What happens when a villain falls in love with a hero? Seems like a complicated situation, right? Well, what if in this case there's two villains, and they're both in love with someone who's anything but a hero? Enter the morally complex anti-hero w...
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𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝑻𝒘𝒐 | "𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝑼𝒑 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚"
"Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise." -Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
⚠️Warning, warning! This chapter contains several mature 18+ topics ahead⚠️
-You- I lay curled up on the plush bed, and although I was covered to the brim in blankets with material thick enough to keep a whale warm, my body still shivered uncontrollably. Feverish tremors racked my frame, a likely side effect of three days without sleep. My mind, already frayed, clung desperately to the memories left of Yoongi—my true love, now a haunting presence in my thoughts. It was truly scary what the human mind was capable of, and it tore me to my core knowing the world I was living in. Grief is also not an easy thing to figure out. To me, it felt like I'd be permanently stuck in feelings of denial, anger, and sadness all at once. I couldn't actually believe that the boy I loved was gone. Seokjin and Namjoon's cruel confession also played on an endless loop in my head, a nightmare I'd never be able to escape.
Bells tolled in the distance. 'Ding, Dong! Ding, Dong!'
"Y/n, come back here!"
"No! I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!" I shout, swiveling my head towards the clock tower and running away from the two pursuing me. "I have to get out of here! I'm late! I can't let them catch me!"
'Ding, Dong! Ding, Dong!' The clocktower chimed a third time, becoming distorted the more it rang.
I clapped my hands over my ears as I ran, trying to block out the shrill sounds of the tolling bells. I knew that if I didn't hurry, I would be out of time. The clocktower chimed one last time before fading into a droning, off-key sound and beginning to melt. The clock hands broke and fell off as the clock face melted, dripping down the tower and triggering the others around to do the same. My breath quickened as I raced through the surreal landscape, the ominous chimes of whatever was left of the melting tower echoing in the distance. The two shadows in pursuit closed in with each fleeting second as I ran, the air heavy with tension as my surroundings distorted. The labyrinth of the city was changing shape again. The now-broken clock tower's chimes intensified until time itself seemed to melt away. In the eerie silence that ultimately followed, I grappled with the freakish dance between fear and the few, fleeting moments of this sanctuary.
"I'm late! I can't be late!" I repeatedly screamed. "There must be some way to reverse things!"
"Nothing that an anti-hero can do," a voice taunts me in return.
"You'll become a villain soon," the second one adds. "There's nothing you can do now."
"We will all be together now," they say in unison. "It's been one day."
