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When everything was more normal, and he was a brat in middle school, he was simply just a stupid boy with an ego and a complex from having a twin. Fair enough.
When he got to high school and started doing and thinking more grownup things, yeah, then he was a shitty teenager. Fair enough. But it started to show that he wasn’t one of the regular shitty teens. Something more like a real nuisance. A true bastard, his brother once called him.
Then things went to Hell. And it went fast. And it was all because of those ugly fuckin’ Things.
And just like that, Atsumu became the worst version of himself overnight. Scared and pitiful, covered with a candy-coating of selfish assholiness.
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Jongdae sat patiently, blankly, but not uncaringly. No, not when the next few moments would decide whether or not his long-drawn out plan would fall into motion or not. The preparation was relatively simple but took years in actuality. Claim the bodies of Mother and Father, lay them on the impromptu altar of hair, bark, and wine, and allow his dear brother to do the rest of the work.
The entrance was opened, dark inside and putrid. The humming of flies served as static to the panting from within. The stench of rot and sweat accompanied the lone man who stepped calmly into the doorframe from the darkness.
Mismatched eyes matched mismatched eyes.
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“It’s like I don’t recognize you anymore, Jongdae! I look at you and see something cruel,” his nose twisted unpleasantly, “something sick.” He spit. Aiming to hurt.
The straight-laced man, clad in deep red and crisp folds, stared calmly back. The small curve of his lips ever present and ever haunting.
Minseok stared hard, daring, begging for any kind of response or refutation.
Junmyeon’s foot shook harder.
Jongdae opened his mouth and uttered, clearly and simply:
Good.
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A quiet thank you was uttered, and Soap lapsed back into quiet as he studied the misplaced mug.
It was dark blue, with a white elegant emblem stamped - more like printed - onto the face. Some kind of private uni logo. The latin surrounding the white building was long and Soap wouldn’t bother looking up the meaning but maybe in another life, he would’ve gone to school. Looked up the meaning of his school’s motto. Gone to games. Walked for his diploma.
But that’s for another life.
In this one, Soap sat in the quiet dim kitchenette with steaming tea, a shredded napkin, and Ghost, watching him like a hawk.
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The one where Soap and Ghost meet up in the common area at some god-awful time of night, fending off their personal demons with company and some good fucking tea to boot.
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“Something very strange is happening to young master Kim…”
The pair allow the fact to drift in the air, overwhelming and claustrophobic. The only sound accompanying them is the soft thumping of fresh laundry being folded and put away. Maria, the brave soul who made the statement – concise and true – continued.
“Have you seen him recently, Anna?”
“No,” she responds, smoothing her apron down and avoiding eye contact, “but I have seen the holes he’s been digging around the gazebo.”
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