The next room I found myself in was filled with the sound of crying. It was a dreary place. It was dark, with very little light. An old mannequin stood silently in the middle, a long robe draping down to the ground. At its feet, a boy in tattered clothes knelt, sobbing.
I ran to him. "What's wrong?" I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
This, at least, made Jeongguk stop crying. He looked up at me with red eyes.
"What?" he asked in a tone that suggested he hadn't heard me.
"What's wrong?" I repeated.
He seemed confused by the question. He thought about it for a long time before he admitted, "I don't know."
I stared at him. "Then why are you crying?"
He hiccuped and looked at his hands. We both looked at the thin gold chain wrapped around those wrists, as thin as a hair.
"I want to leave this place," Jeongguk said.
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FanfictionI found myself in a motel, in a place where nothing was real. I found someone there, someone that I knew. [Open fanfic inspired by the BTS Music Videos "Boy Meets Evil", "Spring Day", "Young Forever", "I Need U", "Awake", "Blood Sweat & Tears", "Ser...
