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𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 : ╱ 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤

it’s not y2k anymore, entertainment companies don’t go out looking for young men with shitty home lives to pick up and train because they don’t have anywhere else to go and too much talent to be wasted at bars. and yet somehow, here adam is. across the pacific ocean, in the land of his grandparents and their forefathers, miraculously being plucked out of the dungeon into a three year - strong group who just lost its main dancer.

what the fuck is he doing here ? he’s a singer, for chrissakes, and just because he has a bit of rhythm doesn’t mean he’s just ready to fill xuedong’s spot like that.

---- oh, fuck, it feels weird to say his name.

adam and xuedong weren’t close by any means. even if xuedong was all sunshine and kindness, taking every younger trainee under his wing like fucking mother goose or someshit. no, adam was never pure enough for that. but since xuedong’s gone now, torn out the heart of his group while he was at it, they needed someone to fill up his spot, even if the group had been promoting as three for a long time before the official announcement. they couldn’t change the name to 3seasons, that’d be dumb. and so thus, they needed adam.

it sucks balls, it really does, to have been a replacement all his life. his first foster family lost an infant and picked him up as a toddler to hopefully fill out that void, while also avoiding the terrible twos. when they learned he was dyslexic and liked the color pink a lot, they dropped him back off, citing behavioral issues. the second and third are kind of a blur, he was never with them for longer than a few years, and they were just hoping to use him as a sibling for their only child so they could teach the snot - nosed brats how to share. when adam turned out not to be as compliant as one should be to be used as a learning tool, back to the foster home he went.

and then after the fourth, he got too old for people to care, because most families just want little cute babies they can watch grow, rather than foul - tempered teenagers kicked out of too many homes to believe anyone really cared. busking on the street earns him a flyer, which gets him an audition, which gets him a plane ticket all the way to korea, where he’s spent the last three years hoping he’d get some sort of notoriety.

maybe he’d get his birth parents, whoever the fuck they were, to notice him once he debuted. or maybe not.

maybe he’d just be a replacement. again.

the pann headlines certainly seem to reinforce that notion.

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𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 : ╱ 𝐬𝐞𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐰𝐨𝐧

how stupid is he, that it took him all this time to realize he was being used ? it must say something about him, that he loves his father just that much that even the most obvious of chicanery went unnoticed. but that’s just joowon trying to be optimistic. truth is, he feels pretty dumb. after all, it wasn’t like his father had ever given him much thought before.

the only real constant in seo joowon’s life was music. his father making it, his mother writing it, his grandparents playing it to get him to sleep. both of his parents had an affinity to it, but only one pursued it as a career, and only one of them had any actual talent in it ( which he hopefully inherited ).

those two were not the same person. and his dad was the one with the career.

naturally, it was a failed one.

and it’s only pure luck that joowon’s dodged that fate for himself. it was all thanks to his father that he’s actually attained this level of success, really, though he’s sure others would hesitate to see it that way. a man pushing his son into the music industry as a way of creating his own proverbial stop is shitty and manipulative at best and outright abuse at worst. joowon’s sure his teachers would agree, given all the missed class time and cram school hours he had to put in because seo junho thought that his son could be an okay enough drummer to get an entertainment company to pick him up.

it sucks that he’s right. but idol bands have been a thing since the days of cnblue, so he shouldn’t be entirely surprised by how smoothly the plan is running. in fact, the only thing that would’ve made his father’s scheme a success was joowon’s influence allowing the man to join him in a label ---- even if he’s an unmarketable 아저씨. but there were a couple of hitches.

one, the man is about as talented as a bag of rice. his son took after his mother, and so there was never going to be any way that junho could compare. two, where in the world would such a shy and quiet young man ever achieve any influence within the company ? seniority might’ve helped, yes, but junho’s deciding to jump over was too early in the making and it was unlikely that joowon would try to get out of his shell anyway. and so it’s actually ( unfortunately ) a failure. and it apparently stings so bad that junho has decided to disown his son, as if he were ever much of a father in the first place.

but it’s the first time joowon’s known there was a plan in the first place, the first time that he realized he was actually just a pawn in his father’s game. and boy does it hurt. and now he’s all alone.

and he doesn’t have the time to process all of it, because the industry is nothing if not a vicious cycle, tossing him in the metaphorical waves to be eaten by sharks.

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𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 : ╱ 𝐧𝐨𝐡 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧

two months ago, a contract killer woke up after being offed by his employers for some unknown reason. that, in and of itself, was weird enough ---- but when a raven perched on his shoulder and refused to leave, and he spontaneously got the ability to travel by mist, it became fairly certain to noh jaehyun that something supernatural was going on. having spent his entire life a skeptic, it took a fair bit of time for jaehyun to get used to the whole undead - spirit thing.

thankfully, he wasn’t alone. un - thankfully ( if that even is a thing ), he was stuck with perhaps the human / spirit embodiment of happiness and sunshine. opposites attract, sure, but he certainly wasn’t expecting someone like hwanjin to stick around. and he thought he’d be able to get rid of him soon after, as well. no one’s ever wanted to stick around, not with all that blood on his hands and his persistent inability to socialize with anyone ever.

at first, he thought it was a guardian angel sort of deal. hwanjin would show him the ropes of being a spirit, and once jaehyun got a hold on his newfound powers, the guy would just poof and jaehyun could get back to his mission on destroying the fuckers who did this to him. but, as it turned out, no two spirits were ever the same, and so there was no tutelage to be had. instead, what jaehyun had gained was a moral compass.

as if that could ever stop him when he put his mind to something.

no one can contest jaehyun’s ability to get sidetracked, though, and when hwanjin came forward with his purpose, to find the man who killed him and forgive him, well ... maybe jaehyun had learned that he had a heart after all.

in the two months since his revival, there have been only two things on his mind. one, to find the identity of his ( not ) friend’s murderer, and two, to pay back his own. he’s gotten nowhere near close to solving either mystery, but he finds himself less and less annoyed by the lack of progress when his companion starts being less and less annoying.

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𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 : ╱ 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

he has never been a man of war. the eighth prince, child of gaeru of baekje and a since - unknown noblewoman, has been lost to the vestiges of time. the shaman prince, he was once known, for forsaking competition for the throne in place of religion. perhaps it was his own attempt to forge a place for himself in the universe, perhaps it was his thirst for knowledge that drove him to the one thing that filled the gaps early science could not. whatever the case, his lack of political ambition drove history to forget one of the king’s lesser sons.

this, of course, would be for the best, for no one asks what happened to the eighth prince the year his father died. no one needs to know that he was spirited away by a creature of the night, the first vampire ever known to man, to become part of her collection of children.

a lot has changed since his fledgling years in the second century. he’s seen nineteen of them go by, watched as humanity grew and tore itself apart time and time again. but it isn’t their wars that concern him ---- it is the war between his fellow night folk, between vampires and werewolves and the unseelie court ---- that has caused much consternation.

no longer is he a youngling clinging to his sire’s side as they hunted in tandem, his heart aching for more from her than just a mother’s love. prince insung ( elder insung, as he is better known these days ) is a leader now. master of one of the last vampire strongholds in the world and one of the three in charge of the eastern hemisphere. his dominion is said to be a haven, one where vampire and human alike would be welcomed with open arms.

but what they do not know is how easily this haven could fall apart.

you see, the only other thing he craves more than the war’s end is his own. after nearly two millennia walking the earth, insung has come to believe it is time for his passing, and every day he lives on is just another day delaying the inevitable. he is not heartless; he knows that there are countless vampires who depend on him for safety and for their wellbeing, especially in the midst of a cataclysmic war. but this is the only reason he still lives.

once the war is over and the vampires have won, he has resolved to end his life. the world will no longer need him, and he has no reason to continue living.

that is, of course, unless one were to give him another purpose.

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𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 : ╱ 𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧

for the record ---- he thinks clichés are bullshit. byron’s too jaded, too cynical, has seen too much to believe that koans and -isms are anything more than just a repeated set of coincidences. yes, maybe history repeats itself, but it doesn’t need a stupid fucking quote to punctuate it. some of them sound really dumb anyway.

but ... maybe some of them are right.

or maybe fatherhood’s just making him soft.

three years ago, he’d never have admitted how openly he wept when he heard his kids tell him that they loved him for the first time, never admitted how his face crumpled unattractively as they simultaneously leaned forward to press little pecks onto his cheeks. no, the most he would’ve done was brag that he had two little angels to call his own.

( even if seungyoon and seunghee weren’t entirely planned to begin with. )

life rarely goes his way ---- best demonstrated when it gets absolutely demolished within two years of his whopping success. at only twenty - two years of age, byron gets the moby dick of all scandals. the good ol’ billie jean. and this time, the kids are his. and so, like icarus flying too close to the sun, he fell, and he fell hard.

byron’s a fuck - up after all. with no recovery in sight for an idol who not only took slept with fans but who impregnated one during a one night stand, he had no choice but to step down. and yes, he could hide, crawl back into his aunt’s open arms and live out the rest of his days a dance instructor.

but he’s not ... he's not a monster. he has kids, and the only reason this ever came to light was because their mother never told him about them. if she had contacted him about the twins, he would’ve done something to support them. send money, pass them off as younger siblings when he took them out to play. and because he’s not a monster, he did the responsible thing and started playing a role in their life. they were little babies, they won’t remember the months their mother had to care for them alone.

and since they were two, they also won’t remember her leaving them without so much as a note when she abandoned them in a stroller in front of byron’s door.

that was three years ago. suffice to say, byron’s still not entirely sure he’s great at this parenting thing. but he, at the very least, is trying.

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𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 : ╱ 𝐛𝐚𝐢 𝐱𝐮𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐠

he ends up following in his parents footsteps after all —- life is funny like that. bai ming and lau suo’s only child, an isolated youth until a love for dance pulled him toward the stage, bai xuedong rode the hallyu wave for three years until thaad ( and his mother ) dragged him home. 365s will forever remember 4seasons’ first winter, but most of them agree that the less stressful work schedule of an actor served their ice prince better.

( they are, however, a little bothered by how quickly jjh entertainment replaced a supposedly integral member of their premiere boy group. )

so now he goes by his birth name and immediately gets lambasted with accusations of nepotism. his feature film debut was as the lead in his grandfather’s magnum opus, a film that had been in development hell for the last twenty years, so there may be some merit after all. but he swept all of the newcomer awards —- including a golden horse —- and so it’s likely a forgivable act of nepotism, considering he was the person for the role.

between his debut in 2015 to his first movie, that’s all people really know.

they aren’t aware of the fact that jjh was not his first company, that he trained alongside china’s newest heartthrob ye lin for three years before abruptly packing his bags and going to korea. they don’t know it’s because ye lin kissed him ( not that xuedong would ever admit this ), that it’s because he was terrified of confronting his reciprocal affection for the younger when the only encounters he’d had with the notion of love were of divorce or tight - lipped suffering.

they don’t even know that he spent the first ten years of his life in isolation because of his parents, his mother fearful of the pressures of celebrity life being placed on a young child. the woman herself is reluctant to admit the detrimental psychological effects of his sheltered childhood to this day, so why should the general public be any the wiser ?

but despite their ignorance, all eyes are on xuedong as he embarks on his next project, his grandfather’s next film, a godfather - esque crime film focusing on a young triad member’s discovery of his sexuality and his struggle to reconcile it with the toxic and homophobic environment he’s come to call home —-

—- starring opposite rising star ye lin.

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