Mr humility episode 8

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Chapter 8

(Distorted tune….)

Cynthia walked briskly into Chan’s mansion, cross checking everywhere before the caretaker arrived. It had been just over a week since Chan left, and the media had buzzed about his sudden disappearance, and had hounded her excessively, but she was able to do her job and put them off Chan’s trail.

He needed the break he was taking, it was she the one that needed it?

Was she the one that desperately needed to get away from him, and from the way he treated her?

She sighed to herself, as she began to slowly move through the mansion.

“Yoona, I’m sorry. I guess I wasn’t the right person for you to trust to take care of your son.”

She would have to check in on him again soon, but that would mean calling Aster, since she still didn’t want to speak to Chan.

But then whatever she had felt the last time she and Aster had spoken, was seriously putting her off.

Maybe she should just s-ck it up and call Chan instead.

Geez Cynthia! You’re supposed to be the mature and older one! Behave like an adult!

She ran her hands through her hair, then slowly opened Chan’s bedroom. Memories of their last conversation and argument flooded her mind as she entered the room. She took a deep breath, glanced around, and was about to walk out when she s₱0tted a guitar resting against the wall.

Hadn’t Chan taken his guitar? He always had that thing with him. Come to think of it, she had recently noticed that he was using a new guitar.

She moved closer, and upon inspection, she noticed that one of the strings was broken. She ran her hands through it, sighing in amazement.

Oh Chan. Was this enough of a reason for him to abandon the guitar? He had had it for so long. Was this broken string too much of a fault for him to try and fix?

Could he abandon her like this too if he felt like it?

No,she shook her head. This wasn’t about her.

This was about the fact that if Chan wasn’t careful, he wouldn’t have anyone else around him that truly cared for him.

‘Does that mean you would leave him too? You would abandon him if he pushed you away as much as he could?’ A small still voice asked in her heart, and she immediately knew who it belonged to.

“But Lord, we can’t hold on to people who hold us back, we have to move forward. And I’m not saying that Chan holds me back, but…. I can’t force him to trust me, and I can’t even force You on him either. I would have to….”

‘Leave him to the world? How many times have I stayed with you no matter how much you pushed me away?’

Cynthia rubbed her head in frustration. “Lord, you’re not making this easy for me. I’m….not you God. I can’t be as compassionate as you, or as patient as you are.”

‘When last did you pray for him? When did you stop praying, and only start focusing on trying to reach him through your own wisdom? Don’t you know that if you tackle him spiritually, it has more effect than physically?’

Cynthia opened her mouth to answer, but then her phone rang, and she quickly grabbed it.

It was the caretaker, and she hurried out of the room, the words she had just heard weighing heavily on her heart.

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Chan opened up his fanpage, and began to scroll through the comments of the fans. As expected, they were about how much they missed him, some people were sharing videos of his old concerts, others were asking for pictures of him, the likes.

He snorted to himself. Just seeing their comments and longing for him made him feel much better. They could never leave him.

He glanced at the time, and decided to do a little more scrolling before going out for lunch.

But, as he read through the comments and discussions, he stopped in his tracks.

Chansgfbychoice
Hey you guys, I know this is an unpopular opinion, but I’m getting really tired of waiting for Chan to show up. I mean, the least he could do is give us an update every now and then, but he’s just gone radio silent. I know I’m going to get seriously insulted by this comment, but does anyone have any updates about his condition?

300 comments 70 likes. 6050 dislikes.

Chan’s eyes w¡dened as he read the comment. How dare this person say she was tired of waiting for him?! He had only been inactive for two months now! And plus, he could be inactive for even longer than that! And she still shouldn’t have any reason to complain! They were lucky to even be blessed by him! How dare they?! And what the heck were those 70 likes?! So up to 70 people agreed with her comment?!

What the hell!!!!

His hands shook slightly, as he clicked on the comments, his heart thumping in his chest loudly.

Channie💖💖💖

OMG I agree lol. But we’re both probably gonna get murdered by this. But like, he’s keeping us in the dark too much? And there are so many new singers coming out now, it’s getting hærd to stay devoted to someone who isn’t present all the time lol.

Chanisbae

Shut up all you retards, Chan is the best and he doesn’t deserve fans like you! How can you say that after all he’s done for us???

Chan scrolled through the good comments, only stopping to read the bad ones.

LifeofChan

I heard from a friend, that he probably really isn’t sick. What if all this is just a publicity stunt?

OMG lol, that would be sick.

Chan wouldn’t do that.

Y’all are crazy, SMH.

What does he take us for? I have moved on with my life.

Chan really doesn’t deserve unreliable fans like you.

Chan felt his head swirling with the numerous comments he had just read, and he didn’t know when he stood up from the bed.

How….how dare they?

How dare they?!!!

How dare they talk about him like that?!

How dare they talk about casting him away? He was the one that threw people away! He was the one that left people behind!

No one had the right over his life that way. How dare they?!

The root of all this problem was him losing his voice. He opened his mouth, and began to sing, but as usual, his voice was hoarse, and awful.

He didn’t stop, he only continued yelling, and shouting as loud as he could.

“Why?!! Why the hell aren’t you returning back to normal?!!! Aaaaaargh!!!!”

His bedroom door suddenly flew open, and he turned around frantically, to see keep standing at the door, a frantic look on her face.

“Are you okay?!!”

He stared at her, only realizing now that he had been yelling loudly, and would have probably scared the living daylights out of her.

“I’m fine. And you can’t just barge into my room that way.” Was what he meant to say, but his voice was so hoarse from all the shouting, that it was barely audible.

He saw her press her l-ips together, then walk into the room.

“Have you lost your voice?”

He grit his teeth together, frowning as much as possible, hoping she would get the message and leave his room, but apparently she was too clueless to get it.

“Mom and Aster took the cat to a vet. Thank God they weren’t here to hear you scre-ming like a madman. They would’ve probably gotten heart attacks. I heard you through my headphones.”

She sighed, as she moved closer to him. “Try to speak.”

“Get out…!”

“Wow, it’s really bad. I can barely make out what you’re saying. Why did you tell that much anyway??”

Come on!!

Chan felt like slapping himself unconscious.

She left the room, and he sighed in relief, but was surprised when she re-entered a few minutes later, holding a cup of what looked like warm water and some limes.

He grabbed his phone, quickly typed a message in and shoved it in her face.

She squinted at the screen.

“Get…out…of my room?”

Her eyes w¡dened and she looked at him in bewilderment. “Seriously? You’re more of a child than I am Mr Chan. If someone judged us by character, they would think you were the eighteen year old, and not me.”

He bit his lip at her sarcasm, but he had other pressing matters on his mind than her.

She dropped the cup and limes on his table, frowning slightly.

“Fine then. I’ll get out of your room. You can be alone for all I care.”

She then turned around and stomped out of his room.

As he watched her leave, he couldn’t help but think, if it were Cynthia, she probably wouldn’t have left that easily. How many times had he yelled at her like this, and not once did she leave him willingly?

He sat down and wrapped his head in his hands, unable to get those comments out of his head. How could they? Fififi

He opened his mouth, trying to sing again, one of his hit songs, but his voice was still the same.

He felt tears trickle down his face, when he suddenly heard someone singing softly from outside the room.

He stopped his howling, and stood up, walking and opening the door.

He saw Lee still standing there, looking up at him guiltily.

She… hadn’t left?

“I…uh… figured you were trying to sing. You took a break because you lost your voice right? You shouldn’t stress it that way. You’ll only make it worse.”

She twirled her hair nervously, a small blush creeping up her cheeks.

“I…. normally don’t sing for people that easily…so consider yourself lucky.”

“W…why?”

Her eyes w¡dened, as she stared at him.

“Why did I sing? Because I figured that would be the only way to get your attention….”

“W…why didn’t you leave?”

Her mouth hung open slightly, then she bit her lip.

“Why didn’t I right? I guess I am turning into my brother after all.”

He narrowed his eyes at her, then turned around and began to walk into his room.

“I… don’t need your help, or your pity. S…so stay the hell away from me.”

And he slammed the door shut.

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