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In a world shrouded in secrecy, very few know who truly runs the globe. Beneath the surface of everyday life, a hidden organization operates in the shadows, overseeing the economy and managing crises that the public remains blissfu...
Namjoon sent Jin to the terrace, following him and wrapping his arms around him in a back-hug. Jin flinched at the sudden touch but quickly cleared the tears that had formed in his eyes. Namjoon whispered, “Can’t we just, you know, erase that part from our life?”
Jin turned to face Namjoon and hugged him tightly, saying, “I wish we could, Namjoon.” They stayed in that embrace for what felt like an eternity before finally retreating to their respective rooms to sleep.
The next morning, while Jin was preparing breakfast, he opened the ice compartment of the fridge. There, he spotted a spoon nestled within the freezer. He took it out, intending to wash it with the other utensils, and placed it on the shelf. Just then, the author, who had transformed herself into the spoon, regained her human shape and began to shiver.
When Jin turned around and saw a girl sitting there, drenched in water, he screamed at the top of his lungs. The commotion drew every single member downstairs. Namjoon burst in, gun in one hand and a brush in the other, while Tae, Jungkook, and Jimin trailed behind. Jimin’s neck was adorned with hickeys, and Tae and Jungkook had their fair share as well.
Yoongi and J-Hope arrived next, with J-Hope heroically carrying the sleeping Yoongi over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Upon seeing the author, J-Hope, despite his strength, dropped Yoongi to the floor in shock. Yoongi instinctively grabbed the glass that Jin had dropped, still in disbelief, as Jin screamed at the sight of the author in his embrace, falling asleep while guarding it.
J-Hope let out a scream, and just then, Jungkook, Tae, and Jimin made their entrance, their necks still marked with hickeys. However, there was no time for teasing; they were all equally horrified by the author’s presence. Namjoon, gun still in hand, turned to assess the situation.
“What is this thing?” Jungkook and Tae began poking the shivering author with their fingers, speculating, “Doesn’t seem like a human being. Is it an alien?”
Jimin chimed in, “Taehyung, go with him. She came to take you with her.”
Tae replied confidently, “No! I mean, look at me and look at her. Aliens are handsome, okay? You, humans of Earth, have made them into ugly creatures, but they are handsome!”
Just then, the author spoke, clapped her hands three times, and vanished. The other members, oblivious to the seriousness of the situation, started clapping their hands three times as well, all except Namjoon, who realized that this was the author Jungkook had put in the freezer the night before.
“Enough!” Namjoon shouted, cutting through the chaos. He took a deep breath and explained in a calm voice, “That was the author who shapeshifted into the spoon. Remember now?”
Everyone nodded in comprehension. J-Hope added, “The wild author we have! Seriously, I’ve never seen such a wild author before.”
At that moment, Yoongi, who had finally regained his senses, stood beside J-Hope and asked, “What happened here?”
J-Hope shrugged, “You just go to sleep, okay? This dead stone I had married myself to.”
With that, the chaotic morning continued in the BTS household. After breakfast, they regrouped and prepared to head to their main headquarters to uncover the secrets of human trafficking, ready for whatever lay ahead.
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As the chill of the freezer dissipated, the author's body jolted awake, disoriented and shivering. But before she could fully comprehend her surroundings, her soul, a flickering essence of light, drifted away, blissfully unaware of the chaos unfolding.
“Wait! Please, come back!” the body cried, its voice trembling with urgency. Three loud claps echoed in the silence, and with each clap, the soul shimmered like a distant star, moving further into the void.
“Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!” the soul exclaimed, flapping away like a startled bird. “Not human like animal! Shoo away!”
The author’s body sprinted after her soul, legs heavy and heart pounding. “I’m not done with you yet!” she shouted, desperation fueling her every step. They raced through an endless landscape, time stretching and twisting as the chase seemed to last for eternity.
Finally, with a surge of determination, the body lunged forward and caught the soul, wrapping its arms around the ethereal light. “I’ve got you!”
Glaring at her own characters who had all but ignored her plight, she growled, “You just wait! You’ll see what happens next!”
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