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Something in Fuma snaps, Nicholas isn't entirely sure what but he sure as hell knows why. It might have been the tone of his voice, the way he was practically fighting with Fuma over his stupid collar, or even the way he accidentally said it in a cutesy voice. The same voice he’d use to tease Fuma and Euijoo regularly. Either way, the only thing Nicholas knows is Fuma absolutely despises it.
Fuma reaches to rip the collar off of Nicholas, the bell jingling in his hand as he grips Nicholas’s chin with the exact same collar he’s taunting him with, “I am your owner, not your friend.”
Fuma turns back in the passenger seat of the car as he adds on, “Remember that.”
Euijoo and Fuma teach their hybrid a lesson.
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"Not so loud,” Taki whines into Maki’s ear, his voice is soft as he speaks and even so, Maki can still hear the pout forming on his lips as he speaks, “You don't want to wake anyone up, do you?”
Maki shakes his head as he shakily breathes in, his body trembling as he inhales. It feels dumb to even answer Taki in this very moment, the answer was obvious to the both of them. They didn't want any of the members knowing what they were getting up to late at night.
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What Maki and Taki get up to late at night. -
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When Euijoo was young, maybe three or four years old, he had asked his mother about love.
Twenty years later, Euijoo asks his boyfriend a similar question. -
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Euijoo’s hushed prayers echo in his ears as he stares ahead at the screens where they display Effie digging into the bowl of names. Nicholas can't think about anything except for a plea to anyone, anything for it to not be Harua. His eyes plant themselves on the rows far ahead of him and Euijoo, practically glaring into the back of Harua's head. His eyes stay stuck onto Harua's chocolate brown strands even when he hears the crinkling of paper over the microphone.
His heart slows as he listens to her clear her throat into the microphone, hoping that one of Euijoo's many prayers work. He exhales a shaky breath as she opens her mouth to speak.
“Wang Yixiang!”
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(...) In the last piece of mail, stamped with a blossoming rose-colored flower stuck on in the corner of the envelope is something… different. Nicholas' name is written gently in the center, the thickness of the pen fading with every few syllables— as if the author didn't really want to write his name. Nicholas' eyes glance toward the upper corner of the envelope and laid in familiar handwriting with a foreign hand writing is: Byun Euijoo and—
Nicholas tears his eyes away from the paper.
"Euijoo?" Nicholas can practically hear Maki's frown as he mutters the other man's name, "Who is that? Do you know him?"
"...Yeah." Nicholas swallows his past sorrow, "He's an old friend."