A Tweak In Time (KTH) •Ongoing•

▶ Chapter I

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"If it means going over and over the

painful times again just to be with you...

I'd do it."

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It was yet just another tiring day in the life of Kim Taehyung. He would go to and fro between his schedule and came home too exhausted out of his mind. Life wasn't in favour of him, truth to be told, it wasn't in anyone's favour until and unless someone really fought against it.

He wanted to do something that he would enjoy doing and not something that he was obliged to do. But situations emerged, and problems arose causing him to work just to keep bread on the table and worry about his crushed dreams less.

He despised clocks, he absolutely detested them. They made him remember about how much work he has to do and how many hours were left until he had to pay the due bills. Living alone meant immense responsibilities and Kim Taehyung didn't even had the time to enjoy his youth.

As the wise people once said, time and tide wait for none.

So it was natural for him to be angry if someone wastes his time, right?

Pails of water invited her in as she delved further into the blankets of the liquid. Her hands weren't flailing anymore and the will to live within her had diminished just like the weak fires dying down after a strong gush of wind.

Winds make strong fire roar and flourish, and blows out the weak ones. It crumbles down everything that is weak, everything.

Her eyelashes fluttered opened for the last time to see the distorted black shadows lurking over her. The bubbles and ripples were making it harder for her to make out who's who. But it didn't matter now, because she had already cut her ties with her family. A family who didn't care about their daughter's emotions.

Her floating hands came into her line of sight as little air bubbles escaped from her nose. Her porcelain white skin had textures of water tainting over them and her hanbok was swaying with the waves as if she was still well, underwater.

Her eyelids finally closed for the last time and she never opened them after.

But the lush fabric trickling her skin caused her to open them once again. Drenched in cold, lips purple and no idea about her whereabouts, the soon-to-be-wife of the ninth emperor of the Joseon Dynasty looked at her surroundings in dismay.

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"Who the fuck-?"