monthly day6 * shipweek! book [discontinued]

day3 * past lives!

obsessed!au

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AAAAHH, SORRY I'M LATE BY KOREAN TIME ZONE!!!!!

inspired by the taiwanese web-drama, "obsessed," which is part of a series called "history"

Jae = *
Aka (the dude who falls for the dude and dies)

Brian = ***
Aka (the dude who gets fallen for and who never stops falling for the other dude)

imma try to experiment and write from 1st person POV for once... wish me luck...

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darkness.

that's all i can see as i float through a thick mass of nothingness. i don't know where i am, i don't know when i am... but i do know who i am. and i know where i'm going.

back to the past.

i've been given a chance to relive my past, to change the decisions i made a whooping eight years ago. and this time, i won't make the same mistake.

him.

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i wake up to my alarm, the obnoxious beeping making my head throb for a few seconds. until i realize... i'm really back!! i'm alive! i'm sixteen again!!

i leap up from my bed, yelling out in excitement, and run to the shower. i can barely see anything as i stumble in, no glasses on my face to guide my eyes through the dizzying blurs around me. but i can't care less right now. the soap running down my back is soothing, unlike the tires of the car that knocked me down eight years after this current day. i hiss as a harsh stream of water hits a bruise, but let it slide. i've been through worse. and i won't let it happen again. my future will be better than before. much, much better.

i soon stumble out of the shower and get dressed, straining my eyes to see the colors in my closet. by now, it's almost time to go to school. i find myself walking to the small mirror on my desk beside which lay those glasses brian always used to tell me make me look like a cartoon character. used to tell me i look surprisingly handsome in. bringing them up to my face, i scowl, then immediately fling them to the floor. "aish, they bother me too much... they just remind me of you and your shit-eating grin..." i snarl, dragging my hand through my hair in anger. i don't want to think about him anymore. that's why the glasses have to go.