strokinit Chapter 987: Untouched Souls Premier (3)
Chapter 987: Untouched Souls Premier (3)
Chapter 987: Untouched Souls Premier (3)
The very first block screening for 'Untouched Souls' felt like a bloodbath. Most fans weren't able to get tickets, so they started a frenzy online.
Although the movie wasn't over yet, social media was flooded with reactions, screenshots from the red carpet, and even some blurry, sneakily-taken videos of June on screen.
The hashtags #JuneAsJian and #UntouchedSouls trended almost instantly, and everyone who hadn't managed to get tickets, like Jia and her friends, was feeling the fear of missing out.
Bora groaned as she scrolled through her feed. "I can't believe this. Why didn't we get tickets?" She clutched her phone dramatically, looking close to tears. "That could've been us. Watching June on the big screen..."
Jia sighed. "Well, sorry!" she exclaimed. "I found out about it late because I was busy job hunting."
"Goodness, I hate being an adult," she added. "I just want to spend my mom's money until the day I die."
Nari raised his hand. "I hope I don't live long!"
Her friends ignored her and continued to sulk due to their lack of tickets.
Bora sighed and shook her head. "Look, let us not worry. My cousin managed to sneak in, and she's filming the whole thing. We can get it by tonight if we're lucky!"
She lifted her phone with a smug smile, showing her friends the text message from her sketchy relative.
Jia's eyes widened. She slapped Bora lightly on the back of her head. "Are you serious? That's pirating!"
Bora stared back, frowning. "Oh, so you want me to tell her to stop filming?"
Jia nodded, firm in her resolve. "Yes! We need to watch it officially. For June! We need to give him the money we have!"
Bora rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath. "I'm sure June wouldn't mind... I mean, do you even know how much this movie's made just from ticket sales in Korea?"
Jia shook her head. "No, I told you, I'm job hunting."
"Ten million. Ten million tickets were sold," Bora said, smiling as she saw Jia's jaw drop. "Imagine. And he's just getting started in the acting industry."
Back in the packed theater, the movie was reaching its climax. The screen showed an intense gathering-leaders of the other factions, all-powerful heirs, gathered in the same land.
It was he who had disrupted Yian's spell, he who had betrayed his brother at this critical moment. His hands were clenched by his sides, his body tense, but his expression remained calm.
This was June's best moment. His face showed emotions that only those looking closely could catch-a lifetime's worth of secrets, of silent loyalty, turned to rebellion-all of it contained in his gaze. His betrayal was as quiet as it was devastating.
Yian turned to his brother, disbelief giving way to fury. "You... you would betray me?"
Jian's face remained impassive, though his eyes were filled with a fierce light. "For too long, I watched you destroy everything that stood in your path. But this-this is where it ends, Yian." Without another word, Yian unleashed the full force of his stolen power. The blast was enormous, a deadly wave of pure darkness that would leave nothing in its path.
But just as the attack reached its target, Jian moved, throwing himself in front of Seon.
The blast hit him with full force.
The silence in the theater was absolute as Jian's body staggered, his face twisting in pain. He collapsed to his knees, his breathing shallow, and his hand pressed to his side as blood seeped through his fingers.
Seon fell to his knees beside him, his hands hovering helplessly over Jian's wound. "Why?" he choked out, his voice breaking.
Jian's eyes fluttered, the fire in them dimming. "Because...," he whispered, struggling to speak as he looked up at Seon, his expression filled with an unspoken apology.
"This is the only way I can... make things right."
As his vision blurred, Jian's gaze shifted to Yian one last time, a faint, defiant smile on his
lips. "You'll never win, brother," he murmured. "Not while... they still believe." And then his eyes closed, his body going still, leaving the room in a stunned, grief-laden
silence.
Back in the theater, the audience was utterly captivated by June's performance. The way he'd conveyed Jian's pain and his final act of defiance-it was more than they'd expected. The unfiltered emotions left everyone stunned by the depth of his portrayal.
In the crowd, Bad Apple sat frozen, his notebook in hand. His fingers had hovered over the
page, ready to write down another critique. But instead, he found himself staring, unable to
look away.
"What is this movie?" he muttered.