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prologue; looking back
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words: 2.2k
warnings: graphic violence, character death, torture(?)
preface: I’m really excited for this series. Yes taeyong is the picture, but this isn’t a Taeyong fic. You’ll understand when you read, I just wanted to provide a visual for what he’s supposed to look like.
I remember feeling so giddy when my mom took me to the pop up flea market. Every year I’d breath in the smell of various spices and produce. My dad would sneak me carrot cupcakes even after mom said no. I associated this area with the taste of sugary icing and the potent smell of cinnamon.
All those memories are tainted with blood and mortal fear. I race through the marketplace, shoving pedestrians out of the way. I ignore the outcries of confusion and shock as my body crashes into theirs. The path before me seems endless with a sea of people only slowing me down. Against my better judgement, I look behind me.
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