The Art of Being Concept

The Beginning

'It was just a toast!' was the last thought Kim Taehyung had in the lifetime of 17 years that he lived.

The very next thought he had was 'Now, that's just ridiculous.' which served to wake him up from his panicked state. Alas, still a dead one.

His hands flew around his body, touching and pinching every piece of skin they came across; which in truth was not a lot, seeing how he was dressed in his pajama. But it was there, everything was right where it should be; arms locked onto his shoulders, head still standing proud and connected to the rest of the torso, legs obviously glued to his butt.

Maybe he survived, Taehyung hopefully thought. Maybe the damn thing didn't explode rainbows into his face and the pain he felt during those lengthy minutes was actually all just a dream. After all, the pajama was there and wholesome.

He quickly opened his eyes, checked the area around him and closed them back again.

Yeah, no.

He was pretty sure that he had no see-through blonde neighbor like the one standing in front of him.

Peeking through his eyelashes, Taehyung checked out his hands first. It was a regular, normal looking hand, for the most part. The glittering grayish tone was most certainly not an everyday occurrence.

Did he somehow transport himself into the Twilight world upon his death?

"Hi there!" The squeaky, high pitched voice broke the silence, along with his inner musings. Taehyung opened one of his eyes fully and proceeded to stare at the ghostly apparition of a woman.

'Are you an angel?'

The giggle that followed his question didn't really give him an answer, but it served beautifully to confuse him even more.

"No, silly! Why, do I look like one? I mean, you're not the first one to compare me to one, but it still makes me wonder how do you humans always mistake me for an angel!"

It was glaringly obvious from her light tone, flushed cheeks and that glint in her eyes that yes, she is often asked that question. And yes, it flatters her, oh so much.

"Are you a devil then?"

The scrunching of the eyebrows and an angry pout on her mouth showed that this was also a common one. Not well received though.

"Hmpf! Is that all you humans think about? Angels and devils? Heaven and Hell?"

Well no, not really. Despite his parents' best efforts, Taehyung never bothered thinking about God and Satan and all that jazz... Living in the era of technology required a high amount of time spent thinking about bots and raids and loot.

Or maybe that was just him.

"Pretty much, yeah."

She scoffed, whipping her hair behind her slender shoulder, which caused Taehyung to ogle her body a bit more.

She was wearing some kind of a frilly, flowery dress and the only thing from this picture missing was a hat and a man under her arm.

"Humans, always so philosophical and profound.." He wasn't certain whether she was trying to sass him or not... after all, the only experience with women he had included a nag mom, a nag teacher, and a sailor mouthed online friends. The first time one of them used a cutesy voice on him, Taehyung was so confused and dazed that he ended up giving her a lot of good items from the raid he sweated blood and tears to clear.