The DEVIL [JJK+KTH]

|46| Red blossoms in a Swallow's nest

Book2

Chapter 46: Red blossoms in a Swallow's nest

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Music rec:
• 3:00AM - Losing Hope
• Wait - M83
• Say - Ruel
• Astronomy - Conan Grey
• Anchor- Novo Amor
• Sunsetz - Cigarettes after sex

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Life, was indeed such a frail little thing. Hold it up too close and it would shrivel to dust. Hold it out too far and it would trample itself without a flicker of knowledge.

Such fragility. Such danger. All for but a gentle blossom.

There were no more far-fetched stories of the West or intricate poems of the East, to glaze the lips of those deceased.

The dead, would remain dead.

And Kim Taehyung was a dead man.

Atleast, that's what he believed, for this calmness, this purity, this moment of clarity and peace, couldn't be a part of him if he were still alive.

He certainly should be dead.

He should be.

But his nerves tingled. A nostalgic string of white, sewing him up tediously without a break.

Taehyung lowered his heavy eyelids, hand reaching out to the string that shied away from his touch, quivering and recoiling, as if complaining for its work being interrupted.

Amused, Taehyung put his hand away, snickering lightly to himself.

He pushed himself to sit upright, his ribs releasing an awful sound and the white string began dancing wildly, hissing and recoiling, wanting him to lay down to rest, but Taehyung readily ignored the glow string, swatting his hand over.

He struggled to reach to his feet and when he finally did, he wobbled like an infant learning to walk. It didn't hurt, but it was just as frustrating to waiver with each step, trapped in a frame no better than a leaf in a storm.

His legs shook under the weight of his torso, unable to hold up anymore, his knees buckled, toppling over and landing on his face- or so did he imagine.

The murky dark colored ground underneath his feet, rose to half of his height within the split second and cushioned his fall. The very same ground that had grappled his legs and swallowed him, in all those countless nightmares before, seemed to be a lot more tamer than it ever appeared.

Taehyung raised his head and his eyes immidiately darted to the flicker of red around his slender wrist. The red flicker ran down back to the ground and spread far away into the abyss ahead.

Taehyung clutched onto the faint red, examining the stationery glow that didn't shy away from his touch unlike the white string. He gently caressed it, coiling the soft, pliant crimson thread between his fingers.

He then looked up, the abyss painted to a small patch of fields that Taehyung held too dearly in his little heart. A memory, he couldn't afford to erase.

The murky abyss disappeared behind his back, brightness invading his vision. The green rice crops moved in a haze, sunlight glistening off of its slender blades. The air, felt just the same as he remembered it. Light and pleasant, filled with a calming scent of earthy mud and fresh grass.