Had he seen her? It must have been her imagination, that moment she felt their eyes lock. It must have been. At first, Kumi could see nothing. Then the shadow of his lower body silhouetted against the tablecloth that concealed her. Only that thin piece of fabric hung between her and him, whatever he was. Kumi brought the edge of her finger to her lips and bit down on the skin.
Don’t move, don’t breathe, don’t think.
Legends are not supposed to be real. Kumi wouldn’t have believed what she saw, except it never stopped chasing her. The first time she met the Sons of Midnight, she expected to forget about that night like she would a dream. But this dream was reality. Thrown into their world of color and night, Kumi searches for a way back to the light through the shadows of fantastical house they live in. Staying in one piece would be ideal.
Nothing but an apple for dinner
Lord of the House
Playing dreams and nightmares like a song
Flowing through water and stone alike
Breathing out sight
Holding in demons like hell
Breaking but flying
Floating between air and time
I accidentally deleted my forward and I'm too lazy to fix it now because I am. Short version: this story is inspired by a dream I had after I watched BTS' Blood Sweat and Tears MV but not in the Demian symbolism way necessarily and I put a lot of my own blood, sweat and tears into it so I hope you'll read it and enjoy it and give it some love in the comments because I tried my best to make it a genuinely good story not just stupid stuff URGGHHH I AM SO LAME FOR DELETING MY OWN FORWARD WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!!