Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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The King said he loved me and my naïve heart believed him. He's the king. He couldn't be lying, could he?
~ Memory Journal: The King's Court page 2 -
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Only the moonlight passing through the large windows is guiding Dal-rae's vision as she takes off her heels and walks further inside her house. It's quiet. Too quiet. Her footsteps are even muted with the lush carpet on her bare feet.
With heavy shoulders, she plops on the couch and folds her knees to embrace them close to her throbbing chest. She wants to curse it for beating excitedly, even with the sense of depleting air. Her nerves tingles with mirth but her bones hurt. It's like being so happy but at the same time sad.
If she doesn't know any better, she would say that the meeting was something phenomenal. A true fan would squeal with glee and then swoon to unconsciousness. However, she is not a fan. She wants to, but she shouldn't. She must not bare something that would connect her to them. As much as she can, she must eliminate the emotions that persistently lingers for them.
What happened was simply a coincidence... an unfortunate coincidence. She shouldn't have seen him that close nor converse with each other. And above all, he shouldn't have known her name...
Though her soul is beaming with it but the memories of past overshadow her head.
She should remain unknown... an existence that may only live in their dream world... Or better yet on the void of nothingness. If only she could, she should be nameless or at best... dead.
A furry tail swishes on her feet, seemingly comforting her with its cute little meow.
"Haru..." Dal-rae reaches out for the white cat and caresses it as it settles on her lap. "Why did that happen? Why now?" She grumbles to it, as if it understands.
Why indeed? Why when she had decided to move on already?
The cat purrs at Dal-rae's soothing rub.
"Maybe... Germany is not a bad place anymore." She says to Haru while it curls comfortably to it's sleep. "I would miss you, Haru." Her heart aches as she mumbles.
"I would miss you and your friends." She solemnly whispers on the darkness of the room.
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"Jin hyung?"
"Huh?" The eldest jumps as he is startled by Yoongi's voice. It's the first thing that penetrates through his ears after sitting down on their lengthy meeting.
"Are you alright?" This time, Jungkook asks. His brows are crossing. His lips are pouting.
"Where are we again?" Jin asks instead of answering the maknae. His head is still swimming on unrelated things. He could see their eyes squinting, seemingly trying hard to read what is inside his head.
