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It was supposed to be a simple trip, locate his best friend, see why he’d fled Seoul and (hopefully) convince the idiot to come home. Or contact his mother in the very least. Alas, it seemed as though fate was content to continue making a mockery of Yoo Minwoo.

Maybe Jonghyun was correct after all in saying that this place was dangerous. Though never in his wildest fantasies did Minwoo ever expect this to happen. In all honestly, he’d no idea how he’d managed to find himself in this situation. He had no doubt that if his friend could see him now, Jonghyun would be rolling around on the ground in hysterical laughter.

Darting away from the angry woman pursuing him, Minwoo could feel the sweat sliding down his face and his shirt sticking to him from the relentless chase. His fitness was not to be bragged about, he was a pianist, after all. His energy was constantly spent pursuing musical endeavours, not for running around in fear of his life. Athleticism never a strong point of his, not even in school.

“I said I was sorry!” Minwoo spared a quick glance behind him, yelling out apologies in the hope that someone on the street would take pity on him and give him an escape route. “I didn’t mean to walk into you! Please, don’t hurt me!”

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coincidences aren’t rare happenings on myeongcho island, yet seolhyun come to learn that nothing ever happens without a reason. though the reason why out of all places to see him again is a supermarket, is beyond her. years have passed since they have last met, yet recognizes him as if it’s only been yesterday.

her fingertips drum against the handle of the cart she’s been filling with all the healthy and organic stuff she’s forced to eat, unsure whether to approach him or not. it was him, after all, who cut off their friendship, cancelled any connection from one day to the next, left seolhyun in the dark.

curiosity wins the battle at last, mind filled with questions as to what he’s possibly doing here. she pushes her cart closer to him, face well hidden beneath a pulled down hoodie and a black mouth mask, greeting him rather unceremoniously, “been a while, hasn’t it?” the grudge she is, indeed, holding cannot be seen on her features, can only be heard in her voice, slightly strained, a tad annoyed, mostly surprised to see him.

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His stay on Myeongcho island was never supposed to be anything but brief, locating his friend, get the answers he wanted and then get back to his busy life in Seoul. In fact his selfish whim of travelling around hadn’t brought anything but dissatisfaction -- his final year of university was going strong, not to mention the amount of work he had cancelled just to get here, and last but not least the fact that he could by no means practice as adequately on the piano he had purchased for his apartment in this place: small and shoddy in comparison to the grand piano that decorated the interior of his own place. Minwoo feared that any prolonged stay in this place would dull his skills.

For the time being however, the renowned pianist had another skill that needed polishing, and for that his path had brought him to the nearest supermarket and, more precisely, its section with instant noodles. He was in deep contemplation about whether the extra spicy Myeongcho local brand could really be as dangerous as the promotions had made it out to be and thus barely registered a voice calling out to him. Only a second later after blinking once or twice did Minwoo turn to face the approached person.

Professionalism taking over, he immediately responded. “Yes, it’s definitely been a while... One, two years now?” he spoke back although he had absolutely no idea who this woman actually was. He met so many people during his career that it was absolutely impossible to keep them all in memory. Of course it didn’t help that a face mask was covering half of his face and that he only had the eyes and what he could see of her bangs to go by. But even so, surprisingly enough, it only took a moment for realisation to hit and Minwoo recognised her as the infamous ‘Nation’s Girlfriend’.

Suddenly the memories returned, the social gatherings where they had ended up talking together, laughing together, and eventually Minwoo had been forced to leave her behind, before he would break her heart too much. As far as he remembered he believed she had been gaining interest in him, and there was absolutely no way he could ever return those feelings: thus the pianist had figured it was better to cut ties sooner rather than later and rather cruelly and abruptly denied her all contact. Well. This was rather awkward now wasn’t it. He mouthed a silent ‘ah’ and his brain was working full force trying to find something intelligent to say. “Listen,” he began too soon, not really knowing where he was going with his words, and thus could only stand foolishly with his mouth lingering open, before realising how dumb he must look and closing it shut. Instead he opted to take it an entirely different direction. “Uhm-- How have you been?”

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Nearly three months after his flight from Seoul, Jonghyun still found that Minwoo was on his mind a lot. Not that it was surprising, Minwoo was his best friend, had stuck by him the longest. Even in the hospital after the accident, when they’d both been comatose, their beds had been placed next to each other at both of their mothers’ insistence. To say Jonghyun missed him was an understatement. It hurt not being able to talk to him every day like they’d had before, but it was a small price to pay to keep Minwoo safe.

Skulking around the convenience store nearest to his apartment, Jonghyun couldn’t help but laugh to himself at the stand of new instant ramyeon, wondering if his friend had tried this particular brand.

Then he felt the object dig into his back and his heart stopped for a second. Shit, who had he managed to piss off in order to be targeted like this? He’d only been here for three months! Sure he’d helped out on some hits, but… There was no time to wrack his brains however, too stunned to recognize the voice that ‘threatened’ him.

Automatically his hand went to the knife he kept covered on his belt, silently praying that the clerk was still too invested in dealing with a little old lady’s purchases to notice them and grateful he’d kept his mask on. With a snarl, Jonghyun spun around, knife angled upwards, about to thrust forward.

“Who the fuck do you think–?! ……Mi….Minwoo-yah?”

The blood drained from his face so quickly that Jonghyun almost felt light-headed. Taking one shaky step backwards, then another, he stared at the younger boy, his unconcealed eyes showing horror and shock. Then despair. What was Minwoo doing here?! How had the younger boy found him?!

Without another word, Jonghyun quickly resheathed his knife and turned his back on his friend before briskly making his way to the door of the store, heart hammering in terror. Minwoo couldn’t learn the truth about him. He just couldn’t.

Not for a second had he expected the other to react in such a way. Maybe he was half anticipating to have his arm twisted to his back in overconfidence before Jonghyun realised it was him, but seeing the figure visibly jolt in surprise and become wary was entirely unexpected and -- wait, was that a knife?! The metal colour was only visible for a small moment before it was hurriedly retracted, so Minwoo wasn’t entirely sure what he had seen: surely his mind was playing tricks on him?

Although deciding to shrug it off, the pianist still couldn’t help but let his goofy smile be tainted with a bit of worry and wonder at the amount of shock -- not surprise -- present in Jonghyun’s voice and expression. “Surprise!” he beamed although not as happily as he would have liked to. Then came a lecture complete with a lifted index finger “You disappear for months and the first thing you do after I find you is swear at me? That’s so rude!” Sticking his hands to his sides and letting out an exaggerated sigh, Minwoo looked up again only to see that his friend was not at all listening to him and was, in fact, retreating.

Suspicious. Jonghyun would never avoid talking to him unless he felt guilty about something because they both knew that they sucked at lying to each other. In fact Minwoo was incredibly surprised that he had managed to keep his marital status hidden even to this date -- maybe simply because women was never really the topic of their conversation for many minutes at a time.

Of course he was not going to let the guy go so easily. Jonghyun was an idiot, he thought to himself, for had he been just a bit smarter in wanting to hide whatever he wanted to hide, he wouldn’t have run away like this. The guy was short, but never ceased to impress Minwoo with how fast he walked -- in fact the pianist had to enter a small sprint to catch up all the while calling out his name. “Jonghyun ah! Jonghyun ah, wait! Moon Jonghyun!”

Finally he caught up and let his hand run up to grab hold of the other’s shoulder; in the process his sleeve slid up, revealing the scarred skin that Minwoo hated to look at, and with a frown he pulled the cloth back down again as much as possible. This time what met the other wasn’t a goofy smile, but instead a pout and the best attempt at a puppy face he could possibly muster. “I came all this way to see you, don’t just walk away from me you meanie...”

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Finding himself in new environments, new situations and of course with a complete lack of self awareness and capability of managing himself, Minwoo had started what was only meant to be a vacation. A brief look into matters after the detective he had paid had finally managed to track down Jonghyun’s general location, but from there on out the trace had apparently died -- granted, the guy said that he could look further into things, but had suddenly demanded at least the double of what he already paid him, and while that certainly was no problem for the pianist, he had thanked no and decided to take matters into his own hands.

How hard could it be to find a long haired Korean dude in a place of this size?

Granted, Jonghyun could easily have cut his hair, changed his looks, but Minwoo didn’t even consider that for a second. To him his friend was unchangeable, untouchable, and he knew for a fact that the guy was ready to fight anyone who even threatened to cut off his hair. It had really always been rather amusing to behold the arguments he got himself into.

Lo and behold though, he hadn’t even been here for a whole two days before asking for “a long haired guy, kind of short, kind of mean looking” had brought him to some general places the guy seemed to show up every so often. He was a genius at this thing Minwoo figured, perhaps he should consider an occupation change.

And just as he thought that much, a person who bore semblance to a woman but was too robust sprung into his field of view, scouting the shelves within the window of a convenience store, face mask covering half of his face. Weird, Minwoo thought, unlike Seoul this place didn’t seem as heavily polluted for such a thing to be necessary -- only the vague memories from high school seemed to have root within him of the pictures he had seen of his online friend acting like some thug. It really didn’t suit him Minwoo thought.

Careful in his movements he entered the store and snuck up on the other. Of course he could easily greet the guy like some normal person some boring process of conversation that one could see everywhere around, but where was the fun in that? Instead he pulled out his phone and pressed it into Jonghyun’s back while leaning close to whisper into his ear. “Cause a scene and you’re dead,” he warned, trying to supress the laughter as best he could.

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‘ello, ‘tis I, Shino, your local Youngjae stan! Those of you who were here before the hiatus might remember me during my three month or so stay here where I also had a Youngjae faceclaim. I should point out already that Minwoo here is Nothing like my Youngjae from back then to those of you who might remember him! I hope you will take good care of him either way!

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