The light was dark, but it was burning. Filthy blue in the middle, with a tint of black at the centre, as it showed it's hurt, hurt. The fury was beautiful, red shades out and strokes of orange being its crown, yellow flowing all around, hiding all the dark.

That's how the sketch of the burning flame of a fire in my sketchbook looked like.

"This is exceptional, it looks like a real flame... and the three-dimensional curve is remarkable.", My art teacher spoke as he analysed my assignment.

We were supposed to make something we couldn't survive without, so I made a fire because I could use the maximum number of colours and shades. Well, let the paper burn.

As he was still evaluating the literal piece of art, my eye darted towards the clock in the front. It was about to strike 4:00. I had to go to work or else I was going to lose another job. So, I took large four steps and escaped the route of being late. But the world can never let me be right. So my phone jolted awake, as my ringtone pored its waves in my ear.

It was rare, looking at the name of the person who was calling me. My twin sister.

"Yah, what do you need? I have to rush to work.", I spoke as soon as the phone touched my ear, sprinting towards the sun lighted exit.

"Um.. excuse me, I'm sorry to disturb you, but the woman who owns the phone collapsed. We took her to the city hospital.", a heavy voice spoke on the other side.

The pinch of sunlight covered my face, but the news that I just got was dark. Miss Sasha collapsed. Wow. Here goes my job and my rent.

" Oh, okay..I'll just come to the hospital. Thank you for informing me. ", I said as I hung up and immediately went to the sidewalk.

As soon as I got into a taxi, I told the driver to drive to my destination. Usually, I would have looked around the city from the eyes of a person in a car since I was a walking person, but I had to try to save my job. I called my boss aka the coffee shop owner, informing him about 'the unfortunate mishap' being the reason for my absence. And he didn't pick up. Surely he was fucking his stepsister again.

My pocket was in luck, the hospital was not that far so I saved some cash for the return trip. The hospital was not a place I frequently visited.

" Is a patient named lee Sasha here?", I asked. " Yes, but who are you?", the receptionist enquired. "I am her sister." "She is in ward 2, on the ground floor.", she spoke and I thanked her before rushing to the room.

As usual, my sister was a sight. Even in the dreadful hospital clothes, her smile shined. But at that moment I could only growl. This bitch. I wish I could kill her as her face lighted brighter when she saw my face.

"So my dearest Sasha, sweety are you alright?", I spoke with a calm voice filled with a bit of sarcasm. You won't believe what she did. She laughed. She laughed harder. 

"I broke my leg", she spoke as she stopped laughing, but after a second started again.

 I sighed.

"And how did you manage to kill your bone?", I asked with another sigh. At least this woman was not on her death bed. She was usually healthy, so that was unlikely. This was probably the third time in all the 22 years that she had to see the face of a hospital. Well, it was the same for me.

"I was just climbing up the ladder to bring the expired makeup down so that I could throw it, but the ladder became my enemy and pushed me off her.", she said with a funny face. Can you imagine that? I guess not. When you look at your twin, you see your own face just that it's not a mirror but real life where you are not doing those actions.

In that situation too, I was half amused. Sasha was practically funny. So I had to ask. 

"You sure you didn't hit your head too? You could have told anyone to bring the makeup kits down! Why did you have to do it on your own- 

"It's not like I have not don't that before? I think I was lucky that all the members were in the middle of the shoot so all the staff was there and no one came to know about it.", I was cut in the middle of the sentence so I stayed quite with another set of questions in my mind. 

"I know you are confused. Usually, I would have called mom in these kinds of situations but this time I called you.", she spoke, giving me I can read you so well look. Well we didn't call our mom until something very serious happened,but that story is for another time. I sighed.

 "I guess twins telepathy is a thing. Anyway, so what is it that you need from me?", I spoke looking away. I knew it was not good. As I said before, it was rare to hear from her.

She was a busy person who chose to become a makeup artist for the k pop group BTS i.e our bias group. It had its perks. I got to attend an event or a concert that too backstage because we practically looked the same and no one knew Sasha had a twin. But it had its own disadvantages. She was their main makeup artist since their debut and now that they were big, she was just as busy as they were.Even more her days off were not defined, so she was hard to approach. Don't think wrong of her, she still managed to keep in contact with me. 

"Well, I'm sorry sis, but please don't say no", she made a puppy face and said," As you know BTS begin their tour day after tomorrow."

 "And?"

 "I need you to go instead of me!"

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