Night Glow (English vers.)

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The story takes place in a world where every human being is born with 100% of their life. Each action of their life leads to an acceleration or a slowing down of this percentage. 0% you can imagine, It's death.
It's up to them to make their existence as long as possible.
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I would live for you The cold air of Seoul seemed to taunt me to enter the interstices of my clothes.

- Damn its cold..

Complain..again and again.
It has become a habit for me. I have the impression that someone is thinking of my little person.

Especially when I'm talking to myself.

I crossed the sodden road and dashed under a store entrance awning. And then I sat down for a few seconds to think. I just got fired.

"Your angry behavior is worrying customers and staff. I'm sorry but you should take a break before coming back, here I have a good shrink".

Then I yelled at him and kicked something in front of the customers. This job as a salesman in a convenience store was already breaking my balls, I somehow lightened up... But I urgently needed money to pay for my tiny studio.

Here I am in the shit.

But I'll get through this, as always. I grabbed a cigarette and put it in my mouth.

Excusez

I looked up and without gentleness I snatched the object from the hands of the stranger.

- Yeah, thank you. Go away.

-Excuse me?? Your percentages!

-Kiss my ass. Yet the message is clear. Nope?

The footsteps moved away before disappearing in the aggressive noise of the pouring rain.
I concentrated on my cigarette and lit it respectfully before bringing it to my lips and inhaling the cloud of nicotine that was about to spread into my lungs, certainly already blackened with other poison.

Blackened with misfortune. Blackened with bad choices. Blackened by him.

I coughed noisily as if to vaporize my life devoid of meaning and human enlightenment.

Him, him and again him.
Always him, just him.

I angrily threw my cigarette under the giblet of water.

-..asshole..

Asshole..

I left Advent and found myself soaked to the bone instantly. Eyes down on my miserable piece of mego. This little piece of nothing at all, crushed between my fingers and soon trampled by passers-by. This waste that everyone ignores. This insignificant thing that only serves to poison others.

It's me.
This thing which burns, which is consumed, of which there will soon remain only a lamentable segment crushed under the existence of the mass.

It's me.
Kim Taehyung, at your service.
And I have 10% left.

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Here is a new fic. I hope you will like this new style.
I'm sorry for everything