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Sungjong’s mood was slowly becoming worse with each day nearing the Valentine’s. He would have gone out to have fun with his friends who went clubbing couple of hours ago, but he was just so sad. Only the comforting touch of Taeyong’s hand to his brown, silky locks was keeping him from curling into the embodiment of sadness on the wooden floor beneath them. He leans into the fingers stroking him and sighs when his short nails slightly graze over his scalp, soothing him in the best of possible ways. “You have magic hands, you know that?”

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He nodded in agreement and hummed, scribbling something down on a note and handed it to her. “What do you like the most about life?”

She read the note and looked up for a moment before refocusing back on the male. 『It just never ceases to amaze me. All the new things I am learning and...I suppose relearn is just a wonder that life has given me. 』

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"You think you can mess with me? You think you can show up here, owing me half the fucking bank of Seoul and beg me to be lenient? What are you, stupid?" Two men are holding the quivering mess of a junky, one fixing each arm and propping him up for Zico to talk to his face. "You know, I can't have people go around and tell each other that I give stuff out for free. Do you know what happens when they do that? Do you know that?" Grabbing his face, he's not getting a coherent answer out of him, so he grabs it harder, feeling a row of teeth beneath the skin under his thumb. "Speak up already, scum." He hisses. He's seen the panic grow in the junkie's eyes, but didn't reckon with the force of it. He manages to wind out of one of his mens grip and Zico sees the flash of a jack knife – his reflexes work faster than his wits and he twists his hand around by his bony wrist, easily turning the matter around and sinking the blade into the junkie's stomach. The wound isn't too deep, but starts leaking unprettily. "This isn't how I wanted this to end." He grumbles. Dead people mean police, but hurt people mean police and mouthes that can still talk. He turns away. "Finish him off."

Having turned his back on the guy who's currently being strangled, his eyes fall onto an entirely different, but equally annoying matter. A spectator. A boy, slender, young, probably fresh out of his teens. "Oi. You!" He doesn't even have to ask what he's seen. It's pretty obvious. "Come here!"

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It was one of the quieter nights for Zacharie, although most days spent with Taeyong were relatively void of the usual ruckus. Wanting to be away from the city, and perhaps from the other’s insistence as well, they’d taken an overnight trip to the countryside. Setting up a tent and a portable stove which Zacharie had never even seen before in his life, they’d cooked a basic meal of ramen and eggs, washing it down with the cans of beer he had bought last minute.

“You know… it’s really not that bad here,” Zacharie spoke softly, lying on the picnic mat beside Taeyong as they watched the stars, small fireflies lighting up their camp site, “I mean, most places are good as long as I’m away from my mother but I really don’t mind this too much.” Although he’d be more comfortable in the luxuries of his own home, being away from the cameras and constant text messages was a refreshing experience.

He was silent for a while, watching as a firefly danced upon his outstretched hand. “Thanks, I guess,” Zacharie spoke quietly, as though hesitant, “For getting me out.”

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Jongin has always been enthralled by the sky and the stars. If anything it’s one of his favorite creations of Astraeus. They’re calming in the sense he knows they’re far away but they still manage to shine brightly from where he is. He knew some thought that the human world was like a container, a prison of some sorts– but for Jongin it had always been a source of unimaginable beauty. Even the smallest things seen by the view of the human would change his preceptive on something. How entertaining it is to see beings modeled after the conceit and greediness of gods make such wonderful things. Though all things are far from perfect he thinks the stars are a canvas of hope scattered across a black sky. And it’s the reason he drags the other along with him to stargaze with much passion and enthusiasm. He refuses to take no for an answer and Jongin can be very convincing when needed.

“Do you regret coming along?” He smiles boyishly as if he’s sheepish he had been so persistent. But in reality, Jongin has very little shame. “Aren’t they pretty though? I guess I’m satisfied with just tiny specks of gas and atoms in the sky.”

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