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Jung Hoseok- Amor Fabula~Follow me
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So this is my longest one yet. This particular entry is for the Amor Fabula Project for Valentines Day for the @btswriterscorner network.
Setting- A fictional futuristic made-up version of South Korea featuring a place called Flash City, etc. A little island off the coast of SK which is its own ‘country’, called Nue island connected by a huge bridge which leads into SK itself.
I have no idea how many words this is. All I know is that it is VERY LONG AND MY FINGERS ARE READY TO FALL OFF HELP ME!
Leggo! (Still not getting rid of it, fight me.)
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“Y/N, what on Earth are you doing in there!” the voice of your mother rang on the other side of your bedroom door. “You’ve been in there all day! Are you alright?”
“I’m fine!” you could only reply as a partially annoyed sigh escaped your throat. “Did you need something?!”
“As a matter of fact I do need something!” your mother’s voice lowered as the door opened. She entered through the doorway. “Are you okay with pizza for lunch?.” she asked.
“Sure, I guess.” you replied, smiling sideways. “Is Dad working late again?” In all honesty, you knew the answer, you just figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask every day. Even though the answer was yes. Every single time.
“You know your father works late, it might just be us for the rest of the day.” she replied, stepping further into the room. “But that’s alright, isn’t it?”
“As usual.” you seethed, turning back to the book on the table. “When does he not work late.” you casually flicked over the next page. “Let me guess, another set of parents is ready to sell out their innocent offspring.”
“Y/N.” you mother said in a warning tone. “You know that kind of talk is what got you into trouble last time.”
“Mother.” you rebutted with just as much attitude. “Don’t act like I’m wrong.” you mumbled.”And don’t even think about trying to get me to forgive him for considering my premature Deciding.”
“Y/N, he’s trying his best.” she sighed. “You know that.”
“Oh is he now?!” you snapped, slamming your fist on the table.
It was a touchy subject for you, your father. You weren’t sure how to describe your relationship with him other than shouting matches and glares across the dinner table. It’s been that way for a long time. You were positive he regrets ever giving birth to you in the first place. The feeling was mutual. He was just itching to haul you off on some rich asshole.
It was called The Deciding. It was law in all of Nue Island that parents decide who their sons and daughters will marry. It’s a huge ceremony, like a wedding! Only this to you was like a prison sentence. It was a huge tradition and everyone on Nue Island followed this code. Love didn’t exist here, only business “Bullshit, no offence but can we not talk about my dad, I want to enjoy my weekend.”
“Well your grandparents have crazy ideas of human life.” she sat next to you, ignoring the jab at your father. “I remember your grandfather used to tell me the stories he tells you whenever he comes over. I used to be just like you, so enthralled with such a crazy thing like love. I wanted it so bad, I’d do anything to find it. I almost left Nue Island and became a singer.”
“What caused you to stop?” you could only look at her like she was crazy. “Why would you stop in the first place?” you raised an eyebrow. “Because of a The Deciding? Because of the government? Why?!”
“Of course not!” she replied. “I just realized that some things were more important, Y/N. Something like love doesn’t ensure you’ll be financially successful for the rest of your life. Love doesn’t assure you’ll always be happy. Love doesn’t mean that you’ll always be loved.“ she explained. You weren’t buying it. In fact you were so close lashing out. Your mom was brainwashed. It wasn’t fair. Not by a long shot.
"But this does? There are a bunch of abusive losers who get put with innocent people every day and the parents don’t care!” you couldn’t help but jump back to your feet again. This place was built of a bunch of old weird guys trying to tell you who to make babies with. You detested it with all of your heart and your father just so happened to be one of those weird guys who did that. “This Deciding thing uses people and since the population is small, no one cares to even question it!”
“Y/N, name five times that’s happened.” your mother narrowed her eyebrows to stare at you with a stern gaze.
“1998 Ella Rigby and Ian Song. Ella wound up drugging Ian, putting him in jail then marrying his brother whom she divorced and took his entire company, leaving him with nothing left. 2004 Maya Darle and Jason Way. Jason nearly choked Maya to death before his arrest for TAMPERING with the system for him to get a second wife. 2009 Dillion Baker and Tiffany Ping, Soyung Ma and Keaton Clark, Carla Manning and Peyton King-”
“Okay Y/N I get it! You don’t like the Deciding, not a lot of people do…but it’s the way of life.” your mother stood up to face you. “But Y/N, this dream of yours…is only that. A dream, and you need to wake you before you hurt yourself with a fantasy.”
“Fantasy is better than a reality.” you mumbled to yourself as your mother took you into a warm hug. “Can I ask you a question?” you said out loud. “Don’t lie to me…do you love me and dad?”
“Why would you ask that? I care for you very much!” your mother ran a few fingers through your hair. That didn’t mean she loved you…it just means she raised you.
“And dad?”
“……I’ve grown to admire him, he takes care of us. His parents thought I was a good match for him and I had to abide, no matter how much my parents hated the idea. That’s what every woman dreams of, right?” was all she said. Translation: Hell No. “But Y/N, listen to me. Whatever is going through you head, you have to get rid of it right away. Your brain is dangerous, My love.”
“My brain isn’t dangerous, it just knows what it wants.” you grumbled as she tightened her arms around you. "Mom,I…I just-“
"Why don’t we go and get those pizzas.” she cut you off. You decided to kick what you were going to say and just nod with a fake smile. It was better to get off the subject before you broke your mother’s brain trying to get her to understand you. It wasn’t her fault after all.
“Great, let’s go.”
…(Time Skip) (Read more below the cut)
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