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“What?! carry the jaguar?! Okay, but not without giving him a jab first, so he’ll be unconscious.”

"I know, but just...listen."

"I already did listen, Johnny! I think you're going insane! There's no fucking way that's even real! Now stop fucking with me. Yuta isn't a police officer, Jaehyun doesn't smoke, and I don't know who 'Mark' is but there's no way in hell that I'm married to him!"

Hyuck stormed out of the room, leaving Johnny to sigh and fiddle with his fingers. He stared blankly at his computer screen, leaning back in his chair.

"Mark's okay...bullshit..." He mumbled, "Theres no way in God's name he's okay...you don't just brush off 14 floors, let alone disappear when you hit the ground."

Getting up from his seat, Johnny went over to his closet and opened the sliding doors, rummaging through the mess on the ground until he found a box labeled "home". Sitting on the floor, he took off the top and picked up an old cellphone. It hadn't been charged in at least 2 years. He stared at the casing, sighing and placing the phone back into the box.

A small photo book collected dust, so he took it in his grasp and blew all the dirt away. Flipping through it, he swam in old memories of his old friends...before the incident, that is.

He remembers when they took this picture. It was about a year after the first incident, and they had all gone out for lunch. Doyoung, Sicheng, Ten, and Jaehyun decided not to join in the photo. He had taken it, of course.

"Shit, man..."

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"Oh fuck oh shit oh man" The artist panicked as he trampled over paint cans in his studio, landing face first into the staircase that lead to a door upstairs. A small 'you good, bro?' spoke from across the large room, which was in the basement of an apartment complex (that he didn't live in).

A friendly face approached him, helping him up with a smile. His face was completely covered in ink, as were his hands.

The area was a shared space that about 3 people used (not including the artist who just tripped over paint cans). The other guy never really showed up but he was a jerk so that didn't matter.

This guy? He's Ten. A wannabe animator who's too batshit broke to afford college. He always has a smile on his face, for some odd reason. The clumsy artist took his hand and helped himself up, wiping away the ink on his jeans.

From behind a large, stone block, a girl peeks her head out. She had a concerned look on her face, twisted with sympathetic cringe. Second-hand embarrassment, probably.

"You okay, Mark? That sounded like it hurt." She spoke, a hint of worry through her gritty voice.

"I'm fine, just messy," He sighed, grumbling and fixing his hair. "We really gotta stop leaving stuff around."

"More like Jungwoo needs to stop leaving his stuff around. Ain't that right, Snoopy?" Ten joked, putting his hands on his hips and looking back at a blond-haired man, who was spray painting a canvas in the corner of the room.

"Says the man who's always got ink on him. Looks like you came face-to-face with a squid!" Jungwoo exclaimed in a snarky way, "But it wasn't me this time, I've been focusing on other stuff. It was probably Taemin."

"That bastard" The group sighed in unison.

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