[WATTPAD FEATURED]
❝Time? Haven't we always defied it?❞
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An eccentric man roaming on the streets of Seoul, looking for a particular something? Moon Yeseul would have been the least bothered about it had he not turned up before her in the most b...
The hope to see those survivors despite the likelihood of them snarling at him because of his spineless conduct still blazed inside Taehyung's heart, and there seemed no dousing of it.
Wary, he approached a bunch of people circumscribing what appeared like a notice board, simultaneously praying mentally not to witness the mates whom he was seeking being publicly chagrined. A static voice—absurdly enough— roared thunderously, causing Taehyung to jump at his own spot. However, the message it entailed was certainly a lot more startling than the deafening pitch it was being rendered at.
"The Emperor's forces have successfully captured a band of insurgents who were, as it is being speculated, were planning to make His Majesty their aim. They are also associated with a foreign enemy of ours, probably the Allies since they must be feeling nervous due to our German inclination, for the considerable amount of weapons they possessed, are highly sophisticated, acquiring which would not have been possible without an external aid. The seven rebels were thus shot down to death on the spot, on the charges of highest level of sedition. Long live the Empire!"
Taehyung's expiation had been dramatically delayed— a shocker so overwhelming that the male would have required much more time than a mere minute to absorb all of it. But much to his dismay, the announcer did not look like cutting him some slack that day.
"As a punishment that would set example for those trying to embark on a path like theirs, it has been decided by the authorities not to return the bodies of the deceased. The souls of the rebels, namely Kim Taehyung, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, and Jeon Jungkook, will therefore not find solace even after their deaths. May that be the condition of everyone who dares to rise up against the regime." The callous man finished, stepping down from the pedestal and pasting the list that he read the names from, onto the notice board which had initially caught Taehyung's attention.
The crowd gawked at the record for a while, tears debouching from the eyes of a few while others muttered curses for the so-called regime that was as ruthless to them as ever. Meanwhile people exchanged their views on the mishap that occurred, Taehyung was endeavoring not to let his stability spiral.
Why in the world was his name pronounced by the reporter and not Sangcheol's? Why was Sangcheol being framed as the deserter when it was in fact him who had done the unspeakable? How did Taehyung wind up being the martyr— or rebel, to satisfy the regime's ego— while Sangcheol became destined to be grimaced at for an eternity?
Taehyung's eyes progressively enlarged upon the realization as beads of cold sweat started trickling down the sides of his face. He was just about to lose his balance and collapse on the hard ground, when shrieks belonging to an extremely familiar voice was recognized by him. Another squint at a distance and he was able to discern who it was.
Yeoreum, his fiancee.
Han Yeoreum, of all people, was stumbling towards the same throng of people that Taehyung was a part of too, at a pace which unerringly showcased how aghast and crestfallen she must have felt when she had first come across the news. Taehyung immediately began to shuffle his feet upon locating her, still not knowing how to lay down the entire incident in words that would not instill in him disgust for his own self. And so, in the same irresolution, he hid himself behind a wall, with only one intention of keeping the female uninformed of the evident truth.
Witnessing Yeoreum crying so bitterly was shattering Taehyung's heart to bits. The customary, graceful demeanor of the female was now long-gone, and so was the hesitation regarding thumping her Hanbok-cloaked arms onto the untidy surface while lamenting. Tears welled up in Taehyung's eyes as he watched her small figure from afar, mourning the death of the man whom she loved so sincerely, but was never hers to begin with.
A matter of few hours and Taehyung had, at once, wronged the two people who adored him the most— Sangcheol and Yeoreum.
It was this moment of him shaking his head in disappointment with his own self, that a woman splashed a pile of water onto Taehyung, catching him off-guard. Well, the woman was not to blame, for he was blocking the front of her shop for quite a long time now— it was only natural of her to resort to such an expedient.
Astonished, Taehyung lurched backwards, taking a look at his garments which were now thoroughly drenched with water. A quick comb-through eventuated, which unanticipatedly served as a means for him to finally understand the mess that was behind the faulty identification process.
A swap of jackets had led to a swap of names.
Butterfly effect, indeed.
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LMAO SORRY FOR MENTIONING ENTIRE BTS THIS WAY— i couldn't come up with 7 different names, man, it's tough. pls pls don't be offended ;-; and they're being referred to as martyrs here, i don't see the point of anyone being offended anyway. so, sorry but dayum, i think this is one of the best chapters i've written down for this book. at least for me hehe. will you tell me your view on it too, pls? pls leave your votes and comments, it's legit drought in here😔 about the next chapter, you know the drill! swipe down to read the next update <3
