❂Garden

@Sen Mitsuji❂(住吉会)♛ It's just another ordinary day when Seongwu chooses the company of flowers and hedges over those of rowdy yakuza members. It was honestly suffocating being in the house surrounded by talks of demanding money from one person or assassinating another. So, he did what he always did, he ran to the garden. His father had long abandoned the idea of trying to drag him away from his precious plants — if he so long as helped with everything else, what he did outside of the meeting hall doesn't matter — but just as his flower shop was his haven from the​​​​​ yakuza life, the Sumiyoshi–Kai garden was his oasis from the meetings of the gang.

Tracing and retracing every step he's ever made on the trodden path of the garden, Seongwu wondered about its livelihood since it seemed as if his presence was the only one to ever be acknowledged. Aside from the gardener, who he was pretty certain existed, he was one of the few who watered each tree and pruned each shrub. Settling on one of the stone benches which overlooked both the garden and the main building, Seongwu sighed heavily as he observed the tall walls which fenced in the yard. On this estate, everyone knew his identity, everyone knew his connections and the power that came with them. Unless they were new or didn't care to pay enough attention to the workings of the house, who wouldn't know of the name Ong Seongwu? Even if he wanted to experience a sense of normalcy in his life, he for sure was not going to get it here within these walls.