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corebunbun · 8 months ago

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◟★ CHAPTER ⵌ1 ‧₊┊˚꒰A little lost a lot to live꒱༘⋆ ⸝⸝ 【 Okegom Fanfic 】

The next chapter will have a drawing! I was planning to upload it in this chapter, but I'm practicing since it's my first time drawing two characters interacting in the same illustration. I'm improving my anatomy (plus, I sometimes try out new techniques and study art concepts to get better). Since my art school requires me to draw on paper, I always have to create the drawing on paper first and then transfer it to digital, which takes me more time.

And I won’t lie, while I was writing this, I was listening to a playlist titled “pov you had a gacha phase,” and it brought back a lot of nostalgia.

This is not the full chapter, just small parts; the complete chapter has 3,000 words.

you can read it at

˚₊‧꒰❝Follow everywhere I go

Top of all the mountains or valley low

Give you everything you've been dreamin' of

Just let me in,

Everything you want in gold

I'll be the magic story you've been told

And you'll be safe under my control❞꒱ ─ .✧

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　*　　　　　　　　　　　.

You stand still for a moment, gazing into the starry void in front of you as your thoughts intertwine, trying to make a decision. With your arms crossed over your chest and your head slightly tilted, you feel the weight of the choice before you. Which world should you go to? It’s not an easy decision. Up until now, all the places you’ve visited belonged to the human species—diverse worlds, but with one thing in common: each of them was inhabited by some variation of humanity. This time, however, you are about to venture into the unknown, to explore a world completely different, a place where you have no prior reference.

You know that eventually, you’ll visit every corner of the cosmos that catches your attention, but this first stop is special. The place you choose now will mark the beginning of a new chapter in your possibly immortal life—one where you won’t just be a silent observer, but an active participant in the life of the world you choose. This time, you won’t just be watching from afar, but you’ll be able to interact with the inhabitants, feel their energy, learn their customs, and that thought fills you with excitement. You've longed to experience this direct connection with other living beings, not just analyze them from a distance, but become part, even if only briefly, of their realities.

Your eyes scan the vast possibilities stretching out before you. Worlds twinkling like distant jewels in the immensity of space. "Uh... this one is full of suns," you think, a faint smile forming on your lips. "Maybe I'll visit it later... too hot to start with." Your gaze moves to another world, but the sight of chaos and destruction on its surface makes you frown. "This one looks... disastrous. Not yet." You continue mentally exploring your options, discarding worlds one by one. Some too strange, others perhaps too peaceful for what you're seeking at the moment. "This one’s full of rainbows and clouds... but maybe I’ll save it for the end, a good final destination for closing the cycle of tourism."

One by one, the potential destinations are eliminated, until finally, something catches your attention. It’s not an entire world, but a specific place on one of them: a snow-covered island. Its image materializes in your mind with dazzling clarity. Pure white snow blankets the landscape, and the deep blue sea surrounds the island in perfect contrast. It’s small, yes, but that’s precisely what makes it the ideal starting point. It draws you in in a way you can’t ignore, as if something on that cold, solitary island is waiting for you.

You close your eyes for a moment, keeping your arms crossed, breathing deeply. You know it’s not an easy decision. Every place has its own magic, its own charm, but it's done. You’ve chosen. "I’ll go to that island first," you say softly, sealing the pact with yourself. It’s not large, but it has everything you need to begin this new chapter. It’s a perfect place for first contact, to test your interaction skills with the beings that inhabit it, and to finally explore something beyond passive observation.

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Without wasting time, you start walking toward them with light but energetic steps. You feel the crunch of the snow beneath your feet, soft yet constant, like an echo resonating in the vast silence around you. As you approach, a few meters away, you come to an abrupt stop. What you see in front of you fills you with a mix of surprise and unease. You don’t know much about social interactions, but your intuition clearly tells you that what’s happening here is not right.

One of the individuals, a man with black hair and an aggressive demeanor, has a cigarette wedged between his lips. With one hand, he is violently gripping the white, fluffy tail of the other figure, who is lying in the snow, clearly desperate. The trapped individual has strange features, as if not entirely human. His white hair contrasts with the blood dripping from his forehead, staining the pure snow beneath him a vibrant red. He clutches at the frozen ground, gasping, pleading, as tears mixed with blood stream down his face, trying in vain to free himself.

The panic you feel at the violent scene hits you hard. You take a small step back, almost instinctively, as if your body wants to pull away from the horror you’re witnessing. But something inside you hardens. The fear doesn’t last long, and your gaze sharpens. You’re not going to let this injustice continue before your eyes. Without thinking any further, you rush toward the black-haired man with determination.

"Take this!" you shout, spinning on your heel to gather force in your leg, delivering a swift and direct kick aimed at his stomach. The aggressor wasn’t expecting anyone to intervene, and though you manage to catch him off guard, he’s quick enough to dodge your attack at the last second, stepping back slightly. However, your intervention succeeds in one crucial way: the man releases the boy’s tail, allowing him to break free from the hold.

The black-haired man looks at you with a twisted smile, his dark eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and danger. With an unsettling calm, he pulls the cigarette from his lips, holding it between two fingers, and gives you a once-over.

"Oh, what do we have here?" he mutters, his words laced with a chilling malice. His grin reveals uneven, sharp teeth that don’t seem entirely human. His expression tells you that this isn’t over, that you may have just stepped into something far more dangerous than you anticipated.

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You decide there’s no time for a prolonged confrontation. Your priority is getting the boy to safety. You spin on your heels and start running, feeling his tears fall faster as you pick up speed. The cold winter air bites at your face, but you don’t stop. Despite his weakened state, the boy clings to you tightly, his arms wrapped around your neck, his ragged breathing a constant companion as you run. The image you create as you carry him through the snow is reminiscent of those fairytale clichés, where the knight rescues the damsel in distress. But this time, you are the knight.

Before you know it, your hurried steps bring you to what seems to be a small village. As you approach, the landscape subtly changes: modest, scattered houses, some of them resembling igloos. The village looks peaceful, almost frozen in time, like one of those perfect postcards depicting an eternal winter. But the calm is only an illusion; your frantic pace and the urgency of the moment shatter that stillness.

The boy in your arms, still pale and trembling, weakly raises one of his hands, urgently pointing toward one of the houses. It’s a small structure with a sign at the entrance, but before he can explain anything, you act. There’s no time for clarification. You decide this must be the place he means and burst through the door, pushing it open with such force that the sound echoes in the quiet space.

Inside, you find yourself in what looks like a small room resembling an improvised clinic. The air is warmer than outside, but the atmosphere retains that cold, austere touch typical of an icy place. Next to the door, seated at a modest wooden desk, a figure startles visibly at your unexpected and noisy entrance. His features catch your attention immediately: he’s clearly not human, with large owl-like eyes that swivel in your direction with almost inhuman speed.

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As you release his hands, Yukisada turns to put away the materials he had used to treat Shirogane. However, when he turns back to you, he’s met with a scene he hadn’t anticipated: you’ve gotten too close to Shirogane, leaning over him with curiosity as your fingers play with his soft, fluffy white ears. Despite Shiro’s evident discomfort, you continue to touch his ears with a completely carefree attitude.

“Are you some kind of puppy?” you ask, utterly fascinated by the soft texture of his ears, as if you couldn’t resist the urge to touch them.

Shirogane blinks several times, still reeling from the emotional impact of the earlier encounter and now from your sudden invasion of his personal space. His tears, still present, pause for a moment as he processes your question. And then, his expression changes. His brow furrows visibly as the reality of your comment sinks in.

“I’m an arctic wolf!”

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