"Fire, When I looked around I saw the entire room was engulfed in bright flames"
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For her dreams are no more just an illusion. They were trying to tell something. She is going to find what that story with help of Jeongguk. When destiny cross th...
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“You hurt me I hurt you”
Author's POV
Flashback
Hoseok stepped cautiously into the old, abandoned dormitory, a gust of wind howling through the broken windows, creating a haunting symphony that seemed to echo his own troubled thoughts.
The building loomed before him, skeletal and bare, the once vibrant walls now stripped down to their dark foundations, revealing the scars of neglect and decay. It was an eerie sight, a shell of what had been—much like Hoseok felt inside.
He had come to inspect the progress of the demolition, but with each step he took, heaviness weighed down on his heart. The air was thick with memories, and it was hard not to remember the laughter that once filled this place, the bond he shared with his young master, and the tragic night that had torn them apart.
As he moved further into the building, the light from the fading afternoon sun was swallowed by the growing shadows. With every creak of the floorboards, he thought he heard whispers, scraps of voices that sent chills down his spine. It was as if the building itself was alive, keeping its secrets locked away in its crumbling walls.
A fleeting movement caught his eye, something darting just beyond his periphery.
Hoseok halted, his breath catching in his throat. He turned slowly, scanning the dimly lit corridor.
That was when he saw him—Taehyung.
Or rather, the ghost of Taehyung, standing before him with an ethereal glow that contrasted sharply with the darkness surrounding them.
“Hoseok,” Taehyung's voice echoed, hollow and anguished, sending shivers coursing through Hoseok’s body. His heart raced, conflicted emotions swirling in his mind—fear, sorrow, disbelief.
“Young master… it can’t be you.” Hoseok wanted to flee, but his feet felt cemented to the ground, as if the memories were binding him there. The ghost’s expression was tormented, a blend of anger and desperation.
“You left me,” Taehyung snarled, his voice rising with the weight of accusation. “You all left me! I was burning, and you didn’t save me. You just stood there, watching.”
There was an edge of fury in his words that cut deep. Hoseok felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. He remembered the night of the fire, a chaotic blaze that consumed the dormitory, locking Taehyung inside, and how he and Namjoon had come late. The guilt had never truly faded.
“Jungkook, I—” Hoseok started, but the ghost cut him off, his eyes blazing with resentment.
“Do you know what it's like to feel nothing but anguish? To lose everything and be betrayed by the ones you loved?” Taehyung stepped closer, his form flickering ominously.
