Running away is the best thing Beomgyu can do. It will help everyone in the making. His mother, the rats under his bed, everyone at school, Yeonjun, Soobin.. everyone basically.
Beomgyu is like a black cat. The rumour of having bad luck. It's always been there. He's always had bad luck.
This may just be the start.
So there he sat again.
Looking up at the black sky. On that same bench he had never visited for weeks. With a street light behind it.
The street light was making a buzzing noise. It was loud. Beomgyu felt tears prick at his eyes. He's really lonely. The street light isn't helping either.
The playground swing was creaking in the wind. Beomgyus hair was blowing slightly. Covering up his now wet face.
The street light was flickering. The universe around Beomgyu turning black and white. He feels sick.
He sniffles.
"Are you okay?"
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Historia Corta𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦. '𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦...?' [SHORT CHAPTERS]
