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Cute TaeTae: Alien pt. 2

"Yes, um... I don't know why, but while I was with (Y/N), my heart could not stop beating."

And that was the last thing you heard before you safely landed in a tree, without him.

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"Taehyung!" you screamed, searching in the tree. No, no, no, no, no. "Taehyung! Don't die on me!" Sudden tears rolled down your cheek and you began questioning why you cared for such a weird person.

"Taehyung!" You give up searching in the trees and you make your way down the search the ground. You continue to call his name, but it's still silent.

You see a body like figure lay on the ground behind the bush. You run towards it, your heart beating as fast as lightning.

"Taehyung!" You jump over the bush like an Olympic track runner and check for his pulse. There was none.

"Taehyung!" And you collapse on his body, sobbing and shaking from fear. You hear a tiny groan.

"Yah, you are pabo. An alien can't die from a fall that small." Your eyes practically bounce out of their sockets. You wipe your tears and sit back up straight.

"Y-you, admitted... I-it. You are actually an alien."

"Well, you can suppose since I just said it aloud and I can't erase your memory from it. Or can I?" He growled a bit and raised himself up, figuring his hands as claws and snarling. You scream. "Hahaha! You are easy to laugh." (Grammar is on purpose)

Your screaming fades and you punch his shoulder. But then you remember how dead of a pulse he had.

"B-but your pulse."

"Pardon?"

"Your pulse was completely dead."

"What is this thing you call a pulse." You felt like a gust of wind had just blown you away.

"You don't have a pulse do you."

"Well, considering the fact that what you call a pulse is unknown to me, I can figure that I do not."

You sighed in relief. "So you gwaenchana?" He nods his head.

You let out another sign of relief and fall back with you arms spread open.

"I really thought I lost you for a second."

"Well you can't lose me, I am not your object." He said, defining "object". You laugh at how old fashion he sounds.

"By the way, why did you come to earth." You whispered, trying not to take any chances of anyone else over hearing.

"I don't know actually, I can't remember much about the mission after the fall. But all I could remember is that it was for an important reason, and I have a deadline."

Important? Deadline? "Just how important?"

"Like someone's life important."

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I was thinking about this as I wrote this. Should I make this a book? Don't worry, the chapters will still be here. But I'll transfer the words to another book to continue it their. Should I?

Anyways if you don't care about the question, let's continue.