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    He stands, the polite, apologetic words already forming on his tongue.

    I’m so sorry for the inconvenience, my daughter is at a… creative… age…

    He looks up.

    And then nothing.

    Words vanish. Thoughts vanish.

    There is only memory.

    He is fifteen. The smell of dust and cheap cleaner in a school hallway. The coppery taste of blood from a split lip. The burn in his knuckles.

    He was expecting a stranger.

    He’s fifteen, and there is a boy he likes. It makes him angry. The boy leaves. That makes him angrier. So he needs to hurt someone. Anyone. The fury turns inwards, becomes a weapon.

    Not a ghost.

    He is fifteen, and there is another boy. A smirk in a sun-drenched yard. A lazy, challenging gaze. A wicked laugh. This one, he tells himself, he will not like. Cannot afford to like. The boy seems not to care. Until one day, he does. And then he, too, leaves.

    “Seongje."

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    Or the one where Baekjin has a teenage daughter with too much free time and silly ideas aka: blind date!

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    Five times Seongje almost get it and the one he finally does

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    The whole affair at the station is a blur of bureaucracy and dull questions. Baekjin gives a terse statement, self-defense, and ignores the rest. The whole time, he feels a gaze on him. He looks up. Suho is watching him from across the room, his head tilted, a puzzled, almost analytical look in his eyes.

    Baekjin holds his stare, his own expression a blank wall. Suho’s face immediately breaks into a smile. It’s too warm, too genuine, directed at a stranger he just met in a brawl. It throws Baekjin off balance.

    “You know,” Suho says, leaning forward as if sharing a secret, “you remind me of someone.”

    Ah. So that's it. The smile isn't for him, it's for whoever he reminds Suho of. The realization should be a relief, but it just twists something old and painful in his gut. Because, fucking hell, Suho reminds him of someone, too. The more he talks—to Baekjin, to the officers, to anyone who will listen—the more Baekjin thinks about Humin. The same easy charm, the same loud friendliness, the same undercurrent of dumb, endearing confidence.

    Baekjin needs to get away from him fast.

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    The image that fills the screen is devastating.

    Seongje's hair is a beautiful mess, tangled from a stranger's grip. A faint sheen of sweat glistens on his flushed skin. His lips are red, swollen from his constant biting. He looks thoroughly used, utterly debauched, and more tempting than anything Baekjin has ever seen.

    The urge to strangle him for this audacity fights with the urge to devour him whole.

    Seongje’s smirk is a work of art. Exhausted. Triumphant. Utterly wicked. He leans closer to the camera.

    "Don't be jealous, Baekjin-ah." He purrs, voice a husky wreck of its usual teasing tone. "I just did what you told me to."

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    Or Baekjin tells Seongje to find someone else. He didn’t expect to have to watch it happen or just how far he would go to take back what’s his.

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    Seongje talks. About the fight with Eunjang’s, about Baekjin no longer being Choi’s golden boy. About Humin. Baekjin just closes his eyes and grits his teeth. Bears it all like he bears the pain. Thinks that he would rather have died than be this weak, and maybe that's it's his ultimate punishment. To live through every humiliating, agonizing second of it.

    “You want help with your bandages?” Seongje asks eventually. “Say please, I might even be nice about it.”

    “Fuck you.”

    It comes out soft. Hoarse. Weak. He knows Seongje will do whatever he wants anyway.

    Seongje smirks.

    Baekjin closes his eyes. Tries to breathe through the aching in his ribs and the burning in his gut.

    A moment later, something thumps on the coffee table. Baekjin looks.

    The first-aid kit.

    Seongje is kneeling, sleeves rolled up.

    “Forgot my sexy nurse costume,” he says. “I’ll bring it next time.”

    Baekjin doesn’t reply.

    He just sits still and lets Seongje start with the cut above his eyebrow. The antiseptic stings. The bandage is tight.

    Next time, Baekjin thinks.

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    Or my version of a love story between these two losers

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    "Then what the fuck are you doing here?"

    "It’s not as fun without you."

    Could anything be that simple? For a lunatic like Seongje — probably. He is having fun, he is not having fun. He likes, he doesn’t like. He wants, he doesn’t want. And who knows what the fuck he wants now.

    "Miss me? How sweet." Baekjin injects every drop of sarcasm he can muster into the words.

    Seongje shows his teeth—not quite a smile, more like an animal giving a warning sign. He gets up, drops the frozen bag, and approaches. His eyebrow is split, dry blood on the side of his face, eye getting more purple by the minute. Baekjin thinks it’s almost pretty in a sick way, then — appalled by the thought — steps back. Out of balance from his mind’s betrayal. Seongje mistakes it for some type of weakness — in a way, he’s right — judging by the way he grins. Baekjin wants to step further again, to stand his ground. But it’s too late. Seongje is no longer coming straight to him. He’s circling him. A hungry dog looking for the best angle of attack.

     

    It was always a game with him.

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    In his defense that was NOT the plan. At all. But it was either kissing Viktor or smacking his younger self in the head. Viktor was closer. Also, it's always nice to kiss him.

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    Or Season 2 Act 3 Jayce grabs his Season 1 Act 1 self and Viktor and goes "Now kiss" and gets some himself

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