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She had known for the longest time that there were things in this world you couldn’t quite comprehend nor explain, no matter how much you believed in the magic of logic and rationality. Didn’t she use to be one of these people as well? Hanna had grown up suppressing a side of hers that was supposedly not meant to exist but fast forward almost twenty years, and she was still here. Life worked in mysterious, odd, twisted ways that one mere human would never be completely capable of grasping but maybe it was better that way, too.

She oftentimes couldn’t help but wonder what mankind would do, the more they knew about a world that was hidden by a veil from everyone’s eyes. Knowledge was power and that statement was, at least in the brunette’s eyes, true to its very essence but that in itself didn’t necessarily reveal what humans would do, should they ever find out about the existence of something else among their peaceful selves. Thoughts, thoughts, so many thoughts       Hanna wondered why she bothered so much with things that weren’t her business, even if she was part of the problem she was constantly thinking about.

A quick glance at the watch around her wrist revelead the late time. Her shift had ended only half an hour ago, and yet time seemed to move slower than it usually did. Was it because of the night? Something seemed off, even if Hanna couldn’t directly put a finger on it; she never liked being outside at this time of the day anyway. The darkness of the night seemed to have something awfully foreboding to it, and to a young woman this wasn’t exactly reassuring hence the feeling of anxiety beginning to creep up on Hanna.

Something wasn’t right.

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, hands curling into loose fists as she shoved them into the pockets of her jacket. Whatever this feeling was, she had to shake it off and get home as soon as possibly to calm herself down. Why was she reacting like this anyway? It must be the general fear of what lurked in the dark, of the unknown that scared her.

He has to double check to see if he has everything in order, a giant bag full of Christmas ornaments laying in the corner of his apartment room, a few bags of assorted chips (the low fat veggie kind because Minako apparently likes her food low carbs – but like, why did that even matter, it’s a party, one is supposed to have fun at parties; but he says nothing in fear of getting a slap to the face and out the window or something, and keeping in mind that he lives on the sixth floor means a drop from his room will land in a painful death – or broken ribs galore), two bottles of pop (because how much are they going to drink, honestly?), and a gingerbread house ready to be built and decorated. It’s going to be messy, he can just see it now, because Minato is boring as hell and he’s got it in him to change the boy if he has to. Minako and Junhong really has work cut out for them this season because a smile on that boy’s face has to be a thing. He made a mental note as a New Years resolution earlier this year to bring a smile on Minato’s lonely features that doesn’t look forced or tiny as heck. He’s pretty sure Minako feels the same.

Junhong’s eyes dart to the looming pine tree that’s sitting next to the window, and ponders for a minute if that had been the right choice. Originally he wanted to get a plastic one, but that’s not really authentic for the season, no? And besides, it’s always more legit if it’s the actual tree. It might be a pain later to get rid of all the needles but for now he’ll enjoy it and he’s hoping his friends will, too. There’s always room for fun even if the aftermath resulted in many hardships to come. He takes a quick look through the bag of ornaments, pulling out streamers, stickers, and balloons, and colors after colors of different decorations. He’s not going to decorate the entire place by himself and after much consideration on texting his friends to haul their butts over to help him (Minato, quit playing your dumb game and get over here, MINAKO, ISTG IF YOU’RE NOT HERE IN TEN MINUTES…), he finally does. After dusting off his hands for a job well done, he gets on his knees and pulls out the presents he’s been putting off. One for Minato, one for Minako. He grins as he wraps up the two gifts, putting them behind the Christmas tree and out of eye’s view before he’s jolted from his train of thought.

There’s a nice cool air as soon as he steps out of the mall, both hands occupied by the numerous bags of holiday gifts. Junhong awkward checks the time on his wrist, his phone tucked safely in his bag because the last time he had it in his pocket, it got stolen right out. It’s a little past lunch and there’s a few hours more before he has to meet up with his friend, but until then he’s free for the afternoon. Which is rare… considering his schedules as of late. He packs his things into his car, shutting the trunk with a satisfied smile before getting in and leaving for home. It’s around ten minutes into the next hour does he realize that he’s supposed to be meeting up with Jungkook and that thought jolts him straight out of his reverie and straight into panic because he’s almost an hour late. His phone is still stowed safely away in his bag, forgetting to check it when he returned home, but now that he takes the time to think about it, there was a low rumbling noise coming from said bag… His face grows paler by the second and he jumps from his seat, fingers fumbling into his knapsack to fish out his phone. He swipes it open and finds himself face-to-face with three missed calls and about a dozen unread messages. Well, rip.

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