❝Before the moon drowns beneath the majestic clouds and the last petal of the enchanted rose falls, the Beast must learn to love and be loved in return. However, if dawn breaks in your world by the time nightfall has descended, then he shall remain...
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❝ There's a whole world out there aside from the pictures that are so beautiful but people don't realize the essence of endearment is far greater because with love you feel, and if you don't feel the emotion deeply and truly then you don't love or understand yet ❞
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C H A P T E R T W O
CHANGMIN FIGURED HE'S already defeated when the mission hasn't even begun. Sighing, his eyes bore into the wide brown desk in front of him and suddenly lights up, recalling missions like these usually supply with some guidance or helpful tool.
"May I ask if there's a unique object that can guide me?"
"Ah, yes there is," Yoongi points to the pocket of Changmin's checkered jacket and his gaze follows, noticing a pen resting there.
He pulls it out, slightly confused. "You drew the manga with this pen, so everything and anything you need can be created just by drawing with that pen. However, it's very important. If anyone grabs a hold of this pen, then they are the creator, the one in control, so you have to be very careful and hold responsibility."
Instead of comprehending the main details, the police officer didn't mention, the young boy understands only what he heard. He smiles, giving the raven a look before proceeding with the object.
"You can give it a try, of course."
And so Changmin pulls the cap off of the pen, he begins to draw whatever comes to his mind, grinning at his creation coming alive from the light blue ink, a puppy playing around.
Yoongi comes to Changmin's side as they walk out of the inspection room, chuckling at the brunette's astonished but thrilled expression. His honey-caramel eyes glowing, messy light brown hair basking in the sunlight turning to a sweet syrup color some gleeful young hearts adore when poured on pancakes.
He's honestly thrilled. How could this be possible?
. . .
THE ROAD OF the street is packed, of course, it's almost sunset.
If I came to change the faith of Youngjae's ending, then I should finish this mission, and I'll happily reside back home again. Youngjae lives on Swan Lake road, so I should find him here. But this is Swan Lake road, right?
"Excuse me, is this Swan lake road?"
"Yes, this is Swan Lake road," a lady replies, smiling back at Changmin, though, he's the author, he'd knew, but forgot as time passed.
He feels himself beam with delight at recollecting a detail in the manga he wrote with his cousin. The boy stops in his tracks, seeing a sign say, Crescent Moon Noodles shop and beams.
