Chapter 7

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Namjoon looked at him with wide eyes. "W-what do you mean you're helping him? I'd understand if won't help me but why help him?"

Taehyung chuckled, pulling Namjoon's hand from his wrist when the taller grabbed it again. "Consider this as my revenge, Fate. When you thought it was funny to let her die while I was begging you to give her more time. It won't affect me if you got locked away. Good night."

Taehyung stood up to leave, ignoring Namjoon's yells at him to go back and talk about the situation more maturely. It was faint due to the loud music.

Taehyung felt lonely, he's never going to admit it. After his past lover died because of stomach cancer. He remembered being on his knees, bowing to Namjoon to heal her but all he did was nothing. He only told Taehyung to not interfere with his work and that everyone will die eventually.

Taehyung felt like he died with her. He died almost two years ago. Now he's only a walking shell of a soulless human.

It was unfair because his father was abusive, always hitting his mom until one day she decided she couldn't take it anymore and went someplace peaceful for good.

It felt unfair that his mother left him alone in this harsh world with no one to cook him breakfast before school, the maids that his dad hired was no match for his mother's cooking.

It felt unfair with having a terrible childhood with no friends to share secrets with, no sleepovers, no one he could freely borrow a from pencil when he forgot to bring one.

He always finds himself asking the world what good did he get. God, even dogs receive a treat when they roll over.

People like Taehyung and Jimin's mom have their own fate lying on their palms. Namjoon can't do anything with their fate unless they tell him to.

But after Namjoon cheated death and bring back time to save Jimin, he lost control over Jimin's future too.

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The sound of furiously typing on a typewriter filled the room as a man in black coat sighed every five minutes with his eyebrows scrunched.

When the paper was filled, he took it out and replaced it with a black one.

He shouldn't be doing this. He should be outside by now, getting a drink or talking to some human but no. He's doing a pile of paperworks.

"Mr. Kim, maybe you should take a break. You've been here since morning and it's almost midnight now. I suggest--."

Bang

Seokjin's hand slammed down on the table which frightened the smaller boy in the room, making him jump a few inches from the ground.

"Seungkwan, what did I tell you about coming in here when I'm doing something important?"

The boy, Seungkwan, shivered a bit when he can hear the elder gritting his teeth audibly.

"You told me not to but-"

Seokjin interrupted. "This is your cards for tonight." He handed the smaller seven cards made of metallic silver with black ink on them.

The cards weren't too big and not to small either. Each of them has a name, age, and time of death.

Seungkwan internally scolded himself for interrupting the head grim ripper now he made him mad and gave him seven cards. Seven souls to take tonight and their times are not that far from each other. Seungkwan gulped as he can only imagine what Seokjin will do to him if he's ever late.

"Now shoo, I need to finish this. I promise I'll finish Fate when I get my hands on him." Seokjin grumbled, he sat back down on the black leathered office chair to resume his work.

"Yeah, then you can wack him on the head with your cool staff, right?" Seungkwan excitedly bounced on his feet like a child with lollipop.

Seokjin turned around with a harsh glare and that made Seungkwan realized another mistake he did.

"Do you wanna be the first to get hit by it?" He raised an eyebrow and that was enough for the shorter to scurry out of the room leaving Seokjin in peace.

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Jimin realized they ran out of milk and he really wanted strawberry milk right now so he wore a baby blue hoodie over a plain and baggy pastel pink crop while wearing shorts that doesn't even reach half of his thighs, not that he actually cares.

He grabbed his wallet and phone and walked up to the main door. His phones vibrated, he opened it to see notifications from twitter, not like he's expecting a text out anything.

His attention was still on his device as he blindly reached out for the door knob. But before his fingertips could even touch it, the door swung open catching him off guard and slamming straight on his face. He lost grip on his phone and it fell from his hands onto the cold floor with a hard thud.

His hands instantly cupped his button nose, it hurts so much he thought he's gonna have a nosebleed, thankfully he didn't. But that doesn't mean his whole face didn't hurt like a bitch either.

"My god, Jimin! What are you doing there?! I could've smashed your face or something!" Hoseok exclaimed after he closed the door again once he was inside.

"I'm pretty sure you just did." Jimin's voice was nasally due to the fact that he's pinching his nose really hard while trying to breathe through his mouth. "I'm going outside Hyung."

"Are you asking for permission or simply informing me?" Hoseok crossed his arms on his chest as he looked down at the younger. That look that dads give to their daughters.

Jimin can't help but to roll his eyes. "I don't need to ask permission to go to the store, right?"

"Are you going out drinking again? Why are you drinking do frequently these days? Did you receive divorce papers?"

"Hyung, your humor cannot be cured anymore. I'm sad to say that it's gone. Time of death," Jimin looked at the wall clock. "1:16 a.m."

He received a smack on the back of his head from the elder. "I'm serious don't go out drinking."

"Chill, I'm not." He walked pass through Hoseok and out of the door. "I'm just going to buy strawberry milk at the convenience store!" Then he walked away."

"Really, at this time. It is his time of the month." Hoseok muttered to himself.

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