"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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"Should I fix you or accept you?"
Kang Youra POV: Queendrome Of Ghosts
Though it was late midnight my head drifted away into boredom however there wasn't any desire to sleep away. Instead of staying in such a grubby cafe, there was more of a crave to enjoy.
The sudden want was unexplainable and if I ever tried to it would end up to a wasted rant which stubbornly couldn't have died in my head.
Alas, the newcomer with Jungkook and Jin hurried away after some call about Yoongi forgetting a supposed banger melody and he was in desperate need of all the support to help him in embracing it back.
Such a stupid reason yet these passionate people ran for their lives, if I heard one royal ding donging my phone I would've ditched it, getting scold was better than doing.
Honestly, there was no courage for me to do so; guilt loved taking a toll on me, but I can only be guilty and regret, repaying was something difficult.
You can't be bad or good, you choose one, committing to both is no different than being Janus-faced.
"So..." Taehyung offered me to do the speaking instead of dashing away too, another shot of guilt ran over me since I didn't think I would do that if roles were reversed.
Damn, why so sentimental?
Now I was just begging to be in a void state to prevent myself from future embarrassment.
"Uh yeah so are you sleepy?" That was impressive of me to even speak, but was it the right choice? No clue.
"I don't think I can if I know that I've put someone to sleep forever, immortal death." He smiled only once while looking at me, it seemed like proof that he wanted me to know that he was normal, however his voice was dead and dry; his whole body drooped down.
"Oh,"
"What about you?" His head bobbed to the side with a drained expression after he sighed.
It was so peculiar to see him drained out, normally he was drained in youth.
"Um, I have no plans to go home right now." Forcefully, I made a plan on the spot.
"Alright,"
"Yeah..." I affirmed him however then he spoke a little faster than me and beated me, cutting me off.
"Well then, come over to my place." He got up immediately, his keys wrapped around his fingers jingled, I held my breath ruminating about the suggestion and decided to dive into his plan: however after clearing one doubt.
