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"You have to play with Ricky when he asks you to; don't deny him," Changjo mutters, his words are almost incoherent but it's definitely there for the other to hear. His glare isn't any lighter than his cold demeanor and if looks could kill, those who opposed would've already been buried six feet under. "Just entertain him for a while or something. He's harmless..." Rarely.

Jongup jumped at the sudden noise, turning around to source for the cause. He hadn't noticed this person around, the guy had practically appeared out of thin air! "Ricky..?" The way this stranger glowered at him, it made it seem like Jongup had done something to offend the said person terribly. Did the stranger want him to be scared? Of him? Jongup struggled to maintain his composure, not letting his fear get the better of him. "Okay.. I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the info, I guess?"

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Jongup didn't have a favourite joint, was that considered normal? However Youngjae seemed persistent in giving him the choice, hence he hurriedly blurted out whatever was on his mind. "Macdonalds?" That was kinda mainstream, though it wasn't like Jongup hated that place either.

“Yup, favourite dongsaeng!” Youngjae repeated firmly, slinging an arm around the other’s shoulders. “Aww, come on, you must have a favourite burger joint! I’m feeling generous today.”

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death-youngjae replied to your post: Jonguppie-ah! Let’s go get some ice cream. Or do you prefer burger? Hyung’s treat!

Okay, let’s go! Which burger joint did you want to go to? Don’t be like that! I’m only kind to my favourite dongsaeng!

"Aww, favourite dongsaeng?" That was pleasant to know, as no one had said such words to Jongup before. "I'm fine with any, hyung!" He nudged the other to lead the way.

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Jonguppie-ah! Let's go get some ice cream. Or do you prefer burger? Hyung's treat!

"Oh, Youngjae hyung!" Ice cream sounded good, but burger sounded even better. Jongup grinned widely. "Burger! Let's go, Youngjae hyung is so kind~"

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Ricky shoots a death glare in Niel's direction but it's gone sooner it than it appeared. He smiles, one that seems to be laced with drips of poison and his face somewhat a little delarious; eyes full of devious intent and insanity is not far from his features. "Don't listen to that silly human, does Ricky look like someone bad?"

Sandwiched between the two, Jongup shot glances in both directions. To say he was surprised at the look on Ricky's face was an understatement. He looked as though he was planning to murder someone, and that sent chills down Jongup's spine. Maybe that person who jumped on him was right about Ricky being dangerous. He backed away from the duo before him at an excruciatingly slow speed, with plans on leaving. "Eh.. About that.. Well, kinda. Maybe?"

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death-niel replied to your post: “Hi, mister~ Will you play with Ricky?”

“NOOOOOOOO, DON’T DO IT, STRANGER-SSI. RUN AWAY NOW!!” Niel runs and nearly tackles the poor misled soul to the ground in an pathetic attempt to save his sorry behind. Such a nice humanitarian. People should worship him because of his good feeds.

Struggling to remain upright with the added weight, Jongup turned around and pulled himself out of the other's grasp. Ouch, he nearly turned deaf from the loud voice beside his ear moments ago. "What? Why? And who are you?" 

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It was dark when Byunghun stepped out of the grungy run down shelter he was taking refuge in. He blended in perfectly with the night with the contrasting blond hair juxtaposing his entirety. Byunghun breathed the cool summer air and took long strides down the dirty and musky sidewalk. His eyes narrowed at the occasional homeless lingering from the sidelines and glared. Dirty, is what they were. Humans were dirty.

Jongup spotted the lone figure on the streets, travelling in the opposite direction. It wasn’t that hard for the stranger to catch his attention, his bright hair colour screaming out to be noticed, though his clothes seemed to say otherwise. There seemed to be this vibe about him, the way he carried himself, confidence rolling off him in waves. He brushed past the man, subconsciously picking up the signals he was giving. Disgust… or was it? Whatever. It wasn’t like he knew who that stranger was.Jongup shook those thoughts out of his mind and continued on his way.

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"Hi, mister~ Will you play with Ricky?"

Ricky..? It was Jongup’s first time seeing this person and the first thing he wanted to do was to play..? He didn’t want to come off as impolite though. “Hello, Ricky? What did you want to play?”

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The light streaming in from the curtains in his room interrupted Jongup’s peaceful sleep. The previous night had been a torture, for he had been running a fever, making his room feel warmer than it actually was. He hated the constant warm and sticky feeling on his body, making him feel like he had just went through a rigorous dance practice session when in actual fact he was just lazing around in his air-conditioned safe heaven. That lethargic feeling in his muscles was still present now but he felt immensely better than the previous day, his body temperature had returned to normal too. Maybe his fever was due to lack of sleep for the past weeks, or maybe it was due to him not eating well, but either way, he didn’t want to harp too much on it.

Determined to not let another day go to waste, he prepared himself for spending another day at the dance room. It didn’t really qualify to be considered a room though, it was more of something like a sheltered void deck. He liked to refer to this place as his own dance studio, seeing that no one had found that place after he accidentally stumbled upon it months ago and ever since had been spending most of his time there. Friends? He had so few that he could count them off with his fingers. As such he spent most of his time there in solitude, having the dance beats to keep him company.

He opened the fridge, looking for some kind of food – in fact any kind of food to satisfy his hunger pang, only to find it relatively barren, say except for a carton of milk. The brunette rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed. How could he have not known that his food supply was almost depleted? Anyway, this would mean that he had to make an extra trip down to the supermart before going for his usual dance session. Letting out a sigh, Jongup grabbed his keys and wallet, not forgetting his phone which contained all his dance beats, and let himself out of the house.

The sky was a pale blue colour without any clouds in sight. The bright colours of the outside world seemed to have a positive effect on Jongup’s spirits, as he found the corners of his lips slowly curving up, forming a small smile. As he passed the park on his journey, he noticed a blue-haired guy lounging on a bench, staring at the sky with an unreadable look. But something about his posture made Jongup feel that he was deep in his thoughts, good or bad thoughts, he honestly didn’t know.

Jongup had no idea what made him notice the boy. Whether it was because of his striking hair colour which stood out among the rest of the people going about doing their activities in the park, or the way he seemed to be so engrossed in his thoughts that he seemed to be in his own little bubble, something that Jongup frequently does, or because he was too hungry and weak that his body made him do weird things. But his hair colour was really unique, he had never seen anyone with blue hair before. Was it his real hair colour or had he dyed it?

It was just a random thought that maybe he should try and talk to the boy, he seemed kind of lonely. But Jongup wasn't an excellent speaker and didn’t knew how to make friends with others. So what made him think that he would have the courage to approach someone new? However, his feet still led him towards that bench and before he knew it, he was right behind the bench. Fear gripped at him as he knew that at such a close proximity, it would have been impossible for the blue-haired boy to not feel his presence. He had to go through with this, there was no way he could avoid it, unless he took off and ran away, which would have put him in a bad light should he ever see or even interact with this boy ever again. Well, it was worth a try wasn't it? He tensed up as he timidly tapped the boy’s shoulders, making sure that his touches were feather light lest he scared the boy.

“Hey, are you okay? You looked rather lost in your memories for a moment. And it’s a cool hair colour you have.”

Letting out a breath internally, Jongup visibly relaxed. Awkward, yes, but at least he managed to get his words out without stuttering.

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Travels to other worlds wasn’t a common hobby in Minato’s life – or the new life he lead but it was always exciting to him. Like his journey through the Tartarus, Minato braved through each floor with the support of his friends but it wasn’t quite the same this time. While he did venture into the first world with his partner, it still wasn’t enough because their teleportation skills were just average. Minato and his partner were still separated and nothing could’ve been done about that. The blue-haired teen fixed his jacket – the same one he wore since his high school days – and peered past the countless of humans shuffling past each other. Blending in after teleportation was a part of the skill he was given by his ruler; just because he appeared out of nowhere didn’t mean others could see it; to those around him, he was simply another kid, another pedestrian with little to no connection to them.

And as expected, Minhyuk was nowhere to be seen. Not that he expected him to be anywhere nearby anyway.  Angels had it the worst when teleportation was used but Unknowns really weren’t any better. Maybe by a mere smidge but still just as bad.

Where was he? It certainly didn’t look like the home he first started out in; definitely not Japan. Oh well, it wasn’t like he expected to land in the middle of Gekkoukan High but maybe that was for the better good. If his friends saw him now… Well, how many centuries had passed since then? Or was it even centuries? Maybe only a few years, Minato couldn’t even tell time anymore. The time on his MP3 player was stuck rotating the same hour he had last breathed and everywhere else he went, the numbers he saw, the ticks he had heard, were all a blur and of misunderstanding bits of info to him. Time just didn’t do it for him anymore.

Silence spoke for him in return to the chatter around him. Minato’s dull gaze turned to the clock tower that stood looming over the crowded city and there it was, the blur that flashed past his eyes. He couldn’t tell time, not anymore, but it didn’t matter. The energy he had in him would keep him in check and right now he felt fine. Of course, he’d only started, after all. Finding Minhyuk could wait, Minato wanted to walk around and see the new world for himself – or however new it was, whichever year this was.

He walked down several blocks, eyes peering through the glass windows selling their respected items on display, before turning his gaze back to the brightened sky. It was still early. Nothing seemed to have changed all that much since his departure from the human world. A lot happened since then, but nothing really was out of the norm. Maybe time was being merciful and letting him catch up but was it really necessary? Minato was long past then.

“…P…os…” His voice is practically hidden behind the silence, quiet and unnoticed as he walked past the last bit of crowds and into a nearby park. Just like the park he had frequented back then with the dorm’s dog. Minato smiled as he sat on a bench and peered up into the cloudless skies.

Same air, same grass, same skies. Still the same but well, maybe not the same if he thought about it a little more – he was just a simple being among the new generation now, not the old Minato everyone knew. That Minato probably didn’t even exist anymore, but that was fine too – he’d make better memories, regardless of whether or not he was capable. 

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