[WATTPAD FEATURED]
❝Time? Haven't we always defied it?❞
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An eccentric man roaming on the streets of Seoul, looking for a particular something? Moon Yeseul would have been the least bothered about it had he not turned up before her in the most b...
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A lot had changed in the fugacious course of two months. Time— inexplicably antipathetic to Yeseul's dolour— had evolved itself in a manner that guaranteed its survival as the one, true villain of this extremely atypical piece.
Not only did it vanish from before her whenever she barely blinked her eyes, it contrastingly misused its another great power as well— and that too without any hesitation.
The one which allowed it to exploit the laws of nature.
Where time flowed so tardily that even a second felt like an aeon.
And truthfully, that was precisely how the two months had appeared to Yeseul. So swift yet indolent at the same time that she could not catch up with the capricious pace no matter what. In fact, she would have ended up yielding in a jiffy— to time's inconsiderate approach towards her— had it not been for the consistent breather that writing provided to her during all this while.
Frequenting her college club whenever she sensed the exigency— the thought of which she had buried six feet under ever since Taehyung's arrival— had become a part of her daily routine lately. There was not a single day when Yeseul departed from this everyday proceeding of hers. However, that simply did not attest to the purpose of the recourse.
There existed moments of reassurance, whenever Yeseul would discover herself wreathed by people with similar interests as her. That serenity— once pumped into her blood— motivated her to do something remarkable too. After all, was that not what Yeseul had regarded as the most magnetic characteristic that used to emanate from Taehyung's personality? The desire in him to achieve the impossible was incontestably the attribute that shone the most.
This unconventional blend of ambition and yearning, wistfulness and a futuristic stance had somewhat spurred Yeseul into achieving something akin to the man's— whom she adored so much— resolution. Although not as grandiose as liberating a country, but proving herself to the band of people who looked down upon her as much as her immortal enemy— time— did.
Yeseul had unremittingly penned piles of pages while time balanced the seldom-normal progression against its own direct skipping to a week later in a clearly biased pair of scales. Earlier, she used to exhaust her creativity for the dramatics students— who never acknowledged her contribution per se. That was why this instance, she had written anecdotes for her own self.
Her club was immensely impressed with her wild imagination, not having an inkling about the account actually belonging to the non-fiction genre. They readily forwarded it for it to get published in the University's monthly newsletter, and that in turn generated a lot of praise for Yeseul.
Yeseul had rendered her and Taehyung's story in a series of acts and passages, sprinkling her own essence into them by pitching in some events that did not happen in reality, and thereby composing an opus that had had its readers spellbound rather effortlessly. Yeseul felt delighted upon the sudden recognition, but a part of her still remained dampened due to longing.
