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Wonho looked down at his plate dejectedly. Wasn’t this restaurant supposed to be the new trendy spot? Then why did his pasta look more like an unidentifiable mush? Just how long had these noodles been cooked for, a week? How do you even cook noodles so long they turn out like this? A quick glance around at the other  diners revealed pretty much all of the food was overcooked.

do you wanna build a snowman?go away, leeteukokay, fine… :(

The snow was perfect: not too wet and not too powdery. It made Jungsoo quite giddy making him seem a lot younger than his 30 years. When was the last time he had run around in the snow like a child? It must’ve been years ago. There were faint memories of him and his older sister throwing snowballs at each other and pictures of them sitting on a sled together. The one emotion he could still feel was happiness.

So here he was, bobble hat on head, long scarf wound around his neck and lower face, gloved hands rolling the malleable snow into a small ball. With a laugh he crouched down and rolled the snowball around smiling as it grew bigger until he needed two hands to move it about until he felt satisfied with its size.

Straightening up, a familiar figure caught his eye. “Oi, Hansol-ssi,” he called out waving a snow encrusted glove, “want to help me build this snowman? It’ll be a lot of fun, I promise!” Jungsoo smiled widely as Hansol just stood there unmoving for a minute hoping that the younger would say join in. His smile faltered slightly as the quiet boy turned on his heel and went inside without so much as a ‘goodbye’. “O-okay! Maybe next time?”

With a sigh Jungsoo went back to building his snowman, now in a more subdued manner. When would Hansol talk to him of his own volition? He still wasn’t clear on what he’d done to make the other so wary and uptight around him. Thirty minutes later a snowman stood up straight with a proud Leeteuk smoothing the snow down as a finishing touch. “Ah… you don’t have a face yet, do you Snowman-ssi?” he said aloud.

“Here,” a quiet voiced muttered startling a yelp from Jungsoo has he turned to face the person. Hansol was standing a few feet away from him holding a carrot at arm’s length and proceeded to throw two bottle caps at him—”for the eyes”—and salad fork and spoon set. “Thank you, Hansol-ssi!” Leeteuk beamed at him as he plucked the carrot from his grasp and made the last adjustments to the snowman.

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Daybreak was... oddly nice. A bit confining but that wasn’t their fault: it was his mutation that limited his comings and goings but all in all Jungsoo rather liked it. There were plenty of things to do and the amenities were great compared to what he was used to. It was almost like he was staying at some luxury spa hotel... for exceptionally, uh, special guests. A resort that honed your skills into the best possible shape for some end game that he hadn’t really grasped the concept of.

Even though he hadn’t been living in the dorms for as long as some others, he had run into quite a few. The small chats they had bumping into each other in the hallways, lounges, and other communal areas was partly what he liked about living in the facility. There was so much to learn about all the various characters that graced its premises. Truly, it was eye opening. 

Jungsoo thought of himself as rather polite and approachable but there was someone who did his best to avoid being together with him. It was impressive how little they saw of each other. He had seen the elusive boy maybe... three times since arriving and the last two had been fleeting glimpses out of the corner of his eye followed by the click of a closing door. What had he done that was so wrong? They’d never even spoken so why the complete aversion to his very being? Perhaps he had a wing phobia of some sort, a dislike of feathered things?

It took all Key had in him not to pout outrageously as he stood in front of Hansol brandishing a collar and a pair of reindeer antlers. “Ya~! But you’d look really cute in these! Who cares about the holidays? You’d look sexy as hell. Now hold still and let me make you look good.” He was not going to take ‘no’ for answer even if it meant man handling the younger man just a tad to get his will through.

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She never stopped missing home; she could never purge herself of that feeling of longing for walking barefooted through cold creek waters or lying in the meadows to admire the night sky until one was absolutely drowning in a sea of stars and galaxies. Sometimes Hyejin would catch herself staring out the window and imagining herself hiking through the woods. It was when the need to breath in fresh air grew particularly strong that she would rush to Incheon Grand Park. By no means did it actually remind her of home, but it was comforting enough to sit at a park bench while surrounded by actual foliage, and being surrounded by a couple of mountains certainly helped add to the atmosphere.

She yawned loudly, stretching her arms and legs out in an open, uncaring manner before flopping onto her side. Short legs dangled over the bench while the rest of the woman’s body gladly took over the rest of the bench’s sitting space. A few people passing by shot her a curious look, but quickly returned on their merry way throughout the park—sometimes with a dog or two in tow. The sight made her pout. Hyejin desperately wanted to own a pet for herself, but lacking any experience whatsoever in caring for another—she could barely look after herself, to be honest—she hesitated to even ask her roommate about it.

This time she sighed loudly and suddenly sat straight up, her shoulders slumped and mouth still curled into a puckered pout. “Maybe I should take a walk around the park?” she mused aloud, her eyes wide and downcast. Absentmindedly, she wiggled her toes and continued to look down before realizing, many moments later, there was something by her feet. “Hm?”

People watching had become an occupational habit of Sanghyuk’s over the years, but he appreciated the pseudo-hobby. It always provided an opportunity to test his reading and lying skills. While cold reading was better performed one-on-one with an active participant, he could say that it was almost enjoyable to guess what kind of lives strangers led just by glancing at their attire or body movements, and such reading excursions were best done in places like a café.

As stuck up as he could be over his precious coffee today he felt like drinking something disgustingly-trashy, so here he was at Starbucks torturing himself with an iced cocoa cappuccino while he surreptitiously watched people out of the corner of his eye. He loathed this franchise, but the stores were almost-always brimming with targets from many walks of life, although today it was more spacious than he had expected. Well, he supposed that even Starbucks had dead hours. Eyes narrowed slightly as he forced another gulp of this unrefined concoction down his throat and inserted a random Latin phrase into his search bar to feign productivity. At this point, he’d settled on an unassuming stranger that for some reason caught his eye. The nameless man had arrived with another, but that companion had just walked out of the store.

The stranger remained a while longer, sipping at his drink. He spent a few more minutes like that, leaving Sanghyuk to try and occupy his time with his laptop. This was fine; it was better to not focus too much attention onto one person at a time unless he wanted them to catch him staring. At least most people thought little of it, but others not so much. Sometimes his gaze even wandered to other store patrons. In the corner there was a couple with the woman’s arms crossed and head turned away from the man, who leaned forward and tried to reach out toward her. She hastily brushed the touch aside and Sanghyuk hummed. A fight, perhaps a potential breakup even. Maybe if he was lucky he would be able to watch a physical spat ignite between them.

A ringtone forcefully pulled him back to the previous man, and at first he thought little of the phone call. Reluctantly, he reached for his drink and tried to down a little more than he would have preferred. A couple heads began to turn toward the stranger as his voice rose with every venomous word dripping from his lips. The young lad sat up straighter as he directed his face toward his computer screen, but strained his ears to drop in on the phone conversation. Most customers had opted to ignore the heat in the man’s voice, some had even coincidentally left the store. But this sounded like a moment he didn’t want to miss out on, so he remained firmly rooted in his seat a couple feet behind the man.

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“Oppa.” She speaks in that tone that says she’s got a plan, something tucked up her sleeve like a hidden blade – and maybe she has one of those, too, but that’s not the operative point here. The dull roar of bargoers’ chatter rises around them as she stretches closer to Hansol, arms trailing gracefully onto the counter in front of him, fingers walking cat-like down the surface to draw her body closer to him.

A combination of mischief and malice glints in her steel eyes as Yeji grins upward at the male as though she could bare fangs this way, a smile laced with Cheshire intentions as she doesn’t truly wait for his acknowledgement. “I have an idea.” Two large and loud men have been cutting up behind them for a while now, brazenly waving their masculinity around; she’s thrown them a few dark glances, but Hansol (sweet as he is) has laughed it off, though her plan is only half to give them what-for and more so to wring an advantage for herself and her friend.

“What are you planning?” Hansol asks with a more innocent grin, placing his chin in his hand to listen; the girl giggles, now close enough that she needn’t do more than whisper for him to hear.

“Just a fun way to make a few bucks – what do ya’ think?” she hums, barely audible, slim fingers playing around her drink. “I’m gonna bet those two assholes that I can outdrink them. Pretty sure I can, but just to be sure – how about we contract on it?”

Hansol’s eyes flash with amusement and he tilts his head; he’s plenty sharp enough to catch on. “So you’re saying that you agree not to get drunk – regardless of what you actually drink – until I say that you can?” He extends his hand – his wording is amusing, but it’s important that he’s precise with it, she gets that.

“Yep.” Yeji takes his hand and gives it a firm shake; the contract is sealed, and this is going to be hilarious.

“I think I should have clarified that you couldn’t punch anyone, either.”

She laughs, carefree, and casts Hansol another grin. “But it’s a win for us, right? And that guy asked for it. He was totally going to take a  swing at me otherwise, so, I mean.”

The mutant taps his foot and flashes her a smile, tilts his head cutely -- the realization that he’s up to something, too, hits her a second too late. “Well, now that you’re done here, I guess you can get drunk again, huh?”

The huntress stumbles in her steps out of the bar, falling with an uncharacteristic lack of grace into Hansol’s side.

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It wasn’t supposed to be this difficult. However in saying that, Chan could understand where the other was coming from. Dealing with individuals who had just passed was no easy feat, one in which the young male couldn’t actually disagree with. If he had just died, he would probably feel some type of way as well. Calming down this new recent one, was not something that would come easily.

He had found him wandering around the streets, almost screaming at the top of his lungs on deaf ears. at least before Chan got there. He was almost happy to see someone who had heard him, let alone see him. Distress came next upon telling him of his untimely demise. The other didn’t seem too old, which was a shame. Though one was not to play against actions that took place, these things happened but whether they happened for a reason Chan was unsure. He had never believed that life had a set path to follow, but who really knew?

Managing to calm the other down, he moved him to his home, where most of his operations took place. The next step was to explain what happened next. Try to help the other move on, hopefully to a better place. One in which he wasn’t stuck wandering without a cause. To Chan to cause of his death did not matter all that much, as long as it was not foul play. Then he would need to act upon it. Upon looking at the spirit, it was clear that it was not the case, at least intentionally anyway.

‘’Don’t worry, I’ve promised to help you. You just need to tell me of anything you might have left unfinished.’’ He was met with a hesitant look, one which indicated distrust. He had gotten this far and was not about to back out now. ‘’Did you not get to see someone before you passed?’’ he asked, hoping to get an answer from the other. Still no. He turned around, hoping to leave him for the time being: maybe he would collect his thoughts and speak to him when needed. 

‘’How can I be sure you want to help me?’’ the spirit spoke, a cruel tone to his voice. Gongchan looked at him, his mouth slightly ajar. It was dumbfounded, like everything around him wasn’t actually taking place. ‘’I can see you can’t I?Can you not trust me? I will help you.’’ Still not satisfied, he would have to bring out the big guns as they say.