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Hayran Kurgu

My grave was alive, he decorated them with flowers. Every single day. "I was lying in my own pool of blood." J.h Short story. [Editing]

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by milfnation

by milfnation

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I wanted to ask my brother and find out how to use my magic to make you happy.

"How can I make someone happy?" I asked seokjin. He always helped me in figuring out the mess of the magic I possessed.

"Why?" He suddenly turned his head towards me as if it was serious.

"I want to make someone smile." I answered back.

"Well, you should write 'your smile is my world and the name of the person' in this book- ." He says handing me over a red book.

I reach over to take it, but he doesn't give it to me.

"Give to me please!" I plead him, but he nods in disagreement.

"You really shouldn't do this. It has really bad consequences." He tells me, ruffling my hair. "Now go to sleep, kim jihae."

Well he was true, the consequences were really bad.