Hello Loves~

I’m just gonna assume that the lot of you reading this are subscribers of my stories, since I told you about this blog. If not, it’s nice of you to be interested in reading this you wonderful human being! 

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My Inspiration: Welcome to the Game 2 

A first-person game, where you play as an investigative reporter, trying to rescue a woman in danger. You are given one clue. That one clue leads you on a search throughout the dark web. You solve puzzles and escape assassins and the police. 

My AU is going to be much different in terms of plot. I thoroughly enjoyed the whole atmosphere of the game. What really got me was the menu screen. It was of the two assassins. They posed like a couple. It was very dark and twisted, yet..romantic.

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Sneak Peek of my AU (if it shall be something)

Rough Draft

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His eyes wandered the large dining room. It was well lit by the extravagant chandelier that hung from the ceiling. Everyone under it had a certain glow to them too. They were porcelain dolls. All the same and perfectly crafted at the hands of their maker. Trained and skilled. The perfect criminal, just as he was. 

 

He could feel the bile rise in his throat, as he began to walk further into the room, in search of a place to sit. He couldn’t help but notice that no one had noticed him. He should be happy about that, right? He wasn’t one of them, but..still he couldn’t help but be offended. These people were the ones that had trained beside him in the academy. They were once his friends...

 

Too busy in his own thoughts, he didn’t notice the other man walking toward him. Both ended up colliding with each other. He was quick to apologize, “I’m so sorry!”

 

The other had his head down dusting off his suit. “It’s f—“ the man paused. “Jungkook?”

 

Jungkook’s eyes widened. Someone had recognized him? He’d hate to admit it out loud, but he wanted to jump with joy. 

 

The man looked at Jungkook expectantly. Jungkook looked on clueless. Was he supposed to say something in return?

 

And just like that Jungkook’s joy faded, when the man rolled his eyes, excusing himself. Jungkook sat himself at an empty table, awaiting one of the many servers to tend to him. 

 

He was about thirty minutes into his meal when everything just stopped. The entire room grew silent and all that could be heard was the clacking of heels. 

 

Jungkook looked up and almost choked on his food. It was him. No one in this whole god damn universe could forget him. Not even if they tried as hard as Jungkook did. 

 

Kim Taehyung. 

 

He stood at the entrance, long tan legs peeking out of the gold dress that pooled on the ground, around his matching high heels. Taehyung raised his heavy coat up to his face, so only his eyes were visible. 

 

The sight left Jungkook absolutely breathless. He just about passed out when Taehyung’s eyes found his. He could feel his face heat up, probably red, like the blood rushing to his .

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Okay, so that’s a little something something. It’s definitely gonna be better when you get a whole understanding of the story in summary. Remember it’s only a rough draft too, so nothing official at the moment. If you really want me to write this, then please do go vote in my poll! If a lot of you guys want it then I’ll tell you guys my Twitter and stuff! 

That’s all for now! Thanks for reading!