Author's note-
This chapter's gonna be very, very confusing and honestly very disorienting because this is a dream that Jin has. Don't get mad or frustrated with it. So why write this chap if it's gonna infuriate my readers? The answer is it is absolutely necessary for the character development and the plot line. There are legit symbols in this dream sequence which will be looked into in later chapters...
I REPEAT- THIS IS A DREAM SEQUENCE AND I DON'T THINK DREAMS FOLLOW A PLOT LINE OR CHRONOLOGY... IT IS RANDOM. AND IT FOLLOWS A POEM FORMAT, BUT I HAVEN'T MADE USE OF PROPER "FORMAT". NOR HAVE I USED POETIC DEVICES.
Also, I would like to dedicate this chapter to holdontilltae. Thank you so, so much for reading and reviewing my story AND for helping me with this one. You guys should check the stories written by this amazing author... they're mind blowing
Kay, on with the story...
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He walked along
the corridors of house of mirrors
that extended longer
than his eyes would capture.
They reflected everything.
His perfections, flaws and errs
of mind ,body and soul;
his true colours were seen too;
the storm in his gentle heart;
the weight his light soul bore.
He touched the surface and a hand,
latched on to his own arms
from its depths, as a voice
etched into his mind.
"I cannot do this anymore...
I'm flawed... I am sorry...",
A betrayal and an apology.
Blood swallowed his feet,
slowly drowning his ankle, calf and thigh;
Sun shone out of nowhere whilst he sunk
further. In regret and self blame.
Voices... Music... his ears perked up.
The blood, not his own,
reached his waist, then his abdomen then his chest.
Sirens announcing approaching horrors
reached closer while the music thumped
as if it had life. Laughing, screaming and crying,
his pinna picked the sounds.
He found himself on a hill, suddenly.
He continued climbing to reach the top.
He found a plate of food.
He shuddered. But that is strange?
For he loved food...
The plate grew in size until it became
a monster. An apple
rolled to his feet
as his presence haunted daunting blue corridors.
Tulips burnt; he clicked a picture.
A table for dining was set; dimly lit. He sat
on the more resplendent side, alone.
frail arms extending from the darkness
before him. They grabbed the fork and knife
and cut into the
"flesh". Blood dripped again, scarlet.
He was lying down on a bed;
white sheets; in a room painted blue.
the blue dissolved giving birth to a blackness
and neon colours bloomed; a boy
danced, his moves, as powerful
as a lion's yet as graceful
as a swans. More colours exploded from the tips
of his decrepit, long fingers as he danced
as if it were his last. As if he was the lord of it.
His white dress shirt glowed in an ethereal sheen
as it fell out its place- tucked into the tight black pants.
Lifting and flowing as the boy moved,
revealing skin wrapping his bones
were muscles should've rightfully rippled
like any other male's abdomen.
He danced on, not realizing the blood that dripped
from his shoulders, tracing patterns down his arms,
as it fell into his palms and the food monster returned
vengefully to gobble up the boy.
He (the dreamer) shot an arrow which burst
into a million hues on a portrait of an apple,
an ambulance cut across, hiding a part of the painting
a doctor's head loomed over his vision as a kind voice
filled the atmosphere, "She has eating disorder".
heart monitor and respiratory monitor were creating a harmony,
a rhythm, a symphony until death and
there was a cacophony announcing a loss.
He woke up with a start.
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Dead Weight |Jin.
Fanfiction"You don't need to treat me like a charity case, Jin. There is nothing wrong with me except my weight." What happens when Seoul's second best chef, Jin meets a girl with eating disorder and falls love at first sight? Ongoing.
