A brunet ran through the deserted forest, ravaged by an autumn too gelid for what the region was used to.
Regardless of the weather, the breathless brunet wore only a light blouse of white silk, torn from the protruding branches of the almost dead trees.
He tried to catch his breath, but couldn't. The only thing he was able to was grab with both hands the delicate pearl necklace and tear it off.
It was the most significant symbol of his decadence and he hated it, he hated himself!
A sound distracted him from that momentary lapse of self loathing and reflection. Bells tolling from a monastery.
He paid no mind to the other sounds in the somewhat quiet forest —men screaming his name and dogs barking from somewhere around— only to the bells tolling.
Memories flooded his mind, painful ones, bittersweet ones and others which could have been good had he not messed them up. So, he fell.
He collapsed upon the stone steps leading towards the big wooden door of the convent, just as rain started to pour on him in a way as gentle as he must not be treated.
No more noises.
No more pain.
No more shame.
Only a peaceful and tranquil sleep in which he fell. There was nothing else to fear, nor dread. Only a peaceful sleep.
Hello, friends!
Yes, this is a new story that I am writing in English... this one I'm planning for it to be a few chapters long.
While I could write the disclaimers for this story, it is much more amusing for me to have you find out as you read 😄.
Though, Team Bottom Jin all the way, so... yeah, and as it was said in the summary, it is inspired by Mme. Bovary and St. Thaïs.
Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing and apologies for my English, it is not my first language.
Kisses!
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Thaïs | TaeJin, KookJin
RomanceCan passion be so dangerous when it appears, as a blinding force, in between a married couple? Kim SeokJin found the answers to that questiond the hard way in a small and uneventful rural town. Main Pairings: • TaeJin • KookJin Inspired loosely on t...
