#them ...

Been rewatching fantasy high lately

the real killer , who was the dead boy's lover , got mad and disappeared . one of the members just announced he's ended his singing career and also disappeared , the other was too depressed and mentally unstable to continue and had to spend months in a mental hospital ; eunsa was left alone .

he faked some documents and bribed the police to show that he was completely innocent . which is why he was able to continue his solo career as legna / angel .

go under the cut to see the members ; 😘 warning for depression , murder , violent behavior.

@daybreakrising: It is before dawn when he finally stands before a now familiar door. He has made the journey at this hour deliberately, to slip through the quiet village unnoticed - and because he knows his beloved will be awake regardless. Gone is his usual attire - white coat included - in exchange for more casual, comfortable robes, the fabric light and silken and in a vibrant jade green. In the crook of one arm he carries a basket, which contains everything he has prepared for this occasion: a covered pot of soup ready for reheating, a recipe he knows Gao Ying enjoys most; an artful arrangement of silk flowers and glaze lilies (another reason for the nighttime arrival); a gift in the form of a hair pin, its design that of a snake entwined with a dragon, both with jewelled embellishments (amber for the snake, jade for the dragon); and a specially-crafted potion that he hopes will help to ease some of the mental fatigue that plagues his beloved, and offer him some relief when he cannot be there to soothe him into rest. As he lifts his hand to knock upon the door, Changsheng slithers from beneath his collar and creeps up into his hair. A moment later, Baizhu feels a tug: and his hair spills free down his back as his reptilian companion slithers away, the pin that had restrained his locks clasped firmly in her jaws. She disappears into the grass beside the house before he can utter a word: to give them privacy, he suspects. He adjusts his hair, sweeps it over one shoulder, and finally, he knocks. He doesn't have to wait long before the door is opened, and he offers his warmest, softest smile to the man he so utterly adores. The risk of travelling at night is worth the surprise on Gao Ying's face. "Don't look so surprised, bǎo bèi. I wasn't going to miss the chance to celebrate today with you, now, was I?"

𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐪𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞  in  a  pleasant  glow,  &  cool  air  respite  for  weary  bones.  there  were  already  fishermen  &  transporters  conducting their  business:  almost  everyone  else  was  asleep  in  their  land  of  dreams.  gāo  yīng  possessed  no  inclination  for  slumber    ——    it  meant  a  copious  amount  of  free  time,  &  in  the  umbral  hours  he  spent  them  performing  various  duties  around  the  house.  sometimes  he  unloaded  cargo,  harvested  tea  leaves  from  the  fields,  or  relaxed  by  the  water  in  his  backyard.  despite  unfortunate  circumstances,  the  ministry  agent  enjoyed  life    ——    tried  to,  at  least,  &  from  there  learned  many  things.  to  get  angry,  to  feel  sorrow,  to  be  . . .  loved  &  do  it  in  return.

it  was  a  holiday  more  popular  in  mondstadt  &  fontaine:  one  day  out  of  the  year  dedicated  to  your  beloved.  yet  he  would  give  every  hour  to  a  certain  doctor    ——    every  breath  unsung.  however,  it  was  too  dark  outside.  surely  baizhu  would  be  asleep  &  not  appreciate  an  interruption  like  this?  he  also  must  have  more  important  things  to  do  . . .  saving  lives  took  precedence.

                              (    but  he,  too,  were  one  of  those  lives.    )

a  knock  at  the  door  made  gāo  yīng  curious.  who  would  ask  for  his  assistance  at  this  hour?  the  villagers  mostly  kept  to  themselves before the day &  there  were  no  pressing  matters  from  the  ministry.  deciding  to  check  it  out,  the  agent  closed  the  book  he  was  reading  &  walked  over  to  the  door,  opened  it  &  . . .

                                                            ah  . . .