AWKWARD...
Purple Hyacinth | Chapter 90
[ The constellation 'Princess of Self-Ruin' has blasted the constellation 'Celestia' towards the other side of the room using a massive explosion ]
[ The constellation 'Spirit of Chaos' says that he could now rest in peace ]
[ The constellation 'Celestia' says that her heart is screaming... along with her ribs ]
[ The constellation 'Tirek' says that he give up and that his life is wasted ]
[ The constellation 'Black Prince' says that you two are a cute couple ]
[ The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' is asking if this is what true love looks like ]
[ The constellation 'Chrysalis' is wiping her tears ]
[ The constellation 'Ruler of Lithurgia' is drinking from the champagne bottle ]
. . .
"Dokja.."
The two of them have catched up with the rest of the group. Kenji was being asked irrelevant questions by Jung Heewon and Lee Hyunsung.
"Yes?" He buried his chin in her neck, hugging her waist tighter.
"Yea, I didn't want to say this earlier because it might ruin the mood but you're still naked."
"E-Eh?"
"My coat is the only thing covering your body and I could feel your third knee poking my arse. Not that I'm complaining, just ought to let you know since we're arriving at Chungmuro," she whispered.
Kim Dokja buried his face on her back to conceal his terror flushed expression, the both of them halting in their steps.
"You should've told me earlier," he mumbled, embarrassed as hell.
(Y/n) find it cute and chuckled, "I told you, I didn't want to ruin the moment. And can you not feel it?"
"I was focused on your warmth and matching your walking pace."
Kim Dokja restrained the group from entering Chungmuro Station. He spoke, "Lee Sungkook-ssi, please give me your pants."
"Ahhh!"
Kenji screamed as the embarrassed Lee Sungkook took off his pants.
"Don't strip in front of my son, you idiot! He would have nightmares!" (Y/n) screamed.
Jung Heewon covered Kenji's eyes so he wouldn't see anything else.
"I've got a mental image!!" Jung Heewon shrieked, Lee Sungkook's cheeks tattooed in her mind... it was mortifying.
Kim Dokja took the lead to enter Chungmuro Station, his hand intertwined with (Y/n).
Lee Sungkook was forced to walk behind them in his underwear.
"Hey, look kid, that's your brother!" Jung Heewon pointed at the running Lee Gilyoung.
Lee Gilyoung was attached to Kim Dokja's leg.
"Have you been well?"
The dusty child nodded, looking up at him and furrowing his eyebrows at his neck and his intertwined hand with (Y/n)... then realization hit him and he gave the older man a smile— of course he know what was going on, he's not stupid.
He then turned to the child being carried by Lee Hyunsung. Kenji met his eyes and awkwardly waved his hand, "H-Hi."
"Gilyoung, this is my son, Kenji." (Y/n) introduced her son.
"Hello, Kenji..."
Lee Jihye had a serious injury and hadn’t woken up yet. Gong Pildu scoffed and turned his head as soon as he saw Kim Dokja.
“Yoo Sangah-ssi!”
Jung Heewon didn’t know what happened in Chungmuro and ran toward the people with an aghast expression.
Lee Hyunsung stayed in his spot, trying to distract Kenji from the mess— which isn't that necessary since he had seen worse... he watched his guardian die for fuck sake.
People around the platform were bleeding. In fact, Yoo Sangah had a cloth-bound tightly to her shoulder.
Some of the railroad tracks were covered with blood. They were traces of a fierce fight.
Jung Minseob stuttered, “T-The apostles?”
"What the hell..." (Y/n) mumbled, looking around the Station.
Kim Dokja squeezed her hand, he looked at the heads of numbers 2, 3, 4 and 7, they were lined up side by side on the railroad tracks. Their expressions seemed like they didn’t realize their own death. He knew who was this skillful.
"Where is Yoo Jonghyuk?" He asked Lee Gilyoung.
As he spoke, he felt an ominous presence from the Hoehyeong tunnel side. He knew despite the distance...
"Jonghyuk..." (Y/n) mumbled, "Are you alright now?"
His expression hadn't changed, "I am, thank you for your concern." He replied in a cold voice that has taken (Y/n) aback... he sounded strange, at least he sounded strange to her.
[ The constellation 'Tirek' is sipping on his latte loudly ]
[ The constellation 'Princess of Self-Ruin' is holding her breath ]
[ The constellation 'Celestia' is munching on their popcorn ]
[ The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is watching the commotion intently ]
[ The constellation 'Black Prince' is watching the commotion intently ]
[ The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' says that the tense atmosphere is suffocating ]
. . .
"What's with the fucking tense atmosphere? I feel so awkward what the hell..." (Y/n) whispered to herself.
"Well I don't know, maybe because you're standing here, holding hands with Kim Dokja, and he's wearing your coat, and his neck is full of hick—"
'And so?' (Y/n) cut off Dion's statement in her head.
"Bitch, you are so fucking dense! I can't—"
The distance might be great but he could see them clearly, and he really doesn't like what he sees for some reason.
He certainly wasn't expecting to see two holding each other's hand, (Y/n)'s coat wrapped around Kim Dokja— fastened with her belt... and the fucking kiss marks. Only an idiot wouldn't be able to piece the puzzle together.
Yoo Jonghyuk found the sight infuriating.
And he didn't know why.
His grip on the cut-off head of a person tightened and someone screamed when he threw the head in the direction of the couple.
"Putangina!" (Y/n) shouted when she realized that what he was holding earlier was a person's head and not something else.
[ Translation: Fuck/ Motherfucker ]
Yep, she really needs glasses.
The head rolling like a toy was covered with a cloak with ‘1’ on it. It was the 1st Apostle.
“It is you! You screwed up my plan! Right?” The severed head suddenly started to talk.
"Merde!" (Y/n) yelled, mortified at the talking head.
[ Translation: Shit ]
“Waaack! What?” Jung Minseob screamed and fell over.
"How is this even possible?" (Y/n) asked in disbelief.
"Everything is possi— (Y/n)?"
(Y/n) scoffed, "Of course you would know me too. Does anyone here not know me? Fucking everyone knows my damn backstory..."
The head's gaze landed on their intertwined hands and decided to mess with them a little.
"Ah, (Y/n). How long has it been? I've missed you." It was a genuine statement, it has been years since they last saw each other.
"Bitch, what?"
"Do you know each other?" Kim Dokja asked (Y/n).
"I've never seen this man in my entire life. Unless he's someone else and just in disguise."
The 1st Apostle choked on their own spit at the accuracy of (Y/n)'s statement.
Kim Dokja thought for a second before something clicked, “The Avatar ability…”
It was certain. The guy in front of them was a fake.
The severed head continued to speak, “Wow, I am really impressed. Pretending to be Yoo Jonghyuk, beating the apostles and the dragon… What is your identity?”
“What are you?” As far as Kim Dokja knew, there were very few people who could use the ‘Avatar’ ability in Ways of Survival.
The occupation that received such an attribute was normally fixed. They were occupations engaged in creative work and frequently experienced dissociative personality disorder due to excessive stress.
He slowly looked him up and down before asking, “You, are you perhaps a writer?”