My life was a mess

To others, it was just a picture but it wasn’t ’just’, it was a picture of both of them, and it was all I had left of them.

Though we may never see each other again, I was content with the little I had of them.

That was how my happy days with the twins ended and how I came to have that scar in my heart. My entire being was cursed and my reasoning was flawed.

Things only got worse from there.

I changed schools after being repeatedly bullied as a faggot when I didn’t even know my sexuality yet.

One of my schoolmates had a father working at the police station and spread fake news that I was a sexual pleaser to older guys.

My life grew worse and I switched schools. But news found its way to the new school as well and I was alone. Not that I wanted to be around anyone but I was seriously... Alone.

My grandmother grew ill as well so I had to take up a lot of part-time jobs, and worked my bones off just to pay for her medicine but no matter what I did, it was just never enough.

Grandma told me to give up on her and save for myself instead but how could I possibly do that when she was all I had? The only person who ever stood by my side. The only person who gave me a gentle pat when I was hurting all over.

It was just not a done deal. Yet, I couldn’t even save the only person I wanted to save.

She died a week before my final exams and so, it affected my performance and I ended up qualifying for a low-grade university.

I was depressed and hurt. But I was even more hurt when I found out my grandmother had money she could’ve used to treat herself.

She had it with the neighbors and asked her to give it to me once she was gone.

That money... She could’ve survived with it. Why... Why did she not use it? Why did she put me first... Again? Why was she like that?

Or, did she just not want to live anymore? Ah, it could be that she no longer wanted to live in a world where she had to take responsibility for me.

The cursed child that I was.

These sorts of thoughts plagued me till I finally saw the letter she left.

It was a letter with a few words that said,

"Follow your dreams, my boy. I was already a lost cause so I didn’t want to waste the money on myself. You have a bright future so allow this old lady of yours to make your journey a lot easier down the road."

I cried after reading that letter and cussed myself. How could I have doubted the sincerity of this woman who took me in when my parents had both abandoned me? How could I have thought, for once, that she accepted death just to liberate herself of the responsibility to train me?

I was so ungrateful. The worst.

My life was a mess. No one loved me, no one was by my side and no one listened to me either.

Yet, I tried my best to keep going for my grandmother’s sake and for the twins who gave me courage with their image.

Life was hard, rough, and tough but I finally got to this point where it looked sunny. Yet, this sunny time was slowly getting shadowed by dark clouds.

What if Sungho gave a false claim and said I started it? He was a famous person in this industry and I was there for only two days. Who would believe me? Who would stand up for me?

A tear rolled down my closed eyes. I was scared. Should I really keep going? It wasn’t too late to give up and turn away?

But just as that thought played in my head, I felt a hand swipe away the tear rolling down the corner of my eye and I heard Seojin’s voice.

"Aye, this isn’t good. Hyung is crying in his sleep."

"That crazy guy caused this. I’m going to make him pay."

Ah, those were voices that I knew. They were the ones who helped me back then. Perhaps, they would help me again.

"Oh, look, it seems he’s waking up." Seojun said as I slowly opened my eyes.

They both hovered around me and were the first things I saw after having that horrible nightmare.

"Hyung, are you okay?" Seojun asked.

"We were so worried." Seojin added and I tried to sit up.

"Yes, I’m fine." I smiled lightly. "Sorry if I made you worry."

They both looked at me with eyes of relief and I felt relieved as well. I don’t think I would want to see any other faces than them. They were my sunshine.

"Since you’re up," I heard Taiha’s voice and looked towards the end of the room to find him leaning on the wall. "Could you tell me what happened? Sungho refused to say anything while you were unconscious."

Ah, that’s right. There’s that incident. Remembering it made my body shudder and I got goosebumps all over.

It’s not like he was trying to rape me but the feeling was similar.

The twins saw my reaction to his question and said,

"Hyung just woke up. He needs to rest first." Seojin boldly said.

"I wish he could but things aren’t friendly and unless we get the testament from at least one of them, the attacker and the victim, Seojun will be held responsible for ruining a model’s face." He said and my eyes widened.

Seojun would be held responsible?

Seojun didn’t seem to care one bit and he clicked his tongue.

"At least let me ruin his face completely before holding me responsible." He muttered but since I was next to him, I heard it clearly.

Why did Seojun sound like that? Was he that angry about what Sungho did that his personality took a 90-degree turn?

And in that fight...he looked like he was well-versed in throwing punches. Um, it seems there are some things about the twins that I have yet to learn.

"I..." I spoke up and all eyes traveled to me. "I’ll give my side of the story." I said. "But before that, can I speak with Sungho?"

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