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It all happens in a matter of seconds.

Lu Han is rooted into place by the images that flash before his eyes – fragmented. The surroundings he sees are familiar, yet the man that he sees isn’t, which is a thing that would not be a problem, had the respective individual not been set ablaze; the flames not only swallowed the man whole, but spread to those in passing. The vision ends just as abruptly as it came, with little to no distinct clues to point him towards the person in discussion.

Upon regaining cognizance over his surroundings, Lu Han fights the haze which overcame his visage and the newfound pounding at the side of his head, letting his head turns to the left and to the right in search of a person that would match the vision which he had.

A thing which he is capable to rule out immediately is that this was not a situation in which he was facing a regular person (did calling one regular meant that he was an anomaly?) rather, it was one of his kind; a mutant. Furthermore, seeing as he is relatively close to Daybreak, he is left to conclude that the person is a resident of the foundation. Who exactly, he would hopefully find out before it was too late.

His legs begin to move, pace shifting from slow to longer, quicker strides. Lu Han is not a man of faith, but if there was any deity up there that could lend him help before everything was too late, then he prayed to it – them. Clung onto the smallest figment of hope, just as he had been thoughts years back, tried to organize his thoughts so that his mind wasn’t a disorganized mess – no risks could be taken.

In his search, he only stops for a moment when someone passes him by in a hurry, brushing past him a little too violently and thus sending him off balance. He manages to catch himself, hand attaching itself to the wooden fence of a nearby café and he frowns slightly – rude. The frown does not mark his features for long, shifting and blending into wonder at the realization that the person that pushed past him bore a distinct feature: a glow surrounded his form.

When Heechul gets the phone call, it’s close to midnight and he’s already rolled into bed in his sleeping clothes.

He’s tempted to cancel on the other, but it’s been awhile and he has always had a soft spot for the kid so he gathers up enough willpower to drag himself out of bed, putting on a couple of loose clothing just hanging on his rack and throwing on a jacket before slamming the front door shut. 

Nights in Seoul are chilly in a way that reminds Heechul of the harsher cold back at home. Seoul feels like how Las Vegas would be if it still had an air of innocence to it, like the cute concepts that entertainment industries give their music groups as compared to Las Vegas’ being known for having a penchant for equating more skin means more money. 

Still, it is cold, and Heechul has not been back for years, so he brings his coat closer to him and keeps his face low as he heads towards the bar nearby his shabby apartment in hopes that the management has already fixed its heating system, since he has a tendency to pop a few more drinks than he should when he feels the need to keep warm. 

Maybe he should light up a cigarette and hope that it helps?

His hand reaches into his pocket for a pack that he hopes is not empty as he walks in, pushing the door open with his shoulder, a blast of warm air hitting his face like a welcoming caress. 

Heechul sees him, back in his direction. Still, he waves with his other hand, regardless, as he calls out, “Hey, kid. Do you seriously not sleep at night?”

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The kid was one hell of a fighter, that much Wonshik wouldn’t deny. He had decided to stick around after his own match mostly because he was still trying to recover from the headache he had gotten after being beaten around, but it was also because he heard the whispers about the next fight. He never minded watching a nice fight go down, so sitting around and little his small headache go away while watching the younger guy and his opponent dart around was a nice change of pace. Of course, the kid was pretty good looking to boot, which was a bit of a change compared to some of the fighters here. Then again, Wonshik was starting to get a little more used to the fact that he was becoming more and more surrounded by pretty people. It was excessive.

Once the kid’s match was over and he left the cage, Wonshik finally decided to move. His head was hurting a lot less, and the bruises he got from the fight were hardly a pain to him. Well, that was a lie. They hurt like hell, he just didn’t care. If he did, he would have been in a lot worse shape years ago. He approached the pretty fighter with a somewhat lazy expression. It was likely that he looked angry, but that was just sort of the way he looked these days. He glanced at the guy before putting on a slight smile. He at least managed not to show his teeth. It was hard enough for him to hide the whole weird mutant thing with the spikes of bone- he really didn’t want to make himself look any weirder.

“Hey, nice fight.” He crossed his arms and tilted his head just a little. It was certainly fun to watch. “You got pretty kicked around there, though... Need a hand patchin’ yourself up? I’m not great at it but it’s better than nothing.” Wonshik usually didn’t patch himself up at all, which was probably why he was so terrible with it. What was the point with himself? It was still going to hurt no matter how well he bandaged himself. Twice as long as it was supposed to.