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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He looked forlorn as he commanded me to go... to run and not to wait anymore. And on that day after, he lost me forever.
- Memory Journal: The King's Court page 18 –
"I can't believe you Seokjin! You came late and you brought a man with you?" His mother's voice rang through the walls.
"He has a name eomma!" He quietly replied.
"I don't care!" She flared up, voice booming. And as she realized her loudness, she cleared her throat then gritted to continue in a lower and colder manner. "You already embarrassed me with Mrs. Xang's daughter, then Mrs. Lim's after claiming you having a soulmate? You should have brought her or any whore could have been enough and not a man!"
Kim Seokjin's fist tightened. His anger threatened to boil in a mindless wild rage, but he knew better. "Taehyung was gracious enough to come. Wasn't it what you want? To have a splendor among the members of the ton?"
"No." She pointed at him. "You don't understand."
"And I told you. I have already found her. We-"
"Shut it!" His mother was quick to silence him it's as if the world shouldn't hear what he was supposed to say. "There's no Multiples in our family Seokjin."
"Really eomma?" A brow lifted. His eyes squinted, piercing.
"I choose to be with this family."
"And I don't." He abruptly stood up, making his mother stepped backwards, voice firm yet gentle. "I don't want to have the same regrets as you mother." His tone changed, cold. "I hope you understand."
"Kim Seokjin!" He heard her seething as he stepped towards the door. "You better let her choose you."
He stilled for a second, hands gripping hard on the knob. He could tell her everything he felt but he doubted she would listen. Even with her lacking, he still loves her. After all, she used to be his gentle eomma intoxicated with filial pressures he once almost succumbed into.
"Have a great night mother."
And without waiting for any response, he stepped out of the mansion's study and to a hall filled with finely dressed people chatting. The place was decorated with the warmth and joy for the incoming new year, yet the chill stung as if he's at the stratosphere, in a hot air balloon descending to it's impending doom. He could feel his heart lurching out from his chest. His skin prickling. His head full of his mother's poison. He wanted nothing else but to jump and pray that he could truly fly.
"Hyung?" Taehyung's deep voice snapped Seokjin back to the reality. And as he lifted his head, a pair of chocolate round eyes were searching through his. "Are you alright?"
