"You're really sick you know. I can't imagine someone being as mean and selfish as you, 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘐𝘷𝘺." He says, as he finally let go of her.
"Only if you had known my viewpoint, 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬. Only if you knew." She barely whispers out...
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(Like good children, we are all going to pretend we don't see the mask mid air at the corner of his eye.)
😁 📖! Do 🚿your ⭐✨
Se* on the beach.
The sunset looked amazing by the beach and so did he. The golden sunrays lit the side of his face, a bewitching sight presented to my humane eyes. So handsome, and so unreal but yet so real. His orbs stare down at me in shock with a tinge of an unknown emotion. I felt my heart ache, as the rational thought came up again: he would never like me, like I like him.
But the heart wants what it wants.
Loud screams and hysterical shrieks broke our trance. I removed my hold from his collar and turned around to see the reason of this chaos. Huge bulky guys in their tight black coats with microphones and pocket guns.
The Youth was here.
I felt my insides flip flop imagining meeting them, who indirectly played a huge influence in my life. Long was forgotten my jealousy and long was forgotten Jungkook himself. Right now, all that mattered was my inner teenage fan, who would twerk or pop to any of their songs, be it depressing or jovial, in her bedroom wearing oversized clothes. I felt an adrenaline rush through me thinking of seeing up so close. I didn't know I was grinning like a maniac until I felt my cheeks hurt.
Oh and did I mention the speciality of their concerts? It was always masquerade. We were all handed individual masquerades which were all identical. So basically no one could recognise each other, given the fact that darkness had dominated the sky by now. I admired the beautifully crafted masque, majestically designed it held power in itself. Since my teens, it had been a craze to even touch one of these arts. And now, I feel prouder than ever.
I didn't keep track of anyone around me. The guards escorted us all to the stage. Thankfully I had got the corner area, right from where they would enter. Around me, all I could spot were crazy women just like me, who would throw everything just for a mere performance by them.
That's the power they hold.
The crowd went crazy with the chants, "we fight, we reign." I found myself doing the same too. With fists up in air and slender bodies bumping against each other. Of course the men were crazy too, but as always women had their own thing with voices.
The energy was wild even before they stepped on the stage. Wild enough to have a wig hit the back of my head.
Finally the kings made their appearance in black cloaks. This was the most powerful and darkest era, called the fake love era. Though I didn't really understand the meanings of the lyrics back then, and I admit I did twerk to this many times in a happy mood, but now when I think, I know. It's all fake love.
