his fingers tremble as he pours the tea.
to yield could mean certain punishment, an unthinkable fate that seokjin couldn't apprehend. something bad is lurking amidst the shadows.
he just doesn't know what.
but the smiles around him have disappeared.
the love he shared has faded.
and the clouds remain to linger over his head, even if the sky is blue on the outside.
seokjin always wanted to travel to busan, in particular the mountains. the green scenery, the tranquil atmosphere and the view of the sea seems to be too much to bear.
it is.
as he glances out of the window, the salty taste of the sea on his tongue makes him sick. that comforting smell of beaches now just fills his head with nausea.
and there's always–
"mother!"
seokjin immediately fakes a smile as he walks in, half-dressed, disheveled orange hair over this toothy grin of his. it made him sick.
"good morning, my son!"
so, so sick.
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son, my son ↯ bts
Horor❝ chains around my wrists. ❞ ; the fate sealed by god, and the plea heard by the angels. lowercase intended. © SIYA 2017. A SPIN-OFF TO 'MOTHER'. completed !
