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After hearing Hoseok's words, the images of the box flashed in her mind, making her yelp. She was shaking in fear, she was clammy and there was a glisten of cold sweat. Hoseok noticed Hana, and made her sit on the chair and stroked her back.
"How many wishes have you made?" He asked.
Hana's body wacked with an onslaught of sobs and tears as she hid her face in her palms and answered, "five."
"Holy Jesus! What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked as he ran his fingers through his hair and walked towards Hana with long, strided steps.
"People are dead Hana! You can't just wish that away and take it back!" He bawled.
"I know, I'm sorry! I never thought that any of this would happen!" She answered between her sobs.
"It's my fault, and I know that I have to get rid of it." She said as she stood up and wiped her tears. "Please help me Hoseok, please." And after a few minutes of thinking, he agreed.
Endless attempts were made to destroy the box; Hoseok threw the box from a height, hit the box with uncountable objects, but the box remained still. As he could further endeavour the box, he broke into tears, "Namjoon was my best friend."
"I'm sorry." Hana said as she opened her arms widely and embraced him; Hoseok's face burried in the crook of her neck until he let out a sigh of vexation.
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As the box couldn't be destroyed, Hana took it home and kept it under a vent, vowed to never wish again, and went to sleep.
An ominous boom startled Hana out of her abysmal nightmare. Her cheeks were wet, and the sheets were twisted around her limbs, her heart pounding against her chest. The remnants of her nightmare still clung to her mind, haunting her. The same old nightmare again.
The room was entirely dark. No light anywhere. But then, her eyes shifted towards a tall body, dressed in black, standing in front of her. Taehyung.
His eyes. They were beautiful but so dark and dull, full of hatred. His icy stare gave her a chill down her spine as the hairs on her arms stood up.
"W-What are you doing here?" She stuttered. "Y-You need to leave right now."
"Baby, I love you. I love you so damn much. I don't wanna live without you, my love." He huskily replied.
"J-Just leave!" She cried out.
"Baby, don't you know that I would die for you, hm?" He deeply whispered.
Seconds later, the male took out a sharp, pointed knife from his pocket and started to cut his wrist, warm blood gushing out of his exposed wound, dripping silently. "I love you, Hana." He said, as Hana let out a frightened cry and burried her face into the pillow. She swallowed her own saliva and once again turned to see him, but met nothing but pure blackness.
