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There is no beauty without some

Strangeness.

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Startled out of his mind, Taehyung woke up feeling restless despite getting adequate hours of sleep. In his mind were the waves of the uncanny dreams crashing mercilessly at the shores of his crumbling sanity. He didn't know how to differentiate between reality and imagination anymore. It wasn't like he witnessed something similar to the dream in the day that caused this to appear, it was completely unannounced.

Grabbing onto the headstand for support, he ambled towards the kitchen in hopes of finding the same scene he sees every morning but much to his disappointment, the kitchen was empty and free of any kind of racket. It was almost like when he used to live alone before.

Feeling a bit down now, he opened the fridge door only to be met with a giant pot sitting in the cold. Curiosity arose in his mind as his fingers clamped on the handles and placed it on the table. The freezing temperature clogged up the view of the content inside. Fumes of cool breeze brushed past his skin as he took the lid off.

Guilt immediately surged through him as he saw what was inside. He was touched yet sorry at the same time and he didn't knew which emotion outweighed the other.

To say, he remembered her saying something about dinner but he was quick to refuse it before even taking a look at it. She would have spent so much time and effort to make his favoured dish yet he had turned it down. He had been behaving terrible for someone who was taking the initiative to care for him.

But for now, he was sure that a certain person definitely crawled up a place of respect in his heart.

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Groaning slightly, Younggeum cracked open her eyelids. The horrifying sunlight instantly pierced her eyeballs but what was more terrifying was the time. The sun was awfully more lit up today and Younggeum cautiously clicked open her watch to see whether her assumption was right or not.

And indeed, she was correct.

"Mister Kim will be late! God, why didn't I wake up earlie-" She stopped in her tracks to find the whole house desolate. Beams of unfiltered orange sunlight escaped past the open window and landed on the couches in the living room that allowed her too see dust particles wafting about.

Her feet set their destination to Taehyung's room first but to her dismay, she found no one there as well. Feeling the same sense of dread and sorrow seeping in from yesterday, Younggeum trudged to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. It seemed like Taehyung had left for work already.

As she was about to take a sip, her gaze fell onto a tiny paper stuck on the fridge that was fluttering with the wind. She picked it up and her eyes skimmed over the letters and she ended up rereading it because she wasn't paying attention the first time, or it was just too unbelievable.

Thank you for the meal. I'm sorry I couldn't have it yesterday.

P.S It was really tasty!

-Taehyung

Unconsciously, her lips curled up into a smile and she swore her day had just got even better.

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Resonations of the high-pitched sound penetrated through the eardrums of students as they shifted eagerly to leave the classroom, even before the teacher left. It was lunchtime after all, a primary freedom that unleashed the students from dissolving completely into the benches out of boredom.

Jeon Jungkook was one of them. His figure immediately slumped down as soon as the teacher left. The next lecture was History and he was mentally not prepared for it though he was physically present in the class. The most detested subject out of all, according to Jungkook, was History. He didn't even know if it was because of the teacher or was it solely the subject but he preferred the former reason the most.

He was staring outside for too long to notice that students were filling back in the classroom and chattering again filled up the spaces devoid of noise. He had no choice but to lift himself up unwillingly and take the textbooks out where the teacher could see them. He would get furious if someone would forget to bring it and that student would probably land in detention depending on his mood.

"Class, stand up." Everyone stood up as the prefect's voice rang out and the teacher walked inside with the infamous scowl plastered on his face.

"Class, sit down."

"Students, turn your pages to page 13, I believe that we have discussed the topic of dynasties and have to begin with rulers and their consorts. Those who don't remember this either were absent or they need to get their head checked." No one laughed at his failed attempt of making a joke but Jungkook knew the teacher was only glaring at him whilst keeping a low profile.

Why? The details don't matter now.

Okay, maybe. Jungkook might or might not have fallen into deep slumber during the class yesterday which landed him into a week long of detention and thus, adding another thing into 'Why I Hate Mister Chul : An Autobiography By A Miserable Student'.

The voice of the man drowned out in his eardrums as the boy's physique subtly slumped down. His nonchalant gaze was skimming over the pages with none of the words making sense. And before he could stop himself, he found himself doodling on the pictures of the kings and queens who knew nothing about how their pictures would be printed worldwide without their prior permission.

And Jungkook still thinks that he didn't deserve the detention.

While carelessly scribbling on the pages, his eyes stumbled upon a little box at the corner of the page as his pencil skidded to a halt. It was yet another 'Do You Know?'s and somehow they were more exciting than the text. The words in the box were half nicely printed with clear bold letters and half incomprehensible. As if they were deliberately smudged.

He could make out words like 'Worst incident recorded in hist...', 'bethrothed to King Ye...', 'disowned at an ea...' and 'stereotypical rules still fol...'. And it ended, just like that. It could've been another printing error, it usually happens with a book when an edition goes into mass printing but Jungkook let his curiosity wander and found out that every book had the same problem.

Strange.

"Uh, Mister Chul?" He raised his arm.

"Yes Jungkook?" The man responded, quite fed up after being interrupted while reading a sentence.

"Can you please say the lines in the box at the bottom-most right corner? I believe it might be a printing error." The teacher cocked an eyebrow as he pushed his spectacles up and began roaming his stare over the page. Deceiving silence engulfed the class as Jungkook held in a sharp breath. There was no way it could happen, there was no w-

"Indeed, there is a printing error. But it is weird knowing that I've had this textbook for years at most and I've come accross this page countless of times and yet I don't recall ever spotting this. Thank you for pointing it out Jungkook, I shall discuss it with the other teachers."

Jungkook exhaled as he mustered up a forced smile and nodded at the man but his mind was in a raging hurricane of perplexion. His teacher's book was old and he might've taught the text in the box to other students, then why the sudden printing mistake? If the teacher had already found it then it would've been solved in the newest edition of the same book that he was staring at now. Unless...

No that's impossible.

There's no way words can reappear and disappear as they wish.

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Again.

He had lost the deal again.

To that father of his.

He still remembers the smug smirk he had on when he had walked out of the meeting with his numerous of minions following him about.

And all of this because of a simple punctuation mistake.

His father had made it a such a great deal about it. It was all fine in the beginning when the insults were at the minimum but then the man began questioning his work ethics and morales. He knew he did this in order to break his motivation to work separately and join the family corporate at last, he was well aware of that but still it hurt equally as much when your own blood was trying to manipulate you to work under him.

But Taehyung knew better than that. He acknowledged the fact that if he had let his father dominate him, he would never be happy. They do this in the name of 'only thinking the better for you' but that wasn't even half the truth.

The hot simmering cup of green tea pushed past his lips as a mist formed on his reflection in the glass due to the steam.

Suddenly a shrill ring tore through the evergreen silence. Taehyung almost dropped the cup down and fished his phone out of his pocket and placed it on his ear. Seconds pass yet there was no voice on the other line acknowledging his presence.

"Uhm, Hello?"

Just as he was about to check the name on the screen, an ever-so familiar ticking rushed into the picture which caused his pupils to dilate in recognition. He felt the skin of his fingertips tighten until it was tough to hold the phone and it slipped past his fingertips and fell captive to the earth's pull.

Tick, tick, tick

He found himself perched on his seat with his broken phone in hand and no cups of green tea lurking around. Confused, Taehyung walked out of his office and headed straight to Jimin's cubicle where he was conversing with three of the female co-workers who dashed away on his unannounced arrival.

"Dude, my cubicle is next to your office doesn't mean that you could barge in without any prior notice! I was just about to get their numbers!"

"Jimin," He held his shoulders with a determined face, "where's my green tea?"

The latter was dumbfounded at the question. He thought it was going to be something salient regarding the fact that Taehyung rarely held his shoulders with a look of serious concern.

"You never left office after lunch! Where would you get your imaginary green tea?!" Jimin huffed in frustration of having missed an opportunity to get the numbers just because his friend had a little mental breakdown and memory factory reset of its own.

But Taehyung felt his heart stop momentarily.

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A/N: Can you understand something, atleast a Lil bit?