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𝙴𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 | 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛

| 𝘈, (𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵) 𝘍 | 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝖧𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 / 𝖢𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾 𝖠𝖴, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍

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↳   𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝖤𝗎𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

↳ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘓𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘰. 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰.  

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 2000𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘐𝘔 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘠/𝘕'𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 2000𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘐𝘔 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘠/𝘕 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩   𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘠/𝘕'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘠/𝘕 𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺?

(𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛)

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𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷 | 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵

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𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 - 𝙔/𝙉𝘿𝙖𝙯𝙚

𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 - 𝙔/𝙉

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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙀𝙪𝙣𝙬𝙤𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣

ChaEunwoo:

Hey

Y/NDaze:

Hey!

ChaEunwoo:

I know it's been a while since we last talked

Y/NDaze:

No worries

ChaEunwoo:

I've just been going through a lot lately

Y/NDaze:

Is everything okay?

ChaEunwoo:

 Yeah, everything is fine

So listen

I was hoping we could talk about things

Y/NDaze:

Of course, what's up?

ChaEunwoo: 

I just feel like things are weird between us

Have you felt like that?

Y/NDaze:

I don't think so?

ChaEunwoo:

I think it's because of last year

Things have been weird since I cam to visit

Y/N please be honest with

Did you plan that we would hook up?

Y/NDaze is typing. . .

Y/NDaze is deleting. . .

Y/NDaze is typing. . .

Y/NDaze:

I. . .

I guess I hoped that we would

in the back of my mind

ChaEunwoo: 

I retrospect, it all just seemed so planned out

I mean, we spent the whole time hanging out

in your dorm

And we only really left to go get food and stuff

ChaEunwoo is typing. . .

ChaEunwoo is deleting. . .

ChaEunwoo is typing. . .

ChaEunwoo is deleting. . .

ChaEunwoo is typing. . .

ChaEunwoo:

You must have knowing how vulnerable I was

Y/NDaze:

I didn't know

You seemed fine

. . .

I don't know

ChaEunwoo:

Okay, I just

I don't know

Y/NDaze:

Did I do something wrong?

ChaEunwoo:

No, you didn't

Just a lot happened really quickly

It's just made me feel differently

Y/NDaze:

Different than what?

ChaEunwoo:

Just from how things were before

Y/NDaze:

Do you think we'll ever be the same?

ChaEunwoo:

I really don't know

I'm sorry, things are just really weird

for me right now

But thank you for talking to me about it all

Y/NDaze:

We can talk any time

ChaEunwoo: 

So, how is school and everything going?

Y/NDaze:

It's alright, just same old same old

ChaEunwoo:

How's your friend Mary?

Y/NDaze:

She's not really my friend anymore

ChaEunwoo:

Yeah, it sucks when people change

What about your other friend, Myungjun?

Y/NDaze:

Haven't seen him in a while

ChaEunwoo:

Oh, okay

ChaEunwoo is typing. . .

ChaEunwoo is deleting. . .

ChaEunwoo is typing. . .

ChaEunwoo:

I'm sorry, I don't think I can do this right now

Y/NDaze:

Is something wrong?

ChaEunwoo:

No, talking is just kind of hard

I've got to go soon anyways

But we'll talk again later?

Y/NDaze:

Yeah. . .of course

See ya

ChaEunwoo is away

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗 | 𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

| 𝘈, (𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵) 𝘍 | 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘏𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘚𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘔𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴

| 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 |  

↳   𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

↳ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘠/𝘕 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘠/𝘕 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵.  

𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦.  

𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘠/𝘕 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

(𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘯" 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴)

𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 - 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 [𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥]

𝘞𝘒 - 3.7k  

𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷 | 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵

𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

He lives for your torment

Makes it full of strife

And he won't be content

Until you take your life

"This is the place. . .for sure," Y/N looked down at the paper and at the mailbox with the same number. "Could this be. . .his house?" she heard a humming of music and turned her head to see an older man in a red tracksuit. "Excuse me!" the man stopped and looked at Y/N, removing his earbuds. "Can I have a second?"

"What?" The man raised a brow. "Ain't seen you around here. Going for a stroll?"

"Ah, no, actually," Y/N rubbed the back of her head. "Who lives here? Do you know them?"

"Oh, you mean Mrs. Kim?" the older man looked at the quiet house. 

"Kim?" Y/N walked up to the man. "Someone named Kim lives here?"

The man looked at her with sad eyes. "Not anymore," he shook his head. "Mrs. Kim passed away last year. The house's been neglected ever since. Waste of a fine house, it is!" oh looked to be in thought. "Oh, yeah, I think she had a son. I wish he'd just rent out or sell the house. . ."

"Do you know anything about her son?" Y/N pushed more.

"Nah," the man answered. "I only moved here a few years back. I heard he lives in an apartment a ways away." That only confirmed her thoughts more. The son was definitely the previous tenant of her room. "That all? I got to get home by daybreak, or my wife'll be livid. S'good to take a walk in the morning, but it's sure cold. Don't catch a cold or nothing." 

He waved her goodbye, and she gave him a small one in return before going on his way. Y/N looked at the hose for a few seconds, taking in the worn white paint. This house truly was a beauty. Y/N walked to the door and tried to open the door. But it was locked. The only key she had was this bloody key. 

And it fit. 

Inside the house, it was a clean hallway. Y/N looked through the first door to the left and saw a bathroom. Shattered glass lay across the floor, and the tub tugged into the wall was filled with old water with cracks on the walls. She closed the door and opened the door across. There were many shattered plates on the ground that she couldn't step over, and it was piled up. The pieces would definitely stab through her shoes. 

Y/N huffed and closed the door, going down the hallway to the door next to it and going through. She walked currently walked down and noticed a pathway. The two doors were connected to the same room, so it didn't matter. A scrap of the notebook was noticed on the ground, and she automatically picked it up. 

-

"I recalled the rhyme of the crooked man. All he could do was live in a crooked house, with a cat and mouse just as crooked.

I was the same way. Everything I wished for ended up crooked. My dreams, my love, even my family. . .

How did the crooked man live? Was he sorrowful in the depths of despair?

. . .Such a life has no meaning. 

-

She placed the paper in her bag and left the room to go to the one across. It was a small storage room with a few boxes and cabinets and cobwebs all over. 

And another scrap of the notebook was lying next to the boxes. 

-

"The hotel, the school, the hospital. . . It was the same at all of them. My saddest memories wouldn't go away.

Writing wouldn't calm down my heart. In the end, my festering heart just oozes more, and I tear up the paper.

Mine is an empty existence. I have nothing to leave behind. Not even words. 

-

Y/N remembered the memories she had gone through and left the room. She saw the gash on the wall before heading upstairs. The door was right in front of her, so she went through and saw another scrap in the destroyed bedroom. There was nothing written but the word "why" all over. Some light writing and heavy writing. And she saw another piece of paper in front of the next door, only saying how he was out of cigarettes and needed a smoke. 

"I'm going to need a smoke too after this," Y/N replied to the paper, putting it away, and entered the room. It was another destroyed bedroom with a black notebook on the bed. She walked to it and picked it up. "The rule on this notebook. . .matches the scraps I have." she had it opened and dug out the scraps, putting them together. "There's a name on this. . .Kim Taehyung." 

Memories of the hotel went through her mind. 

So she had already met the previous tenant. And yet, somehow, she still chased after him. 

Y/N put on the notebook and had to take a double look when seeing something on a desk next to the shelves. Walking closer to the desk and leaned down to see three photos. One had Hoseok drinking with a man scribbled out. Another had a cute girl leaning into the same man that's scribbled out again. And the last photo was a little boy scribbled out. But even though the scribbled markings, the male looked like Taehyung. 

Why is it I'm not surprised in the least? Y/N thought, picking up the one of him as a child. Her vision was blurred, and a teardrop hit the picture. Why is it. . .that I'm crying? a little sniffle from her nose and her free wrist rubbed under it. He must have wanted someone to help him. He really didn't. . .want to just let go. Let go of his girlfriend, or his dreams. . .or himself.

The sound of something crying made Y/N gasp and look at the door. She sniffled again before grabbing the other picture of Hoseok. Y/N looked down at the photos before placing them gently on her back. He was here. The gun was brought out of her bag, and she walked out the door, not minding the tears that kept falling. 

She went through the door and saw the back of the monster on the other side of the circular table. He truly was crying. He turned around when hearing her step closer to the table. "Crooked Man," she greeted, breath shaky. "I. . .I can't go over to your side." she looked at the ladder to the attic in the corner. "He's. . .up there, isn't he?" the monster didn't say anything, only stared at her. "Then I'll be going there." she raised the gun, pointing it at him. "This will be. . .the end." 

Bullets were sent to the Crooked Man, having it screech at the top of its lungs for who knows how many minutes it took. Y/N winced at the loudness, but she kept shooting at him.

It didn't take long because the Crooked Man gave up when he called down to his knees. Curling into itself and falling to the ground, only crying instead of screeching. She kept the gun pointed at the monster, walking around the red sofa to tower it. "I'm not going to be like you," she declared. "You won't catch me." the gun shook in her hand. "As painful and bloody as it might be. . .I'll keep living!" she dropped the gun next to the crying monster's head. "So, begone!" 

At the echoes of her acceptance, the monster slowly faded away. 

Her shoulders felt so light, a sigh of pleasure leaving her when she rolled her shoulders. 

Y/N turned around at the ladders, raising her shoulders with a deep breath. 

With the last attempt to warn herself what she'll see, Y/N climbed up the ladder and pushed the door with a small force. She climbed up and saw a man standing under a noose with a knocked chair not that far. "What. . .What are you doing there?" she asked. 

"Can't you tell?" The man turned his head to show Y/N a little bit of his face. "I'm saying so long to this miserable life." 

"Can you. . .really say that?" Y/N asked, taking another step toward him. "Do you really think your life was empty?"

He turned around and gave Y/N a sad smile. "Well, there must have been good things," he said. The sight of his face had answered it all. Kim Taehyung really was the previous tenant. "There had to be." his mouth was opened slightly. "But. . .when there's so much sadness and pain, it makes you forget there was anything good. So. . .I have no other choice." his eyes were wandering, but he looked back at Y/N. "Aren't you the same way?"

She couldn't deny it. "It's true," so she accepted it. "I thought that way until very recently, ever since I was detained for trying to kill my mom."

"But it's different now?" Taehyung asked. Y/N gave him a nod. "Why do you say that?"

"Because I met someone," Y/N answered, walking closer to Taehyung a little more. "It was hard suffering all on my own. . .I wanted someone to understand it. To sympathize with me. My best friend worried for me, sure. But I felt like she was just saying things that he couldn't really understand." she felt the gun against her temple from last night. "I just wanted to end it all. I tried not to think about it, but it kept coming back. It followed me everywhere. He suffered much like I had. He was rejected, his dreams were thwarted. . .and then his family. While trying to console him, I realized. The things I said to him were what I wanted someone to have said to me." she took another step. "By trying to save him. . .I was saving myself, as well. And that's not all. Maybe. . .he did despise me. But at the same time, he tried to help. So I was able to make it this far. And what had been chasing me is gone now."

Taehyung only looked at her blankly and lightly turned so she couldn't say his face. "Leave," he flicked a hand up. Did she say something wrong? She tried to speak to him another step closer, but he turned to look at her. "You're wrong. This. . .this isn't out of desperation. I. . .just wanted to see you." he was talking about the hotel. "I didn't want you here yet. I didn't think you should come. Aren't there people waiting for you? You should. . .just leave."

"That's true. . .well—"

She was cut off when Taehyung met her in the middle and leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you for coming," he spoke against her skin, separating from her and taking steps backward to be under the noose. "For me. . .that's enough."

"I wish I could have known you sooner," she spoke the truth, slowly walking backward and turning to walk to the top of the ladder.

But the light of the sunrise snuck into the room. Y/N stopped and turned around to see his skeleton hanging on the noose. The skull was hanging to the left. "Nothing will make you suffer anymore," she breathed out, placing a hand on her chest. "Where you're going. . .it's a good place. Now, you can rest in peace." 

Her head bowed in respect. "Goodbye. . .Taehyung,"

But you know what I think?

"Wow, sounds like a real ordeal, Y/N," Namjoon still couldn't wrap his head around the story. "I mean, finding a corpse while you're on a trip? But it sounds like it ended up all right. I'll go get you some tea."

Y/N leaned on the dining room table, resting her head on her hands. "He was beaten by the crooked man," she spoke, catching Jane's attention, who was on her phone. "He was dragged to the other side. The crooked man. . .was always right behind me. I. . .realized he was there. Every time I was sad, I felt like he was whispering to me. I knew if I acknowledged it, I was done for. So I tried not to think about it. If all hadn't this happened. . . I think sooner or later, I'd take the same path."

"Always such an easy target, aren't you?" Jane teased. "That's why you got dragged into this!"

"It's fine," Y/N chuckled. "The crooked man is gone." the sound of her phone made her remove her head from her hands to look at the screen. She answered it and placed it against her ear. "Hello?" talking on the other end. "Oh, okay. I'll head right there."

She removed the phone from her ear and tapped on the end button. "Y/N?" Jane called out. "What's up? Who was it?"

"The hospital," Y/N answered, staring at the screen. "Mom's condition took a turn. They're preparing to do the operation."

Jane's eyes widened at the news. "T-Take my bike. It'll be faster!" she offered, stuttering and a bit worried. "You got to go! Don't sit there staring!"

"Doctor!" Y/N yelled, running to the doctor that was waiting for her in the hallway. "Mom. . .mom's condition—"

"To be honest, this is rather risky," the doctor didn't take long to talk, cutting Y/N off to let her catch her breath. "Removing the tumor isn't too difficult. But she might not have the strength to. . ."

He didn't have to finish, and Y/N fell to her knees and grasped the doctor's lab coat. "Doctor, please, my mom," she begged. "She's. . .she's the only family I have! Please!" 

The doctor stared at Y/N and knelt down to reach her eyes. "Sign this," he held out the board with paperwork. "We're getting ready now. We'll do the best job we can."

The crooked man

had a crooked body

and only crooked things. . .

Hours later, the door opened to the waiting room. Y/N stood up and called out to the doctor. "The tumor was successfully removed," he announced, and Y/N felt her legs turn into noodles. But she had to be strong. "She's still sleeping now. We might have a chance if she wakes up."

Y/N nodded and ran into the room to see her mother sleeping as he said. She waited a long time, but she stayed by her mother's side. "Y/N?" A fragile voice called out. 

"Mom!" Y/N turned her head fast at the hearing of the warm voice. "Oh, thank god." she walked to the side of the bed and grasped her mother's hand, bringing it up to her lips. "You woke up. . .you really. . ."

"I felt like I was in the darkness," her mother spoke. "I was scared. . .screaming. I must have worried you." she gave Y/N an apologetic smile. "And those things I did to you. I'm so sorry. . .it was hard, wasn't it?"

"It's okay," Y/N repeated over and over, shaking her head and kept kissing her mother's hand. "You helped me open my eyes." she fell down to her knees, crying against her mother's hand like a child. "Mom. . .I was so unhappy. I was always just struggling to be happy. But I didn't give my mother the happiness she needed. And after all the hardship I'd given her. . .I foolishly doubted—thought I wasn't loved, wasn't needed. That's why I—" she choked up with a sob. "Do you hate me for it?"

"Don't be silly, Y/N," her mother spoke, moving her other hand to place on her daughter's head. "Indeed, you and I both. . .it's hard to say we were always happy. But, even in sad times, you were always honest. You lived a straight and honest life. I was so proud of you. Having you as a daughter was my greatest happiness." she continued to pet her daughter, hearing the cries and hefty breathing. "Don't focus on the sad things, and I'm sure you'll notice all the happiness hiding around you." she stayed quiet, petting her crying daughter. "Sunshine. . .I'm. . .thirst. Can you bring me some water?"

Y/N sprung up to her feet. "S-Sure, just a second!" and she left the room. When she came back, she held the water out. "Here you go, mom!"

But her mother didn't respond. "Mom?"

And she wanted to ignore the sound of the long line on the screen. "Mommy?" she slowly walked up to the bed and saw her mother's eyes closed. So this is why she asked for water. Y/N placed the cup of water on the side table and sat at the edge of the bed. She leaned down and kissed her mother's cheek before resting her forehead against hers. "Rest well."

But I'm sure he was happy

Living in his crooked house

In Y/N's apartment, she sat on the green sofa with Jane next to her and a hand on her shoulder. "She got a good funeral," she rubbed her shoulder. "I'm sure your mother's happy now." she leaned forward to look at Y/N's tired eyes. "You got to be tired, huh, Y/N? You okay?"

"She told me she was happy in the end," Y/N whispered. "If I'm going to live without blaming myself, those words are going to help a lot. It's fine if I have to suffer if I can be smiling in the end." she looked over at her best friend. "So when were you going to tell me that you're two months pregnant?" 

"It was going to be a surprise," Jane huffed. "Give you a present of a newborn onesie that said 'Hi auntie' after Namjoon, and I were ready to tell others." 

"He had a right to be worried about you," Y/N pointed out. "Two months pregnant and going her way to an abandoned hospital. Pretty worrisome to me." 

Jane tried to say something, but the door opened, and she looked over to see her husband. "Namjoon?" she called out in confusion. "Why're you. . ." Namjoon didn't say anything but stepped to the side for Jeongguk to step into Y/N's room. "Jeongguk?!" she quickly changed her emotions to anger. "Why are you—hey Jeongguk!" she stood up, pointing an angry finger at the guy. "I still ain't forgiving you! How dare you give Y/N the cold shoulder—"

Namjoon went between the two and pinched Jane's cheek. "We're going," he announced to the former lovers, pulling his wife out of the room and closing the door. 

It was silent between the two, and Jeongguk looked at the door and at Y/N. Yet she didn't move, just stared blankly at the table. "Y/N," his voice entered her ears. It felt like a relief to hear him after a long time. "I. . .heard about your mother."

Y/N looked over at him, unable to smile. "So you brought flowers, Guk?" She noticed the bouquet of flowers in a vase in his hands. And he was wearing a white T-Shirt to show his tattoo sleeve and dark jeans. Still looked good. "Mom always liked you, so I bet she's glad. Thanks." her head hung again, hearing Jeongguk's footsteps to the countertop to place the vase down. 

"Y/N," he called out her name again. "I was. . .uneasy." he looked over at Y/N. "I got unsure of where I was going. Worried that the road I was walking would be full of twists and turns. So I took it out on you and your kindness." his words were really getting to her, feeling the wall of tears building in her eyes. And he chuckled bitterly, looking at the flowers. "You never let me down, but how did I repay you? I'm really the worst of the worst." he let out a sigh. "I'm sorry. Maybe this is too late, but. . ." Jeongguk walked to the sofa and knelt down to try and see her eyes. "Y/N. If it's okay with you, would you like to—" but he cut himself off when he saw her tears. "Y-Y/N? I'm sorry. Please don't cry."

She shook her head and wiped one of her cheeks with a sniff. And her being in his hoodie. . .maybe she was more vulnerable to cry so easily from his words. "Even though my dreams were crushed, and I just lost my only family," Y/N turned her head to finally give Jeongguk a smile. "I'm just so happy you came back." she turned to fully face him and grabbed his hands that rested at the edge of the sofa. "It's okay, Jeongguk. However off-kilter things get, we can set them straight if that's what we want."

Jeongguk let go of one of her hands to cup her face. And they both leaned in for a tender kiss. 

Unknowingly to them, Taehyung was leaning against the wall. A sad smile on his lips as he watched the lovers reunite. He pushed himself off the wall and walked out of the room after looking around to see what he had left behind. 

I hope to see you again.

But he wasn't forgotten. Y/N had visited his grave.

And she left a pack of cigarettes next to the stone and walked off after a smoke. 

Until then, rest in peace. . .

Good End - Bye Bye Blackbird

A/N: Hopefully I did okay—I really love this game series and I wanted to make a fanfiction. . .

So I thought why not.

The next game in the series is “The Sand Man.” 

It’ll most likely be out tomorrow.

Also, I’m lonely—please gimme messages or an ask box if you wanna be an anon. 

But I’d like to hear any reactions or comments!

Please be nice—

Ａｎｉｍｅ  Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘵. . .

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↳   𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝖤𝗎𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

↳ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘓𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘰. 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰.  

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 2000𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘐𝘔 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘠/𝘕'𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 2000𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘐𝘔 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘠/𝘕 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩   𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘠/𝘕'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘠/𝘕 𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺?

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𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 - 𝙔/𝙉𝘿𝙖𝙯𝙚

𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 - 𝙔/𝙉

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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙀𝙪𝙣𝙬𝙤𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣

Y/NDaze:

Dongmin! Hey

ChaEunwoo:

Hi! And I told you to call me Eunwoo

Y/NDaze:

Trying to get used to it lol

ChaEunwoo:

That's okay

Though the most important thing is that we're seniors! 

So what's up?

Y/NDaze:

Nothing much

What are you up to?

ChaEunwoo:

Nothing, just listening to some music :)

Do you like Coldplay?

Y/NDaze:

Yeah, totally!

Their last album was really good

ChaEunwoo:

It really was!

I'm so glad you like them, they're my favorite

Their lyrics are in my info

Oh! By the way

Are you going to Rocky's party tonight?

Y/NDaze is typing. . .

Y/NDaze:

Maybe, I haven't decided

ChaEunwoo:

You should go! It'd be no fun without you

It's crazy that we're already having end of school parties

Y/NDaze:

Yeah, it really is crazy

The time flew by this year, and college is close by

ChaEunwoo:

I know!

I'm excited to be done with this school if being honest

between you and me

Remember Minhae from our math class?

Y/NDaze:

Yeah, why?

ChaEunwoo:

She won't stop messaging me right now

Y/NDaze:

What is she saying?

ChaEunwoo:

That she wants to talk or something?

I'm not really playing attention. . .

ChaEunwoo is typing. . .

ChaEunwoo is deleting. . .

ChaEunwoo is typing. . .

ChaEunwoo:

Just one more month to graduate

Why does it feel like we're so old?

Y/NDaze:

Haha, I guess it is kind of weird

Did you pick a school yet?

ChaEunwoo:

Eh, I didn't get accepted to my reach

school, so I'm just going to one of the others

But that's okay! Anything's better than high school

Where are you going?

Y/NDaze:

Oh, I got accepted to an art school!

Not sure what type of art, but I've been really 

interested in animation lately

I'm sure I'll figure it out when I get there

ChaEunwoo:

That's awesome! 

You've always been really talented

I'm sure whatever you end up, you'll be great

ChaEunwoo is typing. . .

ChaEunwoo is deleting. . .

ChaEunwoo is typing. . .

ChaEunwoo:

Hey. . .

Even though we're going to different schools,

do you promise you'll be there for me?

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Y/N looked at the message with wide eyes. Her heartbeat was going faster than normal. She placed her hand on her chest to try and calm it down while thinking of what to say. Her bottom lip unconsciously tucked under her teeth and her hands went on top of the keyboard.

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Y/NDaze:

Absolutely!

Nothing could ever keep me from talking to you

You're one of my best friends

ChaEunwoo:

And you're one of mine too!

You always will be Y/N :)

Oh wow, it's getting late!

I hope JinJin gets here soon so we can head

to the party

Y/NDaze:

Oh. . .leaving so soon?

ChaEunwoo:

Yeah, as soon as JinJin gets here

Then we're both heading to Rocky's party

If you're coming too, you should probably

leave soon

Will I see you there?

Y/NDaze is typing. . .

Y/NDaze:

Yeah, I will

ChaEunwoo:

Awesome!

I'm going to go get ready and wait

for JinJin

Hopefully Minhae stops messaging me once

I put up my away message :p

See you soon!

Y/NDaze:

See ya

ChaEunwoo is away

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