.A rose by any other name
Reckoning death with @pclycrystals
Seoul city, a beautiful backdrop to most, but to Taehyung-- a man who knows about the bloody underbelly of most of its inhabitants (more so the dead variety than the living) it’s a like a maze. It’s a labyrinth lawhere the end holds his life’s obsession rather than a freedom.
It’s somebody who’s bodies (or what’s left of them) have been on his slab in the Seoul City morgue more often than not and he’s finally got his fingers just in reach of them.
Or so he hopes.
He has to skirt around a little bit. The ghoul world into too kind to his normal human and he isn’t quite ready to die yet. Yet.
“Um...” Just a lone soul-- no one else in the back alley way, just him and a girl. Could it be? Taehyung clutches the files he’s holding tightly and takes a deep breath. This might be it.
This might be what he’s been waiting possibly his whole life for.
“You-- are you the one who makes the vases? And the... roses?”
