An unusual collection of fluffy, funny, romantic, smutty with a subtle hint of kink Bangtan stories.
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
1. Handle your feels well
2. Don't read in a public place if you don't want people to think you're a crazy person giggling all by yo...
author's note; THIS IS ANOTHER SEQUEL TO in The Mood For Love Pt. 2 & Run. I DECIDED TO WRITE ANOTHER ONE BECAUSE WHY NOT? 😉 THIS IS GONNA BE THE LAST SEQUEL THO.
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The Final Temptation
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"Fallen"
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It rained all night. The air was cold and dry. The dampness of the earth had a certain smell. I opened the door and gazed into the stillness of the night. Chills ran down my spine, in the darkness, I feel like someone was staring back at me. I took a step back, closing the door, I set all the locks in place but I never felt safe even with the deadbolts at my door. There was no safe place for me to hide. They always find me. At my weakest point, they come and they whisper in my ear; temptations that are too good to deny.
"Come.. We're waiting for you." He said, an empty soul staring at me, his hand stretched out towards me.
I know who he is, who he used to be. He was the one who lied. The one who wanted affection and so he hid the truth behind his beautiful words and deceived people.
Cold sweats broke through my skin. My eyes shot open and I cried, hugging myself to calm myself down. These nightmares kept coming back, controlling my mind. Whether it's day or night, I don't feel safe. What's even worse is that it's scarier with my eyes closed because that's where fear come in from the darkest corner of my mind.
Because the monsters live in me, inside my dreams; they are me and I am them.
When they left, I thought everything was finally going to be okay. I started to live a normal life. I stopped taking my pills. I went to work, talked to friends, met my family every weekends; I was normal. I thought I was but then one day, I was pulled back into the place I feared the most. I was once again caged inside my own fears, like a butterfly without wings.
"Hey, you going home?" I ran into my friends from work. "We're going drinking to celebrate our project's success. Wanna come?"
I shook my head and made up a valid excuse, "I have plans tonight with the family. Sorry. I'll be there next time."
"No need to feel bad. We all understand how relatives can be so annoying." She patted my shoulder lightly. "Well then I'll count on you next time, okay? You promised."
I smiled and waved goodbye as they went on their way. How I wish I really had plans but I had to refuse. I can't get drunk. Once I do, I'll lose control of myself and they'll take over again. It happened before.
