perfect for us book 2

Chapter 2

Min YoonGi

I open my eyes and I saw myself, lying in a coffin. I was about to get up when I heard a voice. "Are you Okay?" I turn around and I saw a woman sitting in a chair, petting her pet. Wait no it's not a woman. Her skin is pale and white and her wedding dress has stains of blood. Her hair is like a thread but I can see an open wound on her stomach, shoulder, arm, leg and her forehead. "Ma'am, are you fine?! What happen to you?!" I said to her and went to her in panic. As I went nearer to her, her face starts to clear, so as her body. My eyes widen and I almost scream when she stood up and she covers my mouth. "Please don't." she beg.

I'm sitting in a chair across to her, staring each other. It's so weird so I decode to break the silence. "So, you're a corpse?" I ask to her and nod. "Are you the one who gave me the papers and my old notebook?" I ask her once more and she look at me, nervously. "Yes." She replied. "Why?" "Because you always visiting here, weeping and hurting yourself. You're always doing that and I pity you. I don't want to let you waste the chance of being in love again." She explains to me sincerely. "But why me?" I ask to her and she holds my hand. "Because you need my help and I need yours."

I returned to my studio after I talk to the living corpse. I forgot to ask her name or I didn't mind asking her because she's a corpse. Anyway. I was about to open my studio when I heard Rap Monster calling me. "Hyung!" he said as he tried to reach me. "What do you want from me?" I remove his hands from my arms after I said it. "You forgot about our album this coming August." He said and it hit to my head. "Sh*t." I curse myself and I went to my studio, leaving Rap Monster Hanging. Sorry bout' that hehehe. I look at the papers and I start working for our album.

Chae JunLi

I went to my coffin after I'm done talking with Suga. I knew his name because of the notebook laid on his beloved one's tomb. I lay down and sighed. Why do I have to be alive? I mean why I have to live here? I'm already dead you know. Why do I have to be here? I don't want to be here and what is my purpose here? I hate of being like this. I don't want to suffer. I don't want to be like this. I want to be set free.