~Chapter 3: Based on a true event~
~Things are far beyond what we see or read—power lies in the shadows, where the real story unfolds~
In a dimly lit room, where shadows danced with the flickering light of a single lamp, a man reclined on a plush sofa, lost in the pages of a book titled •"Always a Happy Ending"•
His posture was relaxed, but his focus was intense. The book’s narrative, intended to be a tale of redemption and joy, seemed to gnaw at his patience.
As he turned the pages, his brow furrowed, and his lips curled into a disdainful sneer.
~Kim Taehyung(V)~
So, in the end, Aria gets her happy ending with her family
~Kim Taehyung(V)~
Based on a true event, huh?
~Kim Taehyung(V)~
This novel is a bullshit of a novel
With a frustrated huff, he hurled the book into the crackling fireplace. The flames eagerly consumed the pages, devouring the story that had failed to satisfy him
V's irritation was palpable. As the book’s ashes swirled in the firelight, another figure emerged from the shadows—a man who had been silently observing. He stepped forward, breaking the uneasy silence.
~Richie(V's right hand man)~
That book really was something else!! ಠ益ಠ
~Kim Taehyung(V)~
What are you doing here?
V demanded, his tone sharp and dismissive.
~Richie(V's right hand man)~
Oh, well, everything is settled now. The drug dealers are caught. That’s good news, right? ( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°)
~Kim Taehyung(V)~
That’s good, but it doesn’t explain why you’re here. ತ_ʖತ
~Richie(V's right hand man)~
I’m here to sleep
~Kim Taehyung(V)~
Then do it in your damn house!!
V snapped, his patience wearing thin
~Richie(V's right hand man)~
Ah No!~
~Richie(V's right hand man)~
Good night ~
Without another word, they each retreated to their separate rooms, the weight of their shared annoyance hanging heavily in the air.
As the night deepened, the man found himself tossing restlessly in his bed. His dreams were a tumultuous whirlpool of fragmented images and disjointed thoughts.
As the dream shifted, he found himself confronting his own reflection, staring back at him with eyes filled with a deep, unsettling sadness. The image spoke volumes without words, conveying a sense of futility and disillusionment. He seemed to be seeing his own self.
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Jinie's Pink FlipFlops
don't say that unless you wanna go inside that book
2024-10-12
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