Mirae and Jimin hold hands and create a dimensional space within the house. They step inside, one step at a time. And only the cold air and the cool silence remain in the house. That quiet, eerie atmosphere.
“Jimin said he was coming today, right?”
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Just see what I'm doing. Just for two days."
"Okay. Is there anything else you need?"
"There isn't any, so go quickly."
A man who appeared to be Jimin's father bowed to the man calling him "Your Majesty" and pushed open the door. This man, Jimin's father, was named Park Ji-hwan. He was a fearsome man, possessing both a wicked and hopeful side. He was the one who protected the throne with his poisonous mind, so that speaks volumes.
"It's a shame that you're dating a witch."
Ji-hwan snapped his fingers and laughed uneasily. Perhaps it was because he thought all witches were evil. With that psychotic mother, that psychotic older brother, and that older brother still suffering from the aftereffects of an accident, his father was bound to be obsessed. If not for that, Jimin might have lived a free life like his younger sister.
Jimin and Mirae entered the square, and the two sat down on a bench, seemingly slumped into the void. Mirae sighed, gazing at the dimension leading to the world of the nine-tailed fox. Jimin, his eyes sad, cupped Mirae's cheeks and kissed her.
Love is a word.
Love can swallow any darkness.