An unknown figure stepped into the very dimly lit room.
You wouldn't have been able to tell if it was a small room or a spacious room, if it weren't for the echoing noise that was prompted after the mysterious man dropped what seemed to be a coin the size of a wedding ring.
Because of the quietness of the room, and the still silence that trickled in the air, you could hear the faint breathing of the man ever so slightly.
The intensity of his breathing began to rise exponentially. It wasn't out of fear, it wasn't out of exhaustion, it wasn't out of rage.
It was out of satisfaction.
The man used what was now his gloved hand, to press a button on a small rod that he pulled from his pocket.
The lights that were aligned straight on the rim of the ceiling one by one started to flicker on until it reached the end of a wall.
And there the man stood, hands in his pockets. Looking triumphantly at the base he created, he could now call it-
Home.
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Lucid Loser | Yang Jeongin
FanfikceOye Toshiko has spent most of her childhood ignoring Yang Jeongin's futile attempts to notice him. Working as a personal advisor and assistant for a charismatic politician in Busan, she and the rest of the party remain oblivious to the disturbing fo...
