my school tests telling me - 🤡  go back to the 🎪

and then, there are my wayyyyyy overdue projects - 👁👄👁🍿

[which have to be submitted immediately after my tests end, and i have not even started them yet, at ALL, totally untouched. like, i don't even have a god damned idea, bout what i have to do, and what these projects expect outta me]

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"Fuck."

"No, not 'fuck', but 'what the fuck!'" Taehyung whispered, lips upturned into a peeved out smile as he pressed his face flat against the glass, watching helplessly as the carriage left the backyard behind, approaching a corner.

Thoughts still disheveled with the mind boggling piece of information, whose untimely revelation he had been subjected to, the Jew turned to face Jeongguk who was seated across him, still wearing a smile that made it apparent that he'd given up on life, and was prepared to give up on all his wordly possessions, and take residence at God's haven.

"Ew, Kim, ew! Don't look at me like that! You look like a perv!" Jeongguk cried out, in turn, face scrunched in repulsion and torso arching away, disgruntled by the magnitude of sheer insanity the other's expression displayed.

Taehyung pursed his lips in exasperation, sighing and shaking his head, sympathizing with both Jeongguk - who, he supposed, had been so overwhelmed by the prospect of not making it alive out of the carriage, that his priority list got all jumbled up in his head, that hence justified why he chose to accuse Taehyung of looking like a pervert, out of all the things he could have possibly uttered, the most expected of which, would have been him sobbing in dismay, and clinging onto Taehyung, rubbing his ass and thick, thick thighs all over the latter, or maybe, just pushing on all the blame over the the Jew, just as he always did, cause he was too much of a sissy to own up all his faults - and the coachman, who was whistling merrily, without a care in the world, probably too stuck up in the fantasy that he had been able to tame the horse with just one flip of his whip, not even in his wildest dreams picturing that the horse was perhaps bottling up all his wrath, only to let it blast on its own, like a ticking time bomb.

Hell, if the horse, by any chance, got this bomb of his blown up, Taehyung knew that the coachman wouldn't be the sole victim.

"Why isn't this thing moving faster? We have an event to catch for god's sake!"

Well, it seemed that Jeongguk couldn't foresee the dangers that laid ahead, either. And that was why Taehyung took it upon himself to explicate how, one should never, never get on the bad side of an animal that is not in its right state of mind.

And the Jew went as far as to part his mouth, his tongue perching on the palate of his mouth, ready to utter the first syllable, except, all that came out, was a scream - a plain, illegible scream, that was somewhat composed of a fusion of unintelligible curses flattening out in the form of a sound that was extremely displeasing to the ears, actually, to anyone's ears, but theirs, since both the coachman and Jeongguk had shrieked with Taehyung too.

The carriage lurched backwards, with Jeongguk falling off from his seat, and on top of Taehyung with such grace that the backed of his head smacked the Jew's nose flat against his face, which resulted in a much sharper yell of agony from Taehyung's side.

So much for taking precautions.

Head clouded with the haze of the pointed throb on his nose, Taehyung pushed Jeongguk off his lap, and cupped the ache, groaning and eyes stinging and watering from the impact, only for the Christian to bounce back on top of Taehyung, and once again, bang his nose.

R.I.P. my beloved nose. I shalt venge thy death . . . but I need to be alive for that!

The coach swayed to the side, and the skidding of the wheels on the left was clearly audible to both Jeongguk and Taehyung, who fell flat against the door, cheeks getting smushed against the window. "Holy heavens! Jeon, why the fuck are you so damn heavy?! I can almost feel my joints getting dislocated- fuck!" Taehyung elbowed Jeongguk's side, clutching the latter's head and pulled the Christian's face away from his. "Move the-"

The carriage jerked violently once again, and Taehyung gritted his teeth, and held his breath, bracing himself to be hammered by Jeongguk's head.

"-fuck away from me!"

And the carriage stilled.

Taehyung's defensive stance visibly loosened up, as he blinked multiple times, trying to make sense of the situation. Jeongguk was not better off, but no matter how much perplexed he might have been, he was courteous enough to slide away from Taehyung, and slip back onto his original seat, this time, taking care to grasp on to something.

"What's the matter?" Taehyung yelled out to the coachman.

"The hell happened just now?" Jeongguk whispered to Taehyung, arching his neck towards the latter, still on guard for an abrupt wave of motion. Taehyung shrugged, and just a moment later, they heard the horse giving a submissive neigh, and the carriage, started to tick forth.

It was after a few seconds, when the rhythm of the click of the horse shoe was in a steady tempo, against the cobblestone, both the males in the back heaved out a sigh, and allowed themselves to recline, against the backrest of the leather seat.

"We're still in Wang's mansion, right?" Jeongguk asked, somewhat off-handedly, expecting Taehyung to lash out, and furiously deny the statement, thus further cementing the Christian's belief, that the reason he did not exactly see their carriage passing out through the gates of the mansion, was cause he had been too caught up in the fit the draw-horse had been throwing, and whilst he had been occupied so, they reached somewhere near the venue.

Jeongguk couldn't just wait to step out, and plant his feet on land.

"We're still in the backyard." His heart drooped, and that was apparent in the ghastly his expression he pulled on.

"What?!" Jeongguk breathed out, staring wide-eyed at Taehyung, who had his head rested against the window of the carriage, looking outside solemnly. "And what are you even staring at? The wall? Cause you only have the wall, by your window!" Jeongguk added, trying to get a reaction out of Taehyung, preferably one, that got the gears in the latter's head to work, and as a result, get them out from this little hell-hole, alive.

Taehyung sighed. "What else can I do?"

"You use you head, and get us outta here, and not as corpses, if you can."

Taehyung shook his head, defeatedly, eyes still not going up to meet Jeeongguk's. "How can I, when there's no way out?"

The Jew's reply sealed Jeongguk's lips, for a solid few seconds, with the coach getting occasional shocks travelling though its keel, due to collisions with uneven stones sticking out from the path.

Jeongguk gasped out loud, suddenly, having an Eureka moment. "We'll slip out through the window!!" He giggled to himself, almost patting himself on the back, appreciating his own presence of mind.

Taehyung's eyes glittered, also acknowledging Jeongguk's wit, for a moment, until they dulled back into that helpless done-with-life kind of look, and he huffed out loud in disappointment. "No."

Jeongguk whipped his head towards the other in dismay, taken aback his one-syllabled monotonous reply, that negated such an awe-inspiring scheme. "What do you mean by 'no', pray tell! Can you come up with something-anything better? Can you?"

Jeongguk's tone was almost challenging, and smothered with confidence, clearly aware of the fact that nothing could be as benign as jumping out of the window, for both of them, taking it for granted that there was nothing more foolish, than sitting in a carriage drawn by a horse, that was a little (read: extremely) loose in the head, directed by a coachman with questionable skills. 

It seemed that Taehyung, however, was not on the same page as him, owing to the fact that the latter had been quite direct in his intention of refusing to slide the window open, and jump out, while the carriage was still crawling at a snail's pace. There was no saying when something would possess the animal's brain, that it would start screeching and misbehaving, with the motive of killing both the passengers, the coachman, and perhaps, its own self too.

Jeongguk licked his lips. Fine. If Taehyung isn't gonna do shit, then I will. Ain't gonna sit and do nothing while the fellow in the front drives me to my doom.

With a toughened resolve, he cleared his throat, looking here and there, as if he'd decided to question Taehyung about his response no further, and actually, go along with what the Jew said said, for once.

And it was right at that moment, that something came over the little draw-horse, and it screeched, thrashing its legs wildly, the after effect of which, came upon the passengers at the back, aka, Jeongguk and Taehyung.

"Oh fuck no!" Taehyung cursed under his breath, muscled stiffening to remain adhered to exact spot he was seated at, but it wasn't the same for Jeongguk, who fell right on top of him again, cornering him against the door of the carriage.

"Bitch, you know that the horse goes beserk now and then, then," Taehyung took a long breath, trying to rein in his groans of pain, onto his tongue, when he felt another jolt run through the framework of the coach, making the Christian elbow right into his ribs, "why the fuck are you not grabbing onto something. It fucking hurts, you know!"

Jeongguk was grinning as if he was in a fucking joyride, in a carnival, totally unbothered, cause it was Taehyung who had to go through the shit, and not himself, that already was using the Jew as a full-body cushion. "It's fun."

Taehyung couldn't help it, and let out a yelp when the vehicle tripped over a bump, and went on-air for a solid five seconds, which got him to bang his head on the palate, and also, ended with Jeongguk landing on his thigh - that, he was certain, was broken into bits, by this point - with a scream of excitement.

The bitch is really having the time of his life, while I'm out here, dying, huh?

Jeongguk giggled - and it was obviously to annoy him, this time - and mocked him with faux sympathy, shaking his head with a barely guised smirk, "Well well! You should've just not gone along with my jumping-outta-the-window scheme." He let out another snigger, that was punctuated with a shriek of surprise, when the coach bounced into the air all of a sudden, and added, "You should've known better, after all, it's you, who's the scape-goat."

The carriage was trembling with fervour, its hinges creaking and squeaking due to the amount of exertion it was being subjected to. It was only a matter of time until the screws and nuts came off, and a wheel broke out from the keel, and rolled off somewhere, letting the vehicle crash into a tree.

Taehyung didn't bother to reply, patiently taking in all jibes from Jeongguk's side, and put the better part of his consciousness into gripping the walls of the carriage with all his might, and it wouldn't come off as much of a surprise to him later on, if he even managed to leave dents, with the desperation he was trying to not lose his balance.

After all, it was Jeonggukie's makeup, that was on the line.

Truth be told, Taehyung's foresight was better than what Jeongguk - or anyone, for the matter - perceived it to be. What was he doing, moments prior, when the situation had been calmer? Certainly, staring at a wall was not as entertaining people made it to be, having an internal monologue or not. Well, Taehyung had everything devised, to a certain extent.

It would be extremely convenient for him, if he was to just bounce around, just like Jeongguk was doing, going along with the direction of the carriage, the wrath of which, unfortunately, fell predominantly on Taehyung, making him be the one at the most disadvantage. However, he knew, what it would be like, if he were to let go - the Christian would bang his head, on every possible thing inside the vehicle, and it would not be a pretty sight, if he were to descend from the carriage, and present himself beside Taehyung at the Masquerade, if they were to remain alive until then that is, daubed with bruises all over.

But, it would be slightly different, if Taehyung was to be the one, who was bruised - it would be the certification of his masculinity, and he could even conjure up a story (one, that went somewhat along the lines of 'Kim Taehyung, the Saviour of the Feminine'), which would be as fitting as his appearance. And imagine, all the women falling at his feet, while he flexed his biceps . . .

"The fuck you gloating 'bout?"

Taehyung turned to face Jeongguk with a start, looking at the latter, almost dumbly. "Huh?"

The Christian pursed his lips, staring at Taehyung. "Thank goodness, you responded to my call! Looked really fucking creepy, grinning at nothing, like that." The former looked disgusted. "Were you painting porn in your head?"

Taehyung scowled. Jeongguk just had to ruin his dreams so rudely. "That is none of your business, so keep your nose where it should be. Such a fucking Pinocchio."

Jeongguk looked peeved out. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but did you just use a fairytale character as an insult . . . ?" He trailed off, looking at the Jew with uncertainty.

Taehyung's scowl deepened to such an extent, that it almost looked like a huge fucking rift on his face, and he barked out, "Who said that I wanted to insult you?"

If Jeongguk had been peeved out earlier, simply peeved out, now he looked like Taehyung just told him that he ate out horse's cum from a rodent's asshole. "Um, so you did not - mind you, 'not' - want to insult me?" Jeongguk grinned at the Jew, done with his life, as he slowly slid away from the latter. "Who the fuck are you, and what have you done to Taehyung?"

It was only after taking notice of Jeongguk's unstrained motion, that he realized that the carriage had calmed - or more like, the horse had calmed down, but there was no saying when it'd go bonkers again. It would be better to remain cautious.

They had not been able to go past the premises of the Wang's estate, yet.

Actually, the process of their arrival at the point past the last turn of the backyard - which was where they were stationed, at the moment - was somewhat tedious, with all that exaggeration of their movements, included. Madness struck the draw-horse, in a sequence - it remains fully sober, as long as the path is straight, and the moment they arrive at a corner, the effect of the wine befalls upon it in full force, which explained why they were being tossed around, left and right, after moments of amity.

And carriage pulled forward once more.

Peeping out from the quater-light, Taehyung saw that the main-gate was a few metres away, and there were - thank the Lord - no turns until then. At least, they would get a dignified departure from the mansion.

Jeongguk was not satisfied with Taehyung's lack of response though, and taking advantage of the lack of startling thrusts, which he presumed, won't be back for quite a while, he put his hastily formulated scheme - which had blessed his existence, after a few seconds of contemplation - into action, fully aware of the fact that the Jew probably didn't want to speak to him.

And that, was his trump card.

He would somehow manipulate - or, more like, annoy - Taehyung into opening a window, and boom! He would jump out from the coach, and knowing the Jew's desperation to catch ahold of him, in order to get him penalised for the gamble, the latter would follow. Everything was simple from then on - he would lead Taehyung away from the coach, and while he did so, he would somehow piss of the horse, so that it gets mad, and runs off wherever.

But there was this one thing, that was still unsettling to him - why would he go to such extents to rescue the Jew, from his potential death?

That could've potentially been the root of his following philosophical thinking spree kind of thing, but then, he had already invested enough of his wit to come up with that dynamite plan of his, and couldn't bother to exhaust his limited source of intellect, any further.

And no, it wasn't his sort of way of calling himself dumb, cause he was not dumb. No.

He felt himself getting infused with a fresh tonic of vigour, felt himself get a new will to live - not that he wanted to die, he loved his life, periodt. But, he felt the need to be dramatic, after all, he was accomplish a mission as great as this one, and that called for some big-shot hero dynamics.

And since he was very modest, he settled for a few adjectives.

"Oh my my!" Jeongguk gasped out of the blue, making Taehyung, who was peering out of the quarter light, observing the vehicle cross the main gate of the estate, flinch, and look at him with a start. "It's so fucking hot in here." And as if put stress on his statement, the Christian started to fan himself, almost desperately, with such fervour, that the movements of his hand, were almost a blur, and Taehyung craned away from it, in order to avoid getting hit.

Taehyung frowned, eyebrows knotting at the middle of his forehead. "Did you get your head hit somewhere?" The Jew almost sighed. My labour, all for nothing. Jeon got hit, anyway.

Jeongguk, on the other hand, clenched his fist in frustration.  This is not how it was supposed to go. "Wha- no! Why would I?" He made himself look offended - with an exaggerated pout, that was sticking out of his face in such a manner, that it looked like a lamb's snout. At least Taehyung thought it did, and was courteous enough to voice it out, so as to save Jeongguk from further embarrassment.

"It looks like a lamb's snout, so stop it. You're not getting anywhere with it." Taehyung's face was blank, and his voice was monotonous.

"Rude much?" Jeongguk huffed, somewhat disappointed on hearing the downright jab at himself, but he was not about to give up on his hope to walk - well, jump - out of the vehicle, with himself, if not Taehyung, alive. He didn't have a back up plan for nothing, after all.

The chances of this 'back-up plan' working, were slightly dull, since it didn't come handy when he tried to make his way out of agreeing with the concubine bond by yelling, but whatever. He had to make it work this time - no if's and but's. He would make it work this time.

Now, one . . . two . . . three . . . and action!!

"KIM TAEHYUNG!!" Jeongguk screeched at the top of his voice, squeezing his eyes shut, and torso bending forth at the impact. "OPEN THE DAMN WINDOW!! PLEASE!!"

Well, if the yell was enough to trigger the Jew into complying to his demands, and opening the window, Jeongguk couldn't quite make out, cause, even if Taehyung wasn't, the horse was certainly set-off, neighing with such zeal, that it could rival Jeongguk's and surpass it, too.

But did Jeongguk back down, when he got the cue of the animal going on a fit? Oh hell nah! Both the horse and Jeongguk were gonna rock this tantrum of their - even if it killed some by-passers on their way, since the vehicle was now on the main road of the Ghetto now, but hey, in the end, all that mattered, was Jeongguk walking out of it all, safely.

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Taehyung swore to himself, that he would never, never travel with Jeongguk in a carriage ever again - especially one, with a horse high on strong shit. And damn him, if he didn't stick to his word.

The interior of the carriage had it all - soft, pillowy cushions as seats, perfumed walls that drowned the jets of fart that had (probably) been inflicted upon it all the years that it had been used by the Wangs, which, Taehyung perceived, was quite a lot, judging from the creaks of hinges he heard now and then, as the vehicle took a turn round a blunt corner, still in the process of chauffeuring them to the Masquerade.

It seemed as if the spokes of the wheel hadn't been greased properly, or even if someone had kept it in mind to do so, in order to avoid the most basic of malaise, they had certainly failed in their endeavour, since it was quite apparent, that the wheels were worn out and old, and most importantly, bled to such an extent, that the wheels had no grooves for gripping onto the land at all.

Or perhaps, the numerous times, Taehyung - and Taehyung himself only, since, well, Jeongguk's conduct, was a little too complicated to be recounted, and that too, in few words - nearly cried out in panic, thinking that he was just moments away from crashing, and knocking at God's holy gates, in such a short span of time, the precise measure of which, summed up to a little more than the quarter of an hour, was, truth be told, was fifty-fifty of both their faults, and he would come down to explicate the cosmic equation of this statement, eventually.

But he was, for now at least, quite occupied with things of greater importance at hand - for instance, praying for the safe arrival of his soul in heaven, and doing all the typical last-minute repentance and shit, clutching onto the hope that he might score a seat in paradise, that preferably looked something similar to Hawaii, with all sexy belly-dancers and scantily clad tribeswomen that had translucent leaves knotted at their waists, one could never predict, after all.

But at the moment, there was nothing he could do - neither to the raging headache, that was beginning to creep its way onto the top of his skull, nor to the madness that Jeongguk seemed to have initiated, with an animal.

"OH YEAH, IT'S PARTY TIME BITCH!! . . . Well shit. You're a horse, aren't you? So -" Jeongguk paused, all his excitement filtering out of his face, suddenly, as he tapped his pointer against his chin, seemingly in thought, before it brightened up back again, and he did a weird dance step of sorts, bloated with giddiness. "OH YEAH, IT'S PARTY TIME COLT!!"

"Hey Jeon, so what I am suggesting is-" The carriage took-off in air, a flight of a full five seconds, before it landed, and bounced thrice, if one was to exclude the other low-scaled shocks, which had become usual by then, and the Jew had to break-off midway.

Taehyung's limbs desperately felt around to grab ahold of something, and ended up with his toes clenched tightly in his shoes -  a pair of premium nine-layered leather slipons, with wooden sloes - trying to grip onto the floor of the carriage, while his fingers hooked into the edges of the seat, planting his ass firmly at one place. The vehicle shook convulsively, and he genuinely felt his bones had been relocated - he had climbed onto the coach as a human, but it seemed he would climb out as an alien, if he were to remain alive until then, that is, with bones poking out of his joints, in awkward angles, making it visually unpleasant to look at him, and even more unpleasant to be him.

Jeongguk squealed, howling in delirium, flailing his arms wildly in the air, sharing sentiments with the horse - like a magical transfer of brain-data from the Christian to the colt, that was mad drunk, and wasn't even trying to act as if it was sober.

Taehyung had given up on life at this point, but he couldn't exactly give up, could he? It was a bit oxymoronic, to be honest, but then, his mental situation wasn't exactly the best, at the moment.

"Fuck, Kim!"

Taehyung's head shot towards the source of the voice - which was, that Jeongguk's larynx, in all actuality, but, it wasn't exactly possible for him to, like, peer into the Christian's larynx, nor were his eyes awesome enough to capture images from a curved path, so he settled for smaller things, such as, looking into the other's eyes, as he spoke, which all summed up to his head shooting up towards the estimated source of the voice. Yeah. His brain was not functioning well - or in other words, malfunctioning - and it was nothing new. He'd rather, someone tell him something he didn't know.

"It's so hot in here, oh my Lord!!" Jeongguk groaned, head tipping backwards, eyes drooping shut, and torso slumped against the backrest, as he weakly tugged on his head-dress, face flushed and panting, unable to catch his breath.

Did Jeongguk . . . get drunk too?!

Or, probably not, Taehyung concluded. It must've been all the physical exertion getting to the Christian. It wasn't easy to be hollering around in a closed cabin, with not much space for thorough air circulation. The Christian should've given this a thought or two, before he started dancing around impulsively. Taehyung mentally shrugged, cause it was Jeon who would have to bear the after-effects of his fault, now. It was not Taehyung's business.

Albeit, Jeongguk had slackened his frantic display of zeal, the horse was quite not over the high, still squealing, giggling and jumping. The vehicle was sure to be reduced into mere pieces of screws and nuts, the moment they halted, and after all this while, it didn't come to Taehyung as a surprise, when the carriage went off-land, dread and anxiety coiling in his stomach despite the desperate measures he took to.

The Christian tried to rest his head against the see-through material of the glass-light, but came across the realization, quite soon that it would be something pretty much synonymous to 'impossible', to do something of this sort, unless he had either a really high pain tolerance level or, perhaps, happened to get his brain damaged to such an extent, that it refused acknowledge the pain which came hand-to-hand as a combo, with the blows against the toughened glass of the quarter-light, due to the deep and not-quite-rhythmic jerks of the vehicle, that was delivered to head, each time when he tried to do so, all while he tried to keep the movements of his fingers inconspicuous.

And with Taehyung's eyes glazed over, and absently flitting over from place to place, from point to point, unsteady and hasty, it wasn't quite arduous of a task for Jeongguk. The Jew was not paying any heed to him, or in other words, was mindlessly ignoring him.

Jeongguk didn't mind, not one bit. It was all playing out in his favour, so far, after all. Except, there was this teensy-weensy bit of flaw - Jeongguk was actually exhausted from all that exaggeration of zeal he had been portraying, until a few moments back. That rigorous choreography had absolutely toiled his body out - no matter what, he was human, and naturally, the tiny closed off cabin, made him feel suffocated and all uncomfortably warm.

His head kept lolling helplessly in rhythm with the small hicks their vehicle went through, now reduced, considerably, to a tolerable extent, though his palm, flat against the carriage door didn't cease carrying out their self-assigned mission. The other hand was occupied, clutching on to the seat.

There was nothing, he was able to find though. It was all plain, no ridge, to crack, nothing. Nothing but a smooth, cool, metal hook-like structure, that was -

Oh, a handle!

Jeongguk swallowed in a gasp, that had been dangling on the tip of his tongue, and sent it inside, into his chest, where it fused into a puddle of gooey giddiness, spreading to the tips of his hair and the tips of his toes, as well as, everything in between.

It was a handle, that he speculated, probably unlocked the door.

Almost desperately, and totally without thinking of the repercussions, he started to swing the handle back and forth, wildly, producing audible snaps, which, combined with his grunts of effort, weren't quite hard to spot - not now, when the horse was behaving itself, almost giving off a feel of tranquility - at least not for Taehyung.

No matter what, it didn't budge.

Jeongguk could feel the Jew's gaze, but didn't act in response. Only if the fucking door opened, the Christians would jump out from this madness, and though he probably would end up with a few broken bones, it would be way better than being dead altogether.

"It won't open. Doesn't matter how hard you try, it fucking won't." Jeongguk heard Taehyung say, voice hard, almost as if he was stating facts, which the former knew he wasn't, and was, just like always, underestimating his innate strength, and trying to discourage him, and the Christian could almost visualize - though his back was turned upon the other - the Jew's poker-face, as the latter did so, speaking point-blank. And Jeongguk went on trying, anyway. "Cause, I've got it to be customized, such that it can only be unlocked from outside."

That was it. Jeongguk whipped around, neck almost snapping at the sharp movement, but he couldn't bring himself to care - whether or not his neck was snapped, or say, contorted, would be of much importance once he was dead, which he would soon be, if he failed to escape from this crazy vehicle drawn by a crazy horse, having a crazier companion beside himself - and now, it seemed that he wouldn't be able to escape, either. "Why the fuck would you do that?!"

Taehyung was sporting an expression, exactly as Jeongguk thought he would. "You are deranged." The Jew shrugged nonchalantly, not at all bothered about the present situation, seeing as if he was talking about taking his dog out on a walk. "And there is no saying what you might end up doing. So, to prevent you from, like leaping out of the carriage, in case we had a fallout," Jeongguk scoffed, "on the way to the Masquerade, I kinda of arranged for this system to be implemented."

Jeongguk was full on scowling by the time Taehyung finished his speech, and spat at the latter. "Fuck you."

"You wish."

Taehyung turned his attention back to what he had been seeing outside the quarter-light, surrendering everything solely into the hands of fate. Jeongguk couldn't say the same for himself, cause he was like a gum sticking on the underside of a wooden desk - clingy. He would preferably annoy fate to such a point, that it would have to keep Jeongguk alive, cause you know, he would be quite a handful in hell or heaven - wherever he ended up in - and get God and Satan - since, both of them combined, would find themselves futile in stooping the ruckus he created - after her ass, and well Fate would rather not get her ass bitten by entities of high calibre, so she would be compelled to get Jeongguk to stick around till the Inevitable.

And that, folks, was his master-cum-super scheme, that would give him control over death, but since he wasn't that power-hungry - his logic for getting such a moral enforced upon himself being 'with great power, comes great responsibility', the timeless moral for lazy, sleazy humans - he would be more than happy to settle for simpler things, such as, being alive.

And in this form of ultimate determination, he was struck across the face, with another alternative, that allowed him to evade death, for the time being, again coming down to exactly where he had begun - the window!

"The window! The window! Open the window!" Jeongguk screeched, barely being able to contain his excitement, pointing towards the said object.

Taehyung didn't bother to face Jeongguk, this time, as he sighed, his voice solemn, somewhat muffled by the palm he had been resting his chin upon, smushing his cheeks, as he replied, "I got them blocked, so that they cannot be opened more than the bare minimum, that is just enough to allow air in, so that we don't die of suffocation."

Different people with different mindsets, deal with disappointment differently. But Jeongguk, was the most 'different' out of all.

Disappointment did nothing, but motivate him better - an arrow only moves forth, when you pull it backwards, or, when you try to pick out the gum from under your wooden desk, it gets stuck on you hand too. The latter suited Jeongguk better, to be honest.

This time, though Jeongguk wasn't exactly motivated, rather, the notion of possibly ending up dead somewhat fucked with his nerves, and he thought that it was better to start preparing himself for heaven/hell - by being a fucking huge, huge pain, so that God and Satan got the idea of what was coming their way, though this once, it wouldn't be them, who had to be dealing with him.

It was Taehyung, who was the scape-goat, as usual.

With the heat within the vehicle, playing a title-role in shaping and sculpting the persona that he would be upholding for the next few moments, he rolled his multi-layered skirt up to his hips, and moaned in delight, when he felt the cool hit his leg, shuddering.

Taehyung stiffened.

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welp, this chapter wasn't supposed to end here

i planned it to go wayyyyyyy longer

but then, me being me (aka, impulsive), i randomly decided to publish it in this state :/