Unsatisfied with the world and guilty of sins, Kim Taehyung commits suicide only to find himself alive again...but is he actually alive though? The evil world which he wanted to leave, he can longer escape unless he completes certain tasks to save h...
This single moment defined him. Was he worth it to stay? Or would it be more welcoming if the icy, endless water engulfed him? He weighed his options and found that he had sinned more than done good. The decision was made.
With a breathe he mentally let go everything that drew him to this realm. He stared off in to the distance; the scenery looked like a painting, almost unreal in a sad demonic way. To him all the beauty was gone in this world, there was none at all. With all the courage his cowardly body held, he broke into a run. His heart pounded and he knew it would the last time it would pound; his body ached and he knew it was the last time it would ache. He reached the edge and jumped. He felt like he he was flying for a second but then he was falling, the wind tearing his face. Then he felt it, the arms of the dark, cold ocean welcomed him. He embraced it. In distance he could hear faint screams. A small bubble escaped and rose the surface while he sunk deeper into the bottomless water. And that was all that left of him, a body. This was no longer Kim Taehyung
....Deeper....
.....deeper....
.....deeper....
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Black. Everything was black until he slowly opened his eyes. The gray stormy sky was the first thing he saw. He let out a long groan and struggled to get up. Am I really dead? Is this hell? His mind was racing with these thoughts. Frantically, he scanned the surroundings. It was a long dark alley. A dumpster stood next him, spreading its putrid breathe onto him.
"Ah shit I've made it to hell", he cursed out loud.
He leaned against the and worn out wall and sank down to the ground. With his knees against him he hopelessly put his head in his head and sobbed. Tears poured down his face. This went on a for a while until he tasted blood. His head jerked up from his hands, pupils widening. He quickly examined his hands, eyes still enormous. He looked afraid...of his own hand. It was covered with blood, his own and his father's mixed together.
"No...NOOO", he screamed. "WHY IS THERE STILL BLOOD ON ME? I'm dead! Why does my body still ache? I'm dead! Why do I still have a body? I'm dead! Why-". He desperately looked around him for a reflection. He found a puddle and peered in with fear. Once he saw the reflection he gasped and continued his sentence. "-am I still Kim Taehyung?". He stepped back, tears in his eyes and looking perplexed. Never in his life was he this confused. Was this life though? Or afterlife? "Am I still alive?" He asked himself. After a bit of pondering he decided someone must of rescued him before he died. Why put him in a dark alley though? With the decision to look around, he limped out of the alley.
In the next narrow street there were small stores all lit up with '식당' (restaurant). He clenched his stomach as it growled, begging for food. Giving in, he approached one that said 셩스 식당 (syeong's restaurant), which he recognized from visiting it often in his trainee years. When he walked in, a man ushered him to a seat in the corner, taking quick glances at the patches of blood on him. The restaurant was empty and dead with a TV droning on about the news. The man gave him a menu and he grabbed it eagerly. The waiter walked to an attractive young lady behind the counter. They were the only two working. He leaned in and whispered while glancing suspiciously at the costumer. After picking the food, he put the menu down and saw the waiter and women whispering. They're probably talking the blood on me. They probably think I murdered someone. Well, that is what I did. He clenched the table and tried shrugging it off. But, what if they called the cops?
Suddenly the TV announced, "BTS member Kim Taehyung committed suicide". The screen showed his dead body, blue with the life sucked out of it. 6 boys crouched around it, bawling. He let out a gasp as he saw this. His eyes expanded and he froze. His thoughts were racing and sweat was pouring down his face. I gotta leave, he thought. But he was frozen.
"Let's call the cops," the man suggested. "I don't know what's happening but he's supposed be dead"
The woman nodded in agreement, picked up the phone and dialed. A man with a low voice spoke, "Hello. How may I help u?" The woman answered, "well there is..." she paused and turned to look at the costumer. She dropped the phone and let out a scream with the cop still on the line. She was shocked, he wasn't sitting there anymore, he was gone. He couldn't have gone out the door, the bells would've rung. The waiter and women were perplexed and stared at each other, unable to comprehend what happened. The man in the phone was still on the line, "Hello? Ma'am? Are u alright? Hello. Hello" but no one heard him. The waiter brought out 2 bottles of alcohol. They needed it. Soon, they were drunk and convinced that the previous events never happened and they were just seeing things.
He stood outside the restaurant, breathing heavily. What happened? So apparently he IS dead. How is am here? Just moment ago he was seated inside at table. How did I get outside when I never got out of the chair? He was so confused. "What am I?" he thought out loud. Suddenly he heard police sirens heading this way. He gasped and panicked. He started broke into a run. No they can't catch me he thought. They'll ask me questions even I don't know the answer to. He ran into the dark gloomy night. His aching body wanted to stop but he had no other option. He kept running and running and running...tears flying out of his eyes.
