Infect Sanity | BTS

Infect Sanity | BTS

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"Why do you hide your eyes?" "You know why." "No, I don't. Because I see through you Gray, you have secrets." "Don't we all?' - Gray is alone. But she likes it that way. She doesn't feel the basic human emotions such as sadness, happiness or love. Although she does easily get aggravated. She hates Physical contact, and isn't afraid to show it. It's not her fault really, she doesn't control these things. It's the virus in her, it's in her nature. Because Gray isn't normal. No. She's infected. She's a Nightstalker. Many fear her kind, but she does not care. She likes how isolated she is from human life and plans for things to remain the way they are now. But the world has other plans. - (Similarities in plot/names are purely coincidence and if not, have been explained prior.) (All public figures do not belong to me and do not have the same personalities given) Started: 22/12/19 Ended:
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Li Jiu is the kind of woman people forget they have already met. Not because she lacks presence, but because she never insists on being remembered. Her life is a quiet choreography of avoidance, politeness, and the small self-betrayals that make her easy to like. She blends into the rhythm of others without meaning to, laughing at the right moments, pretending the dull ache in her chest is nothing more than tiredness. Everyone around her shines a little brighter, speaks a little louder, and she has learned to exist as the one who fills the silence between them. There is a kind of pride in how unremarkable she has become. It makes her untouchable. It keeps her safe from disappointment. Yet under that practiced composure lies something ugly, restless, and embarrassingly human. She wants to be noticed. She wants to matter. She hates that she wants it. Most days, she tells herself she doesn't. It is easier to believe that she prefers the background, that she has chosen this smallness, that she is the one in control. Then there is Jungkook. The boy who doesn't need to try. The one who walks into a room and shifts its temperature. Everyone talks about him, wants something from him, or wants to be him. To Li Jiu, he is nothing special, just another story being told too loudly. But one day he looks at her, and she feels the insult of it. The absurdity. The sudden, humiliating awareness of herself. It should mean nothing, and perhaps it does. Yet that simple act lodges somewhere deep, a splinter she cannot remove. Because when you have spent your life being the background, even the smallest spotlight feels violent.

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