You only have one chance in life. But, what will happen when you are given a second chance?
Will you make it better or, ...worse
"WELCOME TO REBOOT PROGRAM"
A program for a chosen one, who desires to change their past life. The golden chance with O...
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note: + grammar warning!
+ long chapter ahead.
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a day before festival | 7:12 pm | 2019
She has been begging him for hours, bothering him for a hundred minutes, keeping him distress for the past thousand seconds. The suffocate Kim Taehyung just blankly staring at her. The latter remains indifferent. Keep his pretty face straight as long as he can. He locked his hand coolly inside his front pocket.
The only word that escaped his pretty lips is a single no.
Hyeseol already bathed with sweat. Today, her way home was challenging. The small hill to home turns into a mountain to her. The usual warm sunset becomes the scorching sun past twelve at noon. Blizzard with mirage attached. "Taehyung-ah... please, let me talk to him."
"He can't and won't talk with you. It's the rule," with his gifted deep tone, Taehyung strictly says. 'I hate you!' but, the words shout out only in her head. Her face turns sour, blue-lemonade-in the-scorching-summer-vibe, feeling bitter. Honestly... she just tired of all this. "You can do it. Trust me,"
Hyeseol cries out, Taehyung's typical encourage words sometimes don't work out. The levee of tears burst into the fallen stream. "i-i..."
"I WANT TO STOP THIS," she almost shrieked while sobbing. Just like a toddler, who went upset over free ice cream. Those puzzled eyes of passer-by glance at their standing point, turning them as the focal point of attention. Sends the boy, being pushed to the hallucinate wall as those eyes delivered him their killer stares--- misunderstood him for the girl misery.
His big hand cupping Hyeseol's mouth while another hand swings over her shoulder, holding her closer. "Shhh... shhh... don't cry. You have a show tomorrow. Don't you need self-practice later?" Taehyung tries to change the topic as he doesn't know how to deal with all those discomfort stares.
Hyeseol manages to let out whispers between the tears, "Tell Hoseok, I want to pull out," she brushes off the brims of tears from her hitherto swollen orb. Taehyung let go of her. "I don't know you're this weak. Aishh."
Taehyung rapidly shakes his head, slightly biting his lips. People might think his work is easy, plucking some philosophy advice from an infamous idealist, brainwashing their client's negative rusty mind before spreading candy floss, sprinkling positive rainbow sprinkles on the top.
"We're just started and most likely you will face the consequences if we stop halfway." Taehyung believes in little sugarcoating methods, his last goal is to make sure Hyeseol won't give up until the certainty chooses to oppose their way. Don't give up! Taehyung wanted to scream in Hyeseol's ears.
