Realm 5.53 A.m

realm 5.53 a.m

Pairing: Beomgyu x Taehyun Genre/s: a slice of life, angst

Warning: mentioned of suicide Summary: Beomgyu couldn't move on from Taehyun's death so he wished to the stars to meet him. word count: 3.5k words a/n: the world that they are in is the same world as train to nowhere's world. Changbin is in this story :>, find him!

The clicking of the player was the beginning of the song. His legs rock as the serendipitous rhythm greets his ears. It was Taehyun's voice, singing one of his favourite songs.

Beomgyu rested his back on the concrete floor, watching stars drop from the velvet sky that morning. Its golden tail left a temporary mark on the morning canvas. Beomgyu was amused by the scenery. It's 5.53 a.m., and most students are already on their way to school. Missing another day of school was less of his concern. He would rather be dazed off on the rooftop, reminiscing his and Taehyun's memories together than listen to the teacher's nonsense lecture about him failing another test. 

Taehyun's giggle replaced the song and immediately he turned off the player. He removed the earphones and sat up. Beomgyu sighed

 "I keep thinking about you. Is it wrong if I am too attached to you?" He rested his chin on his knee, throwing his gaze to the crying sky. That’s a disadvantage when you adore and love your best friend too much. Their leaving broke your heart, perhaps it’s impossible to piece them back together. The stars are still there oddly, falling slowly unlike the bustling road under.

The white blanket around him blew, covering his vision. He shut his eyes, afraid the blanket would injure him. 

Unfolding his eyelid, he recoiled in horror. His action almost caused him to fall into the railway but a hand was quick to grab a hold of his arm. The silhouette pulled him closer to its chest as a train passed behind at an unbelievable speed. 

"You just arrived here and already thinking of going back?" The silhouette cooed, placing his chin on Beomgyu's head. Beomgyu's heart palpitated. That voice...

It couldn't be him.

No…he must be a figment.

Beomgyu pushed the silhouette and his feet were frozen on the floor. The figure tilted his head with a small smile. His hand reached for a white feather stuck in Beomgyu's hair. His soft touch was enough to show he wasn't a figment moreover a ghost. 

"Taehyun, is that you?"

"Of course! Who else would it be? Welcome to this…odd world" Taehyun looked around.

"I'm not sure what to call this world yet. It's not the afterlife for sure. It's a world between the living and the dead."

The Taehyun in front of Beomgyu was different. A half-completed wings were attached to Taehyun’s back and their school uniform stayed hugging his figure. The white feather hangs loosely around the metal structure of the wing, filling the gap between the wings.

"Why am I here?"

"You wished to the stars so they brought you here, to me."

Tears brimmed in Beomgyu's eyes and he collided his body with Taehyun's, engulfing the younger in the tightest hug he could attempt, a longing hug. The smile on Taehyun's lips widened. He had missed Beomgyu's hug for the longest time. Taehyun broke the contact and laced his fingers with Beomgyu's. 

"Don't cry! You are here to have fun with me!" Taehyun brushed his thumb over Beomgyu's wet cheeks, wiping the fresh tears. He then dragged the ash-haired boy to the entrance.

Setting foot inside, Beomgyu tightened the grasp around Taehyun’s hand, terrified by the sight. Sure, it is an amusement park but the visitors weren’t ordinary - some were headless and others weren’t human alike. Beomgyu pulled himself closer to the younger when a glitched person walked beside them, causing the latter to giggle.

“Didn’t I say this world is odd? Don’t worry much, they won’t harm you, gyu.” 

“But what are they?”

“Lost souls. That’s what the train conductor told me. They are here to revisit old memories like we are.”

Beomgyu hung his head low for a while. The amusement park they were in was the one they went to before it happened. It’s true, they’re visiting their old memories together. Realising that, Beomgyu immediately pulled Taehyun toward the pirate ship ride. Taehyun’s eyes widened as his head shook all the way there. It got Beomgyu to laugh so loud, breaking the silence of the park.

He knew Taehyun was afraid of heights but this might be their last meeting, Beomgyu would use the opportunity to tease Taehyun one last time. They got onto the ride and Taehyun’s glare never left Beomgyu for a minute. The ride began and Taehyun closed his eyes. The ride goes even higher, and their screams dominate. Beomgyu glanced to his side, smiling seeing Taehyun’s expression and how firmly he held onto Beomgyu’s arm.

Taehyun left the ride with wobbly legs until Beomgyu had to escort him to a nearby bench, with an arm placed securely around Taehyun’s waist.

“It’s your fault my legs turned like this!”

“Well, at least, you’re not afraid of height anymore. We spun 360 degrees earlier if I didn’t tell you. So congratulations! My hyun isn’t a scaredy cat!” Beomgyu patted the blonde’s head gently. A grin appeared on Taehyun’s countenance. He loved it when Beomgyu did this, it felt like home, a fitting home for him. His gesture touched the deepest part of Taehyun’s heart. Beomgyu still remembers him after all those weeks. The sudden breeze hit them causing both males to shiver under it.

It messed Taehyun's hair a bit so Beomgyu pushed away the stray hair that was blocking Taehyun's sight. Beomgyu let his hand through Taehyun's hair, tidying them back

“Thank you, beomgyu. Oh! I remember something!" Without another explanation, Taehyun dragged Beomgyu to a small play tent. Taehyun was more excited than Beomgyu was. He kept bumping into everyone there but doesn’t matter, the visitors vanished when they came in contact with them and reappeared as quickly as they vanished.

At first, it was scary but as time passed, the world turned fascinating to Beomgyu. It knew what he wanted to do with Taehyun, it knew his forgotten regrets.

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow as they arrived. Taehyun just raised a ball from the bowl on the counter and threw it toward the castle cups.

“What are you doing?” 

Although it was obvious for Beomgyu to guess from the stall’s design, alluding to the teddy bears in varieties of sizes sitting everywhere in the stall. He just wanted to hear Taehyun's sarcastic remarks again. In past days, his voice only rang in Beomgyu’s ear for seconds.

“Throwing balls” He rolled his eyes before directing the ball to Beomgyu’s head. Beomgyu avoided his attack with light giggles. Taehyun threw another ball, and this time it hit its target.

“Ouch! ok ok, forgive me. Stop throwing!”

“Deserve you right. Shouldn’t grant that stupid wish of yours if I know this will happen.” 

“The stars granted my wishes not you.”

“True but if I don’t show up at the station, you are a lost human here. The creatures like trapping lost humans.”

Beomgyu turned silent at the reply.

Creepy.

“You miss me, right, Taehyun?” 

The castle collapsed at Taehyun’s third attempt and he changed his gaze to Beomgyu. His gaze was tender as he handed the huge teddy bear to Beomgyu. Answering Beomgyu’s question will pain him because he knew an opportunity like this would come once. 

“Let’s take a break.” He said in a low voice. The change in Taehyun’s tone was indecipherable. Beomgyu wasn’t sure whether Taehyun was mad or simply sad by it, now he was scared of the future. Taehyun left Beomgyu to figure his way alone since the teddy bear hovered over his small figure. At least, he got a lead as to where Taehyun was heading. Taehyun's white feathers fall sometimes, lucky for Beomgyu or vice versa.

Beomgyu put the teddy bear beside him on the bench. It was the same teddy bear that Taehyun didn’t win for him last time. “So…where are we heading next?”

“Somewhere that we didn’t have a chance to go last time but first! We should fill our empty stomachs.”

Beomgyu rubbed his hand on the bear’s body, looking over to the lost souls aimlessly roaming. “Should we? I don’t want to waste our time digging into food.”

“Hey, Beomgyu.” Taehyun took Beomgyu’s hand in his, causing the elder to glance up.

“You have been skipping meals since…you know. I hate it when I see you for the first time. You look much skinnier and paler.”

How could he swallow a portion of food when guilt still devouring him? Being truthful to Taehyun will ruin the elated atmosphere, he never wanted that. He had to give in this time although it was unusual for him. He was the hard-headed one in the real world.

“Fine…Bring me anything you think is good for me.”

Happiness just exploded in Taehyun but his heart wasn’t at ease yet.

“Promise me you won’t starve yourself again after this.”

“That’s hard, Taehyun. I’m not used to eating alone.” A bitter smile painted on Beomgyu’s lips. 

“Then try! Force yourself to eat. A time for a day is enough to make me happy.”

Beomgyu stood up, patting Taehyun’s head fondly. “Okay, I will do it if that makes you happy.” 

Now, Taehyun’s heart is at ease. He hoped Beomgyu didn’t break his promise.

“You like messing with my hair, huh?” Taehyun removed Beomgyu’s hand and snapped his fingers, a piece of hot dog appeared on Beomgyu’s hand. Beomgyu was surprised but this world is odd, anything out of his logical mind is possible in here - including that.

“I need to go to the toilet for a while. Don’t go anywhere, I don’t want to lose you again.” Taehyun headed off. Beomgyu looked at the hotdogs and the teddy bear, shifting his gaze between them often. He couldn’t help himself to indulge in the food when Taehyun wasn’t around.

 Wherever he was currently, he was thankful.

The little things he received from Taehyun were enough to bring exhilaration back to his dead walking body. He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve the happiness that was stolen from him. He shouldn’t have wished to the stars. He was a coward for not moving on and it was his fault.

That thought alone managed to dig back the devastation he felt on that day. His vision slowly turned blurry.

“You should stop wasting your tears on the past, young man.”  A deep and throaty voice interrupted his thought. Raising his head, he came face to face with a beared-aged man. He wore a big trilby hat that didn’t fit his head and a pair of rounded glasses. In a glimpse, Beomgyu thought he was one of those vintage film actors. 

“Who are you?”

“A seller in the market. Lucky day for you because I have something perfect for you.”

“What exactly is perfect for me?”

“I can erase your regrets and I assume one of them is this.” He spread his arm, indicating ‘this’ as the amusement park. Beomgyu’s suspicion grew, he met the man seconds ago but the man already knew him like forever. His offer tempted Beomgyu but Taehyun’s advice was the sole reason he stayed put.

“Aren’t you curious, young man? The regrets prevent you from going forward. Don’t you want it to disappear?”

The man unfolded his palm, inviting Beomgyu to follow him. Eventually, he grabbed the old man’s hand and voluntarily, a smirk crept up onto the old man’s face. He entered a glass-designed door that stood between the game stalls. 

Beomgyu was taken back at what was behind the door, a mall filled with people. A mall that was out of place in this world. It felt like he was in the real world for a moment except for people exited the mall without paper bags. The old man continued walking, bringing what Beomgyu assumed was his shop. 

“Please this be worth it,” Beomgyu whispered under his breath.

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Taehyun’s action died down when Beomgyu wasn’t in sight anymore. Worry took control over his body but he shook the feeling instantly, afraid it would cause him to lose his sense. He noticed his tree buddy sitting beside the bench Beomgyu had occupied earlier. 

“Root, where’s Beomgyu?”

The tree turned its head around to meet Taehyun and shrugged. 

“I’m sorry Taehyun but I don't know. I was too immersed in Groot’s story and you need to hear it!”

“Save it for another time. Thank you” A frustrated sigh escaped Taehyun’s mouth. Root supposedly needed to look after Beomgyu when he was away, that’s the only request he’d asked yet it failed. Anger raised as his fist balled. He was agitated, what if the lost souls took him and brought him far from his reach? 

“Fumming with anger wouldn’t suffice anything, Taehyun” he uttered to himself and let go of his balled fist. He made his way back to the station, in heart hoping the boy was there but to no avail. Instead, he stumbled across someone else, a boy about his age holding a bouquet of red roses.

“Excuse me, do you see a boy with an ash-hair here perhaps?”

The boy glanced sideways and shook his head, which brought disappointment to Taehyun. Something glinting under the sunlight caught his attention. “ Hall of Fate” was written on the ticket and a wave of memory rushed through Taehyun. 

“I guess you have been there before?” The boy spoke up, glancing at Taehyun’s half-completed wings and Taehyun nodded.

“I did and they were scary. I might pee in my pants if I’m with them again. They are quite kind to the correct people”

“And you’re one of them.”

“I am not. They just pity a young boy who had a pathetic ending”

The boy chuckled and picked a stem of rose, giving it to him. Taehyun accepted it, amazed at how it changed into a coral-coloured rose when it changed hands. The train stopped in front of them and the boy stepped inside. Before the door closed, he shouted.

“Go find that friend of yours. Being alone in this world is dangerous and confusing.” He bid goodbye as the train moved completely out of the station. 

“Dangerous…Beomgyu where are you?” He immediately returned to the amusement park and continued searching for Beomgyu everywhere but fate disappointed him. Taehyun settled on the previous bench they sat, thinking of the consequences of leaving Beomgyu too long in here. They are fond of luring a living soul like Beomgyu. The blame is on him for being slightly careless. 

“Taehyun? You are unlike yourself today, something happens?” Someone asked with a tiny and soft voice. It was one of his friends here, a baby with stitched eyes who was trapped in a hamster ball.

“My friend disappeared and I’m scared.”

“Does he look like this?” The baby shifted into Beomgyu and changed back to its original form after a loud yes sounded from Taehyun.

“He was heading to the shopping mall by himself.” 

Taehyun's eyes widened and he instantly ran toward the door, thanking the baby on his way there. 

“Glad I could help you again, dear friend.” 

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[A few years ago]

Hands pulling his hair, he felt the tears collecting on the edges of his eyes. He panicked when Beomgyu didn’t wait for him beside the toilet. For sure he will get scowled by the teachers. His mother’s advice lingered in his head.

“Calm down, hyun. Tell the teachers and search for him.” And he did. Fortunately, the teachers didn’t scold him since he was a young boy after all, they will make mistakes. Taehyun went back to the place they visited, so far, no Beomgyu. 

He had one place in his head but Beomgyu wouldn’t be there. They promised to go there later.

He gave it a shot, better try than regret afterwards. 

Beomgyu was there, expectedly. His eyes glimmered in pure excitement when he saw the soft cotton candy on display. Taehyun hugged his silhouette, tears almost shedding.

“Beomgyu, we promised to go here later! Why did you go alone?! I was scared you would leave me!”

“I’m sorry hyun but look! The uncle gave me a free cotton candy!!”

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“Here you go! Choose one, young man and I will erase them from your mind.” The old man said, dusting the book and gesturing to Beomgyu to go through it. Beomgyu flipped to the first page and saw a moving picture, showing his moment of regret, and so did the other pages. It gave him a deja vu. His breath came to a halt when he came to a page of that day.

The day where he lost Taehyun.

The day he began blaming himself.

The day he wronged the universe.

Watching the moment, he wanted to punch himself. He still remembered how his world crumbled down hearing the news that Taehyun was gone forever…right after they had fun together in the same park. A car crashed into him and after further investigation, turns out the driver was drunk.

He knew Taehyun wasn’t dumb to let himself get hit by a drunk driver. The joke was the reason Taehyun was unaware of his surroundings. Taehyun gave Beomgyu his ring and Beomgyu joked about Taehyun liking Beomgyu, which made the boy speechless. Taehyun might overthink that Beomgyu disliked the gift.

That’s the only reason Taehyun became oblivious.

“Decide it?”

Beomgyu pointed to the page “This moment destroyed my life.”

“Of course. The payment is one of your precious memories.”

Beomgyu averted his gaze to the ring on his pointy finger, Taehyun’s ring. He took it off.

“Beomgyu!” His voice caused Beomgyu to snap his head toward the source. Taehyun quickly brought Beomgyu’s hand down.

“Don’t fall into this world’s trap. Your life will change if you are being careless.”

The old man laughed. His laugh echoed throughout the mall “Taehyun, you can't stop him. This is his decision”

Taehyun glared at the old man. His old face was spared today since Beomgyu is here. “I won’t let you steal my treasure. Let’s go gyu.”

Taehyun dragged him out of the mall. Now, Beomgyu realised there was nobody in the mall and the grandpa had turned into a skeleton, waving them goodbye with a crooked smile. 

Once they back to the amusement park, Beomgyu asked, a playful grin on his lips.

“Treasure huh?” 

“Yep, he will take all of your memories with me as payment. Don’t tell me you let that happen?!”

His reaction caused Beomgyu to laugh. “No, how could I? Come on, the Ferris wheel is waiting for us” 

This time Beomgyu led the way.

“Beomgyu, I want you to know that my death is not your fault.”

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His eyes slowly unfolded, blinking as he got used to the light. His earphones stayed tugged in his ear, pretty sure he had removed them. The sun had set down a bit and the sounds of the car subsided, it wasn’t as busy as before. He checked his watch - 5.53 p.m. He skipped his class countless times today. How long was he in that world?

Was that a dream? He opened his folded palm and found Taehyun’s ring. 

It wasn’t a dream? Did he just experience the multiverse? But that thing doesn’t exist…then what did he experience?

“Gyu, be happy. Even if I’m gone, I’m always by your side, here in your heart. Don’t skip any meals, mhm? I’ll be watching you!’ Taehyun’s voice played. A small scold exhaled from Beomgyu. 

“Taehyun…you little dumbhead”

He rose to his feet, approaching the end of the rooftop. The soft evening breeze caressed his face as he pulled the earphones away. He set the player aside and averted his gaze toward the street. If only moving on was easier like Taehyun said, he would stop himself from making this decision. If only he could stop blaming himself, he wouldn't be standing at the edge now.

"I don't want to leave you anymore. I don't want to forget you. I hate being far away from you, hyun."

He pushed himself off the edge, leaving the player as his last remembrance. As if someone will remember him. That's just another false dream of his.

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"Taehyun!"

The said boy turned around, eyes widened as ever seeing the boy standing in front of him…for the second time today. Taehyun's gaze instantaneously caught the ticket that Beomgyu grasped. He could hear his heartbeat so close to his ear as he examined the ticket.

"Beomgyu…you're dead."

"I am. I figure it out once I become a coward I will stay as one forever."

"This is surreal. You're out of your mind, Beomgyu."

Taehyun shook his head, grabbing Beomgyu's hand. 

"You'll be staying here forever with me now" 

"I'm happy with it because those lost souls wouldn't kidnap me."

Hearing his best friend is dead shouldn't bring this much happiness to Taehyun but it does because now he has company in this world.

The train stopped and they entered the train together. 

"Those guys are the scariest."

"Well, I shouldn't be because you're here with me forever and will never leave me again."

Train to nowhere | S.Changbin

Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader (from 3rd person perspective) Summary: a meeting with a stranger on the train, nothing will go bad, right? It's a train to the hereafter anyway... Genre: angst(?) Warning: mention of suicide and description of death(detail). If you're uncomfortable, please don't proceed. Word count: 1.8k words a/n: I kinda rambling on the last part, I'm sorry :') and I hope it makes sense

Standing, between the busy crowd in the waiting station, she was solitude herself from other bustling silhouettes in the train station. Footsteps and loud chatting were all echoes in her ear as she made her way toward her designated platform, hands gripping ever so tightly onto the bouquet of white roses…that she didn’t remember getting from where. Unnoticeable, she would sniff the flower occasionally, inhaling the fresh scent. Intoxicating and addictive, weirdly it reminds her of someone’s scent. She grabbed the locket watch hanging on her neck, checking the time.

8 am…the train will be here.

As she stepped onto the last slap of the stairs, the train arrived with a loud screeching as it stopped at the station. Never late, never early; someone told her. Her blue sky dress blew from the gust of wind. The train door slid open and a masked man stepped out, glancing directly at her. A rabbit mask, what a cute option. Noticing it, she instantly walked to him. The masked man had stretched out a hand, palm open as if asking for something from her. She took the train ticket and a rose, handing it to the man while flashing a thin smile.

Don’t fumble on your ticket and get inside quickly. The conductor hates those who waste his time.

The door shut behind her and she immediately went for a seat. The train's interior was unusual; flowers and bushes grew on the train's ceiling and some on the floor as well, and the seats were positioned strangely; some were facing each other and some weren’t but she didn’t mind much. It was her fate to be here. She settled down beside a man, who appeared somewhat more normal for her than the other. Some passengers aren’t human-like, some cover their faces with an old piece of newspaper, some have a feature of art in a museum or completely cover their heads with a white cloth.

The man wore a white tuxedo and was holding a bouquet of red roses in his hand. What a contrast from her roses. The train began leaving the station in a blink. The scenery in the front changed, and the clouds had changed; to a mix of pink and white. There were houses on the edge of a cliff, unstable ground to build a house, tall trees and chirping birds were all she witnessed throughout the ride…and eyes, different in sizes and irises, just staring at the passengers inside.

If you see the eyes, ignore them. They’re purely watching. They won’t harm you as long as you’re on the train.

The ride was quiet with her gaze stuck on the window, watching every endearing scenery pass them until the man spoke up.

“Weren’t you scared by the eyes?” His voice was soft and low as if his voice would disturb any passengers. She turned to look at him and shook her head.

“Didn’t they say that the eyes wouldn’t harm us as long as we stay inside? So why should I be scared?”

He lightly chuckled and smiled, a tender smile that she swore she saw somewhere. The same goes for his scent. Ever since arriving at the train station, every memory turned blurry. She couldn’t pinpoint what was happening to her. Normally, she would freak out at everything she saw currently but she didn’t, she was calm…?

“What’s your name? I think we should know each other before we stop at our destination.”

“You know it’s not a good thing to get to know a stranger on this train.” he hummed nonchalantly, showing the dimple on his right cheek.

“I know but both of us are ‘ordinary’ so why not? I’m Changbin” A sigh escaped from her lips. A recognizable face and name.

“I’m Y/N”

“Such a rare name, I like it-” Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to another seat when a person with a newspaper on his face approached them, who seemed like a new passenger. About three seats away from them, they sat back. She glanced at the person but was immediately turned away by his hand gently.

“Don’t look at them. They will take your eyes to replace theirs.”

Well, the man knew more than her. Their gaze stuck on each other before she hung her head low, feeling awkward with their new seat; a seat that faced each other and the quick stare they shared. He giggled, realising her action and watched outside, where a night funfair was happening. He could see visitors with faces glitching out, walking with their family or significant others. Any emotion was invisible so Changbin didn't waste his time, guessing their feeling being in there.

How long he'd been on this ride? He never figured out where he was, or what kinda of world he was in.

“You can raise your head now, I’m not looking at you, Y/N."

Slowly, she raised her head and leaned on her seat comfortably, seeing Changbin had turned his gaze elsewhere. As time went by, bit by bit, his company was enjoyable, it got rid of all the oddness that occurred on or outside the train but she couldn’t help being curious about his real identity in her mind. A strong connection between them, friendship or lover, whatever, she was sure he was someone important in her life. Spending their leftover time talking, her mind failed to piece the puzzle together, nothing is vivid unless that night's memory.

The train stopped at a station. She stood up, dusting her dress.

“Thank you for being my company throughout the ride. It was my pleasure to meet you, Changbin.”

She picked a rose from her bouquet and placed it in the middle of Changbin’s bloody red roses. Changbin emerged and did the same to her bouquet. The two exchanged a tender smile. He lends her his hand.

“I’m stopping here too. Let’s go together and get your justice” She accepted his hand and left the train.

“You are not a murderer, Binnie. I’m sure they would hear my explanation.”

“So you remember. I hope what you are saying it’s true, baby” He kissed her knuckles and proceeded to walk toward the building - a school building where he’s gonna have his trial. A trial that determined his final fate; punishment or chance.

Flashback to the day they die

Changbin stormed up to the stairs. She clenched her jaw and grabbed his arm, causing Changbin to haul his arm.

“CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP AND HEAR MY EXPLANATION, CHANGBIN?!?!”

“I WOULDN’T! HOW COULD YOU AFTER EVERYTHING I DID.”

Plates were smashed, mirrors were broken, and shouting and crying echoed in the apartment, in the middle of the night. Both of them didn’t show a sign of breaking the fight, too busy feeding on their egos. As in losing in an argument means you are weak.

“I swear I never did that. Why would I kill your best friend?! You know it’s so stupid of me if I ever did it.”

“But the CCTV showed it was you! You weren’t in the house that night also! I have enough evidence to prove it was you.”

She scoffed, tears streaming down her cheeks. After 6 years, this is all she got? Her husband doesn’t trust her explanation. Right, his best friend matters more than her.

“I went to my grandma’s house that night. You can ask my mother if you want proof. Please, Binnie, believe me. We've been together for 6 years, how you not trust me?”

She stared at him, eyes brimming with fresh tears. Her heart just shattered at how easily he’d accused her of such murder.

“Just said it was you! I’m tired, Y/N. I’m tired of being accused of cooperating with you to kill her.”

“For a thousand times, bin. I didn’t do it. What's so hard about it to trust me?!”

“Y/N, I beg you please admit it you did it.” He grasped his hair, frustrated over the situation. The whisper in the back of his head didn’t help, it dishevelled his mind even more.

She was jealous…that's why she did it

She was envious of her beauty and life

She was envious that his best friend got all of his attention

The whisper said, dragging him to the valley of lies.

“I DIDN’T DO IT!!”

Banging from behind the door caused the argument to come to a quick halt. Both of them snapped their heads towards the door. She looked at Changbin, lips pressing together and shook her head in disbelief.

“The police are here. They're gonna take you out. Let’s end it a good way.”

She clenched his shirt, shaking his body forth and back violently, begging him endlessly so he trusted her.

“JUST FUCKING ADMIT IT!!”

With that final shout, he pushed her from the stairs out of frustration. The air thickened with a palpable sense of dread as the body tumbled down the staircase, limbs flailing helplessly against gravity's relentless pull. With a sickening thud, she landed at the foot of the stairs, a crumpled heap of broken bones and shattered dreams. What left behind only a haunting silence and the bitter taste of tragedy.

His eyes trembled out of horror, a scream or shout left his mouth, too stunned by the scene at the end of the staircase. Her head snapped to the side as a scarlet-coloured liquid poured down from her head down to the edge of her white dress, soaking it red. Her hand quivered as she endured the impact of the fall before the final air was released from her lips.

“W-What the hell did I do?!”

No no no no, Y/N. He killed his lover…the one he’d made vows to protect and love until their last breath. He dropped to his knee, mourning. All the regrets devouring him, eating him. He should investigate it again before blaming her. He is an asshole for that.

An asshole for not giving the promised love to her,

For not paying attention to her

And mostly, for ignoring her for the past weeks

He's the one who should be blamed.

Why did he accuse her in the first place?

Tch, right, his title and dignity as someone everybody looked up to were more important than his wife's feelings.

“You're a fucking idiot, Changbin.” He smashed his head into the walls until it bled. He lost his mind as he kept smashing his head, over and over again, repeating the same word ‘stupid’ and ‘asshole’ to himself as the bagging on the door became louder. The image of her last countenance and words were repeating in his head.

He felt something poking his thigh, a sharp object. He pulled it out, it was a knife….

Taking a glimpse of her dead body below him in his blurry vision, he pointed the weapon at his neck. It was living alone in guilt forever or burning in hell because of his abrupt action.

White roses mean innocence,

Red roses mean strong love,

But putting those together,

Will reminds him of the day he killed her.

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! everything you read doesn't reflect the actual characters of the members. These stories are fiction. I would appreciate your reblog and feedback. I hope you enjoy the stories I write!

BANG CHAN:

within the forest [14 chapters]; fantasy au, angst, fluff, strangers to best friend au – The king had envied the fairies for a long time for their abilities until he killed all of them for good. What will happen when the sole heir to the kingdom decides to be friends with those warned to avoid? only us[0.4k words]; fluff, drabble – Reading beside your boyfriend was an impossible task. dad will always be here[1.8k words]; angst, light fluff, zombie apocalypse au – "I'll always be there for you, sweetheart. No matter how hard it gets, I'm by your side. We'll go through it together" He keeps reminding you of it but will it stay forever?

LEE MINHO:

random wip what the clouds feel like[0.7k words]; fluff – You are always curious about the clouds, and Minho has an odd answer to your question. photograph ; fluff

SEO CHANGBIN:

train to nowhere[1.8k words]; angst – a meeting with a stranger on the train, nothing will go bad, they said. It's a train to the hereafter, one way or another you'll meet a person who was part of your life.

100 reasons to <3 u[socmed au + written series] ;fluff, childhood friends to lover

HWANG HYUNJIN:

"the world is cruel but I still love you" [2.9k words]; skz x aot au, fluff, angst – one month after the rumbling, everything started to return to normal, including the man who destroyed the humanity outside the walls, Hwang Hyunjin.

HAN JISUNG:

Uh oh[1.4k words]; spiderman au – Your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman, Han Jisung was running late and still had to save the day. Unfortunately enough, his superheroic action was caught in action by someone anywhere but home[2.1k words]; fluff – You never find a real home until Jisung comes 13; fluff, angst scattered music sheet, messy feeling; angst

LEE FELIX:

lego dates; fluff

who are you; a slight angst, reunited lover trope

KIM SEUNGMIN:

back to him[0.9k words]; fluff – after a long day at work, nothing excited you more than going home.

miles away; fluff,angst

YANG JEONGIN:

Lily; drabble

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within the forest | chapter 1

Pairing: fairy!chan x princess!reader word count: 1.4k words Summary: While wandering in the forest, someone caught your eyes a/n: this series is written in 3rd POV :DD

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"Princess, where are you?!" The butler shouted through the thick forest but to no avail, the figure he was searching for didn't answer. A sigh of frustration escaped the old man's lips as he wiped his sweat off with his black sleeve. Glancing at his wristwatch, he returned to the palace without the young little princess he was searching for. Surely, he will be punished for the mistake.

The bushes rustled against each other as her small figure carefully jumped out from it. She stifled a giggle with her hand from being heard, causing it to come out as a muffle. Observing around, she ran through the quiet meadow, with butterflies following from behind. Pollen from the flowers stuck on her plain white skirt as she ran across the colourful flowers.

Exhirilation burst inside her as she rarely experienced freedom. She realised staying inside the huge palace with only dolls and plushies as companies in her room was tiresome. The descriptions and sketches of the outside world always managed to pick her interest. Varieties of flowers, butterflies running around and birds chirping. It was the same as she imagined it would be.

Her steps came to a halt when a low snore entered her ear. Curious, she followed the sound, eventually leading her to a stone with a pair of huge black wings..? She cocked her head to the side and slowly took a step approaching it. Arriving far enough, she saw how the wings moved in the movement of someone's breathing. Her hazelnut brown orbs widened seeing a hand peeking out of the wings. A long and beautiful hand, its nails were painted black like a woman but up close it appears it has visible veins popping out.

"A man in a forest..?What are you doing here alone, mister?"

She asked the figure as if it would reply. She settled in front of him and gently caressed his gigantic wings. The hand under the wings began moving, startling her a bit. The figure sat up on the flat stone, rubbing his eyes with his fingers to get rid of the sleepiness. The figure stares at her, eyes filled with confusion and interest in the young little princess.

"W-what are you doing here, little girl? It's dangerous." He asked with his hoarse voice. His wings folded on his back as he stretched, revealing a young man with a loosened white shirt and old black pants. His black hair was messy and covered his greyish eyes.

"Your wings are gorgeous, mister."

"My wings?" He stated in disbelief and turned at his wings, a small smile tugged on his pale pink lips. He touched the wing, mumbling 'thanks' to the girl. The girl came to him, sitting on his lap which caused the man to flinch at her reckless action but to think of it, she was a little girl after all. Her tiny hand tried to reach for his hair but to no avail, she kept grasping the air. Giggling at her attempt, he bends his head forward, allowing her to touch his hair. His cold heart melted at her doing. Rarely for him to have a soft spot for children mostly for curious girls like her.

She ruffled his hair with both of her hands, removing the grass stuck in his black hair.

"Done! Now, your hair looks much cleaner, mister,"

"Thank you again, little girl. Now, answer my question, what are you doing here, all alone? In a forest?"

She stayed silent for a moment, resting her finger under her chin, thinking of an answer.

"I'm bored living in the palace with my stuffed toys every day! Mommy never let me meet someone because she said it was dangerous for me to know about outsiders."

A palace she said..? His eyes widened as realisation hit. It's the king's daughter he was holding on to. Unconsciously, his wings spread widely, causing some of the fallen leaves around them to fly away. She clapped her hand in awe. He turned to the girl.

"You're bored. Want to visit my house, little flora?" She nodded and in a blink, they were up in the sky, heading far from their early location. The man landed on the ground after arriving in front of his cottage, telling the girl to unfold her eyes. In front of them was a small cottage made out of wood and yarn as the roof.

"Come on."

He entered the house and she followed him inside. The inside was simple - a kitchen, a living room with a fire chamber on the wall, an old teak door leading to a bedroom, and some portraits of someone hanging on the walls. All of them look aged.

"This place is awesome!! Can I come here often?" She asked, tone hinting full of hope. He sighed as he brought two cups of tea in his grip, placing one in front of her and sitting across from her. She carefully took the cup, blowing it slowly before sipping the tea.

"You can, only if your mother allows you."

Hearing his answer, she immediately sulked.

"Mommy certainly wouldn't allow it. She's too strict and busy with Daddy too."

She crossed her arm across her chest, lips pouting. Again, the man couldn't resist her cute charms and it was still incredible for him how this girl could break the ice in his heart.

"Then, sure. You can come here. Do you like reading perhaps? I have tons of books left unread on the shelf."

"Yes yes!! I love books and the smell of them."

The man emerged. He grabbed some books that might be suitable and handed them to her. She gasped and started flipping through the pages, engrossing herself with the story. Minutes passed and the man just stared at her reading through each sentence in the book. A few giddily giggles escaped her lips.

"Reading books is the only way I can forget being alone, stuck in the palace. I feel like I'm not in that dim room when I read." She blurted out, raising her gaze and meeting his eyes.

"Me too. It helps me forget my pain."

"Glad I have someone who thinks the same as me."

She laughed and continued reading. Hours passed and the sun began hiding behind the horizon, welcoming the moon. He who noticed the change quickly spoke up

"It's getting late, little flora. Let's go home, yeah?" She nodded vigorously, shutting the book close, hugging it tightly to her chest.

"Can I borrow this book, mister?"

"Of course, you can. Let's go, your parents must be worried."

She smiled and hugged his legs. The sunset shone on his wings, revealing a big scar on them. She noticed it but didn't tell him about it. She closed her eyes and instantaneously, they arrived at the palace. She let go of his legs, thanking him.

"By the way, Mister, what's your name?" He sent the small girl a sweet smile and crouched to her level. He pinched her nose softly

"My name is Chan, Bang Chan. If you want to meet me again tomorrow, pick up the black feather, okay little flora? Goodbye."

After the last sentence, he disappeared into thin air, leaving only a black feather. She picked it up and heard heavy footsteps coming toward her. Spinning her body around, she was greeted by the guard, her dad and her mother. Her mother rushed to her, taking the small girl into her arms as tears flowed down. She just smiled at her father.

"Daddy! I found a new friend today! He's so kind!" She uttered cheerfully, showing the book and the feather she was holding. The king's face furrowed at the sight - no, not the book but the black feather. He knew who it was from.

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