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It should be simple: a professional decision, a special moment for their fans, an unexpected anniversary surprise. That’s all this should be.
But Jisung feels the old fault lines in his chest shift and move along with his breathing, cracks he thought have long-since been settled threatening to make themselves known again.
“Jisung?” Changbin’s voice cuts gently through the haze building in Jisung’s head. His tone is careful, but probing, as if the turmoil isn’t internal but on display for everyone in the room to see.
“I’m fine.” Jisung manages, but he tugs on the collar of his shirt to make room to breathe.
He didn’t think this far ahead.
He didn’t think Minho would agree.
But he did.
Now, they have to see each other again.
They’ll have to sing the song that 15-year-old Jisung wrote after he met Minho for the first time because he was smitten and blinded by teenage infatuation and had nowhere to put feelings too big for him to understand by himself.
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After years of not seeing each other without the barrier of a screen, Jisung and Minho take the risk of sharing a stage again.
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There were moments when Jeongin wondered if he’d ever grown into himself at all, or if he stayed as a mirror reflecting the man who’d unknowingly shaped a majority of who he is today.
He thinks he should be resentful of it, or envious of the others who were older than him, that they got the chance to wander aimlessly before they latched onto who they were. Jeongin didn’t have that, he’s always just known that there was someone he respected and wanted to take after.
And there’s no resentment there, even if some people would be. Instead, Jeongin feels relieved that he’s taken on Chan’s image.
Where Jeongin sees their similarities as something to take pride in, Chan sees them as something to fear.
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Chan’s room was cozy, with various trinkets and knick-knacks lined up on shelves and a reasonably sized desk. The walls were a boring shade of grey, but everything inside the room was so personal and properly picked out that it didn’t matter. When Chan was in the room, even grey looked vivid.
Jeongin was the only toy on the bed. From where he was tucked between the pillows, he tried to look for others like him, but came out short. He would have assumed that Chan had at least a small collection of stuffed toys, if he judged by the excited laugh that toppled Chan’s mouth when he got Jeongin—but there was nothing.
There was only Jeongin.
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a fox plushie so in love that it brings itself to life
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The manor on the hill had once been white, gilded and pristine—or at least, that was what the elders told them. It was once a grand house for a noble family whose name was lost to time. Now, it loomed black and broken, its walls veined with ropes of ivy that writhed like grasping fingers, shutterless windows gaped open, and even the distance between their stone cottages and the pathway to the hill was haunting rather than comforting.
That was what Changbin had grown to know. Just that image of the manor, far enough that it was only a daunting presence in the corner of the sky, but close enough that the manor was the village’s problem.
When storms rolled across the valet, lightning always seemed to strike there, painting the manor in stark, merciless light before it plunged back into endless shadows.
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Every ten years, when the moon turned red, the manor on the hill demanded a virgin sacrifice. This decade, Changbin was chosen.
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His eyes refuse to adjust to the darkness. It must be the alcohol, or the candy, or it’s just that dark. The moonlight filtering through the branches creates dancing, liquid figures, the air smells like damp earth and pine, and Seungmin feels like he’s floating rather than stumbling through overgrown roots and bushes.
Then, he hears the rustling of leaves, somewhere in front of him.
Seungmin stops, his balance wavering, and when he stumbles, he almost slams into the tree right next to him. His heart stutteres against the fog in his head, some unexplainable sense of fear making goosebumps rise across his arms.
The rustling grows louder. Grunting and the sick squelch of something Seungmin can’t see but makes his stomach churn nonetheless.
He squints, but the shadows continue to blur together. He takes a slow step forward, and then another, clutching at the rough bark of nearby trees to steady himself.
He hears more rustling. Not from the wind; it’s a deliberate, scraping noise, like something being dragged through dry leaves.
Then, he sees it.
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Seungmin just wanted to get some fresh air, instead he stumbles upon something that he shouldn't have