#obliterxted

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There used to be a shopping plaza on that corner.

A beautiful plethora of laughs, a quaint melting pot of genuine smiles and sugar filled bubble tea. And in the middle of the plaza? An ice-rink. In the summer, the cool kids, the teenagers and the scowling adolescents, would draw figure eights all over the ice. Squeal and give into belly laughs as they zoomed around. And the university kids from Hongdae would trot along too, cheap entertainment. It wasn’t a wide plaza, by any standard, with only seven shops, but it did a lot of things right. Sprinkled a lot of magic.

In winter, glittering fairy lights would be strung from streetlight to streetlight, bordering the square and illuminating it with a golden frame. And everyone walked in two by twos, and everything smelt of gingerbread. And kids, still, ice-skated on that rink while holding hands, laughing as the festive, albeit cheesy, music blasted from the speakers.

There isn’t a shopping plaza on that corner anymore. The land was bought by a real estate company, little by little, and now a set of tower blocks stands in it’s place.

However—

This story takes place in a time when that shopping plaza stood, alive, and lit. On the night before Christmas Eve, a lone analyst (who goes by the moniker Keisuke), stumbled across the ice-skating rink and got fascinated by one figure, gliding effortlessly across the ice.

The scents were familiar, as he stood below, beholding the building stretching up towards the dark night skies. The moon shone brightly and reflects in the lilac of his hues. He couldn’t help the small grin settling upon pale lips, even though his heart carried anxiousness. Because he hadn’t seen Baekhyun since his own disappearance, and he had indeed vanished without a word.  A foul little game had he played and he wasn’t prepared to be forgive; rather the opposite. But it didn’t stop him from paying a visit. Even though he did so the unorthodox way. So with ease, he takes a few steps back, he braces himself and then he leaps, high enough to grasp the windowsill. He spotted the open window upon his arrival, and he knows it’s the one leading into the younger vampire’s chambers. So he didn’t  hesitate as he settled for a moment, squinting as he laid his eyes upon the male’s sleeping frame. ” So we meet again. “

Baekhyun had long since fallen into a mostly prescription induced sleep quite some time ago. But his mind was much stronger than any medicine, memories more vivid than a pill could encase.. And, in the dead of night, the young king had awoken.. more or less. But the voice caught his attention immediately. A gasp left him at the form.. But it wasn’t possible. In an instant, he had the figure pinned against the wall, a blade pressed up against his neck.