#slooore

The drive was silent, the vehicle's wheels rolled at high speeds and the rain poured down on the large tour bus.

The radio sounded, a feminine voice singing various notes, her smoothing voice calmed the nerves of many via the heavy rain. Some people were sleeping, some were reading or on their phones.

It was currently around 11:30 pm and your tour bus had taken a detour a couple hours earlier due to a fallen tree on the road because of the incoming storm. Since then, the six-wheeler has been speeding down the empty roads longer than it should've. Of course, many, many people were angry- as they should be, their money and time was wasted instead of viewing the rest of the large mountains before night fall. Instead, it was just a forest and a cliff of water for miles.

A vacation your parents looked forward too. Your parents were athletes. They loved sports and being active. Your father is more of a climber while your mother is more of a runner. Every now and then, she teases and brings up how you’re gonna love running and will regret not exercising your body when running for something like the bus.

But you dismissed it and stuck with what you love; making music and creating art.

"You ok F/n?" Your mom asked, yawning and had woken up from her sleep. She smiled, reaching out to you and rubbed the top of your head.

"I am," you answered, still reading your newly twilight book from your school's library.

Your father snores loudly beside you, clearly tired out from yelling at the driver about getting lost.

"Mom?"

"Yes..?"

"Do you believe in vampires?" You asked randomly, looking up at her before she reached over to take a sip of her now cold coffee. "I wish,” she started, laughing a bit. “When I was your age, then I realized it would be chaos with those things around... when you're older, you'll watch Van Hel-"

The bus suddenly shook, and a few mumbling from shocked passengers immediately erupted. Your mom looked up and around, collecting her surroundings.

"Wake your father up." She commanded you.

"What's going on?"

"It's that fuck'n bus driver I swear."

"Are we in Seoul yet?"

"Mommy my butt hurts."

"I feel like we've been driving for some time now."

"Some time, we're lost again!"

Your mom leaned in to whisper into your ear.

"Cover your ears, too many bad words, I'm gonna go to the bedroom," you looked at her with bore eyes as if you've never heard profanity before. But you rolled your eyes and grabbed your large headphones and place them over your ears. You felt her hand run on your shoulder before she got up from her seat.

You hummed your favourite tune, popping in your favourite candy flavoured lollipop- but the joy was soon cut short as the bus shook again, only this time, it was much worse. Your juice spilled onto the ground and onto your father's lap, waking him up instantaneously. The force almost made you face plant into the seat in front of you.

Your father furrowed his brows, watching his wife walk to the front of bus.

Your mom stumble to the front of the bus, knocking on the wall beside the entrance of the drivers side. A thick curtain separating the two. She didn't want to interrupt anything, but she needed to know how close were they to the city. There was no cellphone service, so they were pretty much stranded, sitting ducks.

"Excuse..." She slowed her words, "...Me?" She pressed her lips together, seeing a odd pool of crimson substance spreading near her black running shoes. She stepped back not wanted to step on the unknown liquid.

But she couldn't help it. The temptation was eating at her. It could've been juice? No- it's too thick-

Ripping open the curtain, her eyes open wider than she's has ever before. The horrific scene in front filled her nose with a disgusting medallic scent. She quickly covered her nose by pinching it hard and took a step back in shock.

The blood dripped down the driver's hand and onto the ground. A long green-rusted spear with a spiral design around it was stabbed straight through the man's chest. The sharp end of the spear penetrated through the seat perfectly the a drill.

The driver’s window was shattered, showing the pitch black night sky. Analyzing the unknown-looking spear, it was as if someone or something shot the weapon with purpose and the driver was long dead with no chance of survival.

She was so stunned with the dead man, still processing that she had talked to this persons only a couple hours ago. Eyeing him even more, she didn't notice that the bus's wheels ran with no control. The dead males foot was still on the gas- she didn't acknowledge how fast the bus was suddenly running till it was too late.

The world stood silently as she watch what could be her last moments.

"Holy Sh-"

The large coach bus slammed the metal ramp with a loud bang, scraping the plastic covering open. As the two metals crashed against each other, sparks igniting, luggages in the bus immediately flung out of its compartment, creating a mess on the wet road. The passengers screamed at the sudden change and aggression.

Your twilight book slip out of your hands and you felt your father put his hand on your chest to push you back up against your seat.

"F/n-"

Your mom reached over to the dead man’s wheel and turned it to the left as much as possible. But the damage was already done.

The once secured metal ramp gave in, tipped the bus on its side in the span of seconds.

The people screamed, feeling themselves lift from the seat. People without seat belts were pull straight out of their seat rolling onto the side of the bus. You screamed, the heavy vehicle drove and broke the ramp, running straight off the cliff with speed, giving no one time for thoughts.

Your world slowed, turning upside down. Personal belongings flew everywhere, people rolling onto the roof of the bus, turning your head to your left, you noticed your father closing his eyes tight, he still had his large hand over your chest. His lips moved like he was giving a prayer and the corners of his eyes began to water.

Your mom, she almost wanted to vomit, the taste nearly in her mouth, her stomach twist and turned as she’s watching herself ascend lower and faster to the pitch black open water.

In a flash, you saw a large wave of water rush into the passenger side. Engulfing you all in an aggressive wave, knocking you out in seconds.

Taglist: ———

You smiled at the grumpy nurse who gave you a not-less-smile. You've been in the hospital for over 3 month now. Your recovery- to most- was a miracle. Doctors were over joyed at your recovery, and nurses were more then happy to help you move with therapy. You wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for the amazing doctors and nurses by your side.

Amazing what they can do.

"Leaving finally?" She asked, grabbing papers. Her voice filled with annoyance but you found it was a mask to hide her excitement.

"Yup! discharged finally," you said before handing her a gift bag. "For you, for helping me."

She smiled. A genuine one. "When you enter this field, helping someone is a must not a choice. I helped you because it's my job..." she took the gift bag and hid it behind the serving desk.

"Thank you. Whatever it is, I love it." She chuckled before handing you papers.

The bill probably.

"A young man already paid for it." Your nurse said before walking away from you to her new patient.

"A young man...?" You muttered. Paid? Someone paid for it? Sure as hell wasn't you. So who? Quickly you opened the bill, scanning the page for a name. Anonymous it read. How the hell did someone pay over ₩40,000,000 for let alone someone like you?

Your memory was fuzzy. Apon months of physical and mental therapy, your memory flashed every now and then. You can hardly remember the two figures in your room after your surgery. And as to how you were hospitalized remains a mystery. Who would do something so brutal? Maybe someone knows who you are and is now targeting you or it's just karma coming to say hello.

The nurses informed you that friends came over to visit but you were quick to say you had no one to call friend in Korea. Which led you to believe that they were involved with your hospitalizations.

So why the flowers? Why the blank card? The flowers you got because it’s a sign of support in recovery. But you have no one close enough to give you anything, let alone flowers. But what leaves you confused was the card. The blank card.

And to make matters worse, you got fired. The owner said to keep a reputation for the store, they had to fire you. Which was stupid, your hospitalizations didn't make headlines as accidents like yours are rare in Korea. Either it was masked by someone and told reporters to report something else or no one knew at all. So who or what made your boss fire you? It was hard enough to find a job and now your left with nothing. If all means, you were kinda happy the anonymous person paid for the bill or you would have to pull a line of credit to pay it off.

But you still had to pay for the coach bus ride back home. Your accident was so bad that they had to bring you to a whole different city for surgery. 2 hours away. Going under over 10 hours of surgery all together. The magic doctors have.

It was only a couple weeks later- after being discharged, was when you found a new job. A flexible one. One that you can enjoy. One many wished to have.

Dog sitting.

"She's happy to see me again, isn't she?" You laughed, asking the owner of the Chihuahua, holding the small dog in your arms who was wagging her tail aggressively and attempting to lick your face. Black and white breed with large eyes and her tongue that hanged from her mouth. "Yeah whateves, you can have her if you want, she's a pain in the ass anyway..."

She said, standing in her house taking a puff of her cigarette while you stood outside of it.

Your smile dropped.

"I'm sorry what?"

"Tomorrow at 8pm!" She yelled before slamming the door on your face. "Ok!" You yelled through the door, looking down to the small dog, you scratched her head- which she seemed to enjoy. "I can have you huh?" You really wanted to. By looks, she wasn't clearly groomed properly or often.

"If I had money... I'll do it if it means you're happy..." you mumbled, kissing her head.

Marshmallow, a Chihuahua- you think- you don't know the type of breed. Who cares. It's a dog. They can love you as much as you love him or she. You dog sit for a lot of other dogs, but Marshmallow is your favourite. She doesn't listens, eats a lot, sleeps, and looks and acts goofy. Just like yourself.

You found yourself in front of your car. Your car that sat in the parking garage since your incident. They cleaned everything. Not even letting the evidence team through and clean the crime scene immediately after you out of there. So to begin with, your case was nothing but ignored or erased. You definitely knew that you fought the culprit through, and definitely going to confront them about your car bill having to remove your insurance days prior.

Finally reaching your apartment door, your hands full with dog food and Marshmallow's bed as the owner wanted the dog gone for at least 24 hours. Kinda makes you question as to why Marshmallow's owner even own her.

She barks at your feet before you successfully opening the door, her tiny feet tapping the cold tiles before going silent due to the apartment's carpet. Immediately running to the couch to lay down.

Across from her was the flowers the two 'friends' dropped a couples days after your surgery. Nearly dead actually. The blank card tho, you figured it out. It's blank to the naked eye but visible under blue UV light. Smart cookies. On the card was a phone number. That's it. You've never called it or reported to the police. They didn’t help in the first place, so you were left on your own.

You just finished taking off your shoes, throwing them into the closet. "Marshmallow get off of the couch!" She didn't listen at first, but you smiled when she jumped off of the cushions to join you passing the couch. She jumped up, upper paws gripping your leg as she barks frantically.

"What...?" You mumbled placing down the supplies on the table beside you. Looking at the table you noticed the new large hot sauce bottle you recently purchased. "Hungry?" Your thumb caressing the bottle, remembering it was your adopted father’s favourite, shocked to see they sold it here in Korea.

"Let me get you some food..." you muttered. "Miss L/n-"  your eyes went wide and Marshmallow barked before you turned around quickly, chucking the bottle at the presence behind you.

Not to your surprised, they caught the bottle smoothly. Without a care in the world with their arm covering their face. The hot sauce bottle in a tight grip as their steel rings colliding with the hard plastic. They wore full black. A large black dress shirt with a silver chain and fancy baggy black cargo pants. With their hair full pitch black with parted slick bangs. They slightly dropped their arm.

They smiled. Or... he smiled.

"Hi~" he greeted in a happy-silly tone.

Your memory is still a blur for the past months but when you saw his face, you remembered it immediately. No, you didn't need drugs or surgery to remember his face.

Mr. Park motherfucking Seonghwa.

Dropping arc 2 on 20th

I swear. I’m done my exams.

Taglist (don’t be shy and I’ll add)

@yayaistime @mermaid17venus

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➫ "...You want some macaroni and cheese?"

➫ "...W...What are you doing in my house?"

➫ "It's a yes or no question. Want some or no?"

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MARVEL UNIVERSE!!

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BOOK WARNING:

SLOWBURN!! F/n (first name) instead of y/n, attempted humor, Blood, gore, swearing, angst, mature scenes, smut, men being down bad for the protagonist, LOTS of kissing, dub-con touching, torture, trauma, serious topics

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BOOK RATE:

MATURE AUDIENCE PLEASE 18+

⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️

This is a work of fiction. Characters, character personalities, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination.

Arc 1 is out! Posting on tumblr and Wattpad - (Currently unavailable on Wattpad. Under construction 🚧):

See - Snippets - for more work.

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