My father looked up to me, fear in his eyes. "Don't you recognise me, father? I'm here.." I trailed off, seeing that he had closed his eyes and was rapidly chanting a prayer to ward off evil under his breath.
"Meh. No fun." I stopped my prepared monologue and snapped his neck, feeling the crack echoing through the space.
Ohh, this is getting fun.
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A/N:
Double update!
And, Happae Burthdae to the most precious mochi like genius, Min Yoongi! Whether you're Min Suga, Min Yoongi or Agust D or even Min Yoonji - I'll always stan you as one of my ultimate biases (though Hobi is creeping up on me but I'll stay loyal to the best of my abilities keke).
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03 09 | m.yg [seven] √
Fanfiction{Part 7, Ethereal Deaths} A revenge of one who doesn't know the true intention of giving. The tale of the giving tree, of sorts, retold. [Also available on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusionary_dreams)]
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