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There’s a light knock on the door with a melodic rhythm to it, then a pause. The female glances down at the small bags of hershey kisses, accompanied by an origami rose she’d folded herself taped to the side. (After she’d understood and successfully folded her first rose, she went on a frenzy.) The words “happy valentine’s day!” were written along the leaf in red ink. She quietly hoped it wasn’t weird.

When no one came to the door, she tied the bag to the doorknob and went on to the next room.

so far, valentine’s day had been rather lackluster for kyungsoo. tension still hung suffocatingly thick in the air despite xavier’s having been released from lockdown; everyone seemed to be waiting, waiting waiting waiting. waiting for something, anything, be it the first outright declaration of war between man and mutant or an offering of much desired peace. at this point, he almost wanted the police to come barging through his door, the red rosettes of their laser targets centered upon his heart — just so he’d finally know what path his future would be taking. that was the worst part… the uncertainty, the unknowing. any second, they could come for him. any second, he might have to fight, fight for life and freedom, no matter how battered and fragile his body still might be.

how strange. kyungsoo has never been this anxious for action before. he’s never wanted to stand his ground, to… to fight, as much as he does here and now.

he’s never felt this powerful before. strong and wild with the undying will to keep himself alive — as well as a handful of others, too. his loved ones must live on, too.

that’s why the sight of dopey, doe-eyed couples flirting aggressively flirting and shoving their tongues down each other’s throats as they flounce across campus makes kyungsoo want to hurl. he just isn’t in the mood for pink and red paper hearts plastered across the walls for as far as he can see; it feels wrong to him, wrong that his fellow mutants seem to have forgotten that their city burned only a week or so prior and that they’re now being hunted down like animals. however, he does try to look at it from these lovey-dovey individuals’ points of view… and yes, he would feel better if he spent some intimate time with his significant other. if he had one, that is.

thinking about his lack of a boy (boyfriend, he thinks, brows furrowing together) only further sours his mood — thus making the discovery of the gifts left outside his door even more special and uplifting than it would have been before.

­­­­­­Stars dotted the sky in a vibrant display of quicksilver and chrome freckles, casting a luminous glow upon the onlooker that watched the show in a reverie. Daehyun was one of the spectators, lying against a thick blanket that covered dewy grass and shielded his anxiety ridden form from the earth. The chips of diamonds twirled in a melodious ballet, each holding their own space as if they were each the ruler of their kingdom. He could pick out the constellations – shining patterns that shaped the sky into a maze of untold adventure and heartbreak. Pegasus reared on strong hindquarters, dominating in a show of strength and majestic mythology that had inspired many artists to take the fearsome animal as their muse – stories and paintings and drawings attempted to capture the wild spirit upon paper and stone, yet how could they compete with stardust and specks of heaven that outlined the beast of fantasies?