Kuebiko
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{AU} It was snowing again.
Black snow.
He stood at the window of his office, watching layer upon layer of black snow build up like phlegm and tobacco in a smoker’s lungs. Until finally, he broke the silence, turning to face his assistant who stood there at the doorway behind him, silent too, and awaiting more instructions.
He has decided.
“Bring me the political prisoner,” Taehyung finally said. “I need to speak to him.”
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From The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows:
n. a state of exhaustion inspired by an act of senseless violence, which forces you to revise your image of what can happen in this world—mending the fences of your expectations, weeding out invasive truths, cultivating the perennial good that’s buried under the surface—before propping yourself up in the middle of it like an old scarecrow, who’s bursting at the seams but powerless to do anything but stand there and watch.
Foreword
I will very likely end up posting this on my AO3 account and Wattpad account after the contest is over. They will be under the same username as this account, as well as the same title, and I will provide the links when I do so. If you find this fic elsewhere, please let me know. I do not take it lightly when my work is plagiarized or taken word-for-word.
I'm also a little bit of an idiot since I'm taking on so many stories but I love writing, so what can I really do? Also, if you are interested in making friends on AFF, ME ME ME ME PLEASE. Okay, I'll stop. But honestly, when I finish writing this story I will add all commenters as friends. Be warned!!!!!
This story was written for TaekenByJungoo's Euphoria Writing Contest (BUT I DIDN'T FINISH ON TIME, HAHA).
Go and check it out! Please enter too!
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