"A thousand bullets pierced right through yet he's still here, stronger than ever."
When a realm of ghosts decided to fetch back what they used to have: Earth, the home where egoistic humans reside absurdly, by perishing it all with a war. An unwill...
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"You die once, live twice, regret forever."
3rd Person POV: Seoul, South Korea
Distress was a tiring fluid that flooded Taehyung's office while Yuju and Taehyung were resting. No one spoke but their sighs were present.
"Why is it so hard?" The inexperienced girl whined which made Taehyung frustrated, sure she had no experience but she lacked a sense of maturity.
Profoundly, it would be a lie if Taehyung didn't have a persona similar to Yuju's but he never allowed it to tingle with his profession but Yuju lived with it forever. He wasn't strange bit different: he'd had many sides which always depended on the mood.
"So did you find a way to cure Youra?" Yuju stretched out her 'so' in order to sound more conversing yet all she got was a soft laugh from Taehyung.
"You do know that it doesn't take only one week to help a critically ill patient?"
Though Yuju only worked for barely a week, it was too much for her. She wondered more about Taehyung coping with being a doctor than saving Youra.
Awkwardly, she allowed herself to release herself from the cloggy chair that she was glued onto, her chest rising up as she stole a breath. "Well, I have plans with my friend. I'll see you tomorrow!"
Her hands slightly rubbed onto her pants to pursue the job of an iron so she could leave perfectly, that was her objective but to Taehyung she looked silly wearing multicoloured clothes in such a condition.
"Yeah. Also, don't be offended but you look so skinny! Aiya! Is food a joke to you?" She claimed to Taehyung that didn't judge her openly- he had questions but no hard feelings- and she threw a ramen cup across the room. It landed on his desk.
"Thanks?" It was more of a question than him appreciating her. His eyes stared at the junkfood, the smell contaminated the vacant room precisely.
"Imma go! Bye bye!" She waved her hands to bid a goodbye after that she grabbed her backpack and left the room.
"Two more minutes." That was fixated in Taehyung's head but it turned out to be longer, much longer.
The uncomfortable man yawned for the millionth time, unlocking his buttons and untucking his shirt to make himself at ease. Drowsy, he collects the traction to close the computer; he was about to drift into a deep slumber.
All his necessities became a guilty pleasure: sleeping, eating, even breathing to an extent. He shutted his burdensome eyelids and snoozed.
