every corner of Wanju County was an eye. Watching them, if not absorbing every mutual glance, every brush of their fingertips. Whispering, passing messages of an immoral romantic collision from one head to another. Jeno's summer nights have never been so... discomforting. Agitating, but at the same time hypnotizing. His chest was all mushed up inside. He's never wanted so much to be out of this town. This town which he had longed to be a part of growing up because summers were easily his most favorite holiday. But the blue-haired boy had changed the whole trajectory of his life in a single moment, and many moments after that. Anything blue was Na Jaemin. He was in the sky, in the ocean, in peaches and dilapidated houses. Jeno was falling apart into all their obscure little corners, and it was so simple for Jaemin to split him in pieces that all pathetically begged for him. That coveted him.
Jaemin was wicked. If he wasn't the witch, he was the spell. And yet, Jeno would rather he himself take every bullet Wanju aimed at the blue-haired boy.
