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Ji Hyo had seen him once, and he had been sick. But that was nothing to be concerned about. Ji Hyo shrugged it off and let it ho.

She saw him again and he was sick and Ji Hyo laughed, thinking how odd it was that both times she had seen the boy, he had been ill. Sometimes fate worked out in a funny way like that.

But Ji Hyo would see him again and again and again and each time, the boy was sick and at some point, it clicked that something wasn’t right here. How could he always be sick? 

Did he have a poor immune system? Did he suffer from some sort of disease? There were a million and one possibilities but Ji Hyo knew that it would only ever remain as possibilities if she said nothing.

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if it weren’t for the thought of thinking that basil would want him to stay in the league, ricky would’ve left a long time ago. he hated going on useless missions and be expected to be a good role model to experienced and rookie magical people. the fact that he hated the old wizard who got him to become a magical boy wasn’t so obvious, as he tried to keep it as lowkey as possible to the others. it isn’t fair to be collecting cards and fighting monsters or familiars to save the world before coming a familiar himself. the only person he can talk to about his hatred for the wizard is jongin, as he was a drinking partner, a teammate, and a person who didn’t like aku as much.

so curse the one magical person who managed to drag him to the expo when all he wanted to do was stay at home and watch dramas. curse them for begging him to go, practically forcing him to say ‘ugh! fine! i’ll go with you!’. hell, he should’ve just pretended he was too sick to go. he had always been a good actor, anyways. but it was too late now because he finds himself in the expo for almost half an hour, heading his way to check out the virtual reality theme park after taking a look at the dolls and having a not so friendly conversation with a rival of his. if it weren’t for him, he might’ve actually thought he could have a good time here. but who knows? maybe checking out what they had in store would make him feel better. 

of course, being the careless person he is, he doesn’t watch where he is going and he lightly bumps into one accidentally. he’s ready to shoot an insult to a stranger and tell them to watch where they are going (even if he himself should be watching where he was going), but as the person around him turned around, he recognizes the face and he decides to not say any insults to him now. he wasn’t in the mood to shout at teammates who were special class, anyways. 

Music has always been a means of soothing his soul, the perfect way for him to relax after a long week, which is why even though his limbs feel like lead, he simply could not say no to invitation to go out clubbing with some of his classmates.  He has no plans of getting dead drunk like the rest of them and is only really going because he wants to dance; the club they’re going to, after all, is known for some of the best DJs the whole of Busan has to offer. 

He’s only about a glass of beer into the night and about four songs into the set when he feels a body slide into his personal space. The alcohol in his system is far too little for him to even think about dancing with someone so to have a stranger grinding up against him is uncomfortable, to say the least. To completely stop dancing in the middle of the dance floor is considered insensitive and disrespectful considering that everyone else wants to enjoy themselves and doesn’t need to stumble and trip over his still form so Jaebum tries to be discreet about his escape by inching away from the stranger. 

Sadly, it comes to no avail because said stranger snakes his arms around JB’s neck and prevents him from getting away. So much for an escape, he thinks bitterly as he tries to push the other away. Around them the music pounds loudly, to everyone’s enjoyment, but he can’t seem to enjoy himself in the way that he wants to when someone he doesn’t know is grinding dancing against him. The lights are much too dim for him to try and figure out who the person is so he’s just sort of stuck there, caged in the other’s arms and the smell of alcohol a dead giveaway of his companion’s lack of sobriety.