One of Eight Wonders in the World {AP}

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  The night was cold, quiet, only the cars whizzing by them and the sound of the bike under them to be heard. When the younger had said he wanted to go for a ride Hyun had gone into a mode. He had even gone a little over board and had gotten Jack is own helmet, but he hadn’t had time to take him to get a leather jacket. 

  He had given it up, telling the younger there was no way he was riding with him without it on. He held the boy in between his arms, making sure he wouldn’t fall off. Jack’s warmth was cut off by the leather in between them. His own: denim he had found in his closet.It was his job as the older brother to protect him. Even if it could possibly harm himself.

  Oh, how it did. 

  The swerving had made him anxious, when they came closer and closer as time went on. He wasn’t willing to go too fast for fear of losing his balance. He didn’t take people on his bike very often and he was not about to make a mistake.

  The next thing he knew was that the wind had stopped rushing in his ears, replaced with a ringing.

  He let go...

  Holding and shielding his brother from the worse of it as the bike rolled. He couldn’t feel pain, he couldn’t feel anything besides cracks and pops, he couldn’t tell where they were from.

  Suddenly, he was on his side, Jack still loosely in his arms. Tears clouded his vision, the musty smell of smoke burning his nostrils and throat. Hazy eyes focusing on nothing, he tried to move and found that he couldn’t lift his arms, he could see the road rash from where his jacket had been torn. 

  Hyun couldn’t lift his head but the tears still slipped down pale cheeks, running through blood he couldn’t see. 

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[ Zen ]: Oh, Yona!

[ Zen ]: How are you liking the script?

[ Zen ]: Have you finished it yet?

  The actor had asked for her number the day before, deciding to check in on her before rehearsal. He liked to know and be friendly with his co-stars, but he usually didn’t do things like this. He usually wasn’t this trusting or friendly with them considering they usually were just after him for his looks.

  The man jumps at the sudden weight on his back, letting out a small squeal and questioning what it could possibly be as he turns to face the creature. The fluffy thing was nauseatingly cute, however Zen was worried about possibly having an allergic reaction, luckily it seemed to be only a mild one, curse his fur allergy!

  A sneeze sounds as he turns to see where Ao had come from. Seeing the odd looking man he raises a brow. 

 Sniffing before he speaks: “Is he your’s?”