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                In fact, to this day, the two still didn't know their first meeting. The most probable cause to this was because their meeting was in the times where both were vulnerable and, to put it bluntly, at their worst. So, of course, thinking back to such a time was the last thing any of them would do.                 Flash back to several years ago, when Chen was called Jongdae and Zelo was called Daejung. This was the darkest times for the two - both having a different reason to the other.                       Poor high schooler Jongdae was being bullied for his looks -- oh, didn't he tell yo? All of those beautiful traits that his wonderful face and body consist of now are fake. Back before he surgically remade himself, he was ugly - well, called that by classmates anyway. Although, even after making himself artificially beautiful, his bullying classmates still couldn't see it, and it just made it worse. Fake faced, they'd call him. And there, he was at his lowest. It was his usual routine to drag himself into school and to his desk where he'd bury his head in his hands or arms before wishing - praying - that he could disappear. Perhaps die. And when a kind enough teacher noticed the worrying teen, they'd send him off to the school infirmary to rest until better. He did this everyday, and nobody or nothing disrupted this routine - unless, of course, it was the brilliant day of the week where he was dragged out to be beat and publicly humiliated in front of the whole school.                   But today wasn't one of those days.                   There shouldn't have been anyone disrupting him while he pondered on life and what horrible thing he must've done to deserve this.                   So why was this boy, covered in bruises and scares and all sorts of wonderful wounds, sitting on the bed opposite?                   Jongdae narrowed his eyes at the younger boy, who looked incredibly out of place, and who strangely stared at one point for too long. This was until the school nurse came in carrying a tray full of bandages and sterilised equipment; she was probably using up all of the infirmary's stock of treatment just on this one boy. Just by observing the boy, the only thing that came to mind was ' fag ' -- he didn't know why, but it was just something about him. His posture was awfully straight, so way too formal; well, to be honest, his whole demeanour was just cold -- his expression, his body, and even the way he looked off into the distance.                  "Ah, Jongdae, are you feeling unwell again?" The nurse asked as she began to tend the first of many wounds on the younger boy's body. Chen could merely nod, nervously clearing his throat, the nurse smiling sweet in response.                  It was in the midst of her light story about her toddler when she noticed the teenager in the opposute bed gving quite the observer’s stare towards the boy she was tending to. “Oh, you two haven’t met yet, have you?” The two boys shook their heads. “Well, why don’t you introduce yourselves?” Even the weird quiet kid looked up at what looked like despair at that point.                   “My name’s Jongdae.”                   “My name’s... Junhong. But call me Zelo.”                  “What kind of name is Zelo?”                  “It’s derived from the Greek God of rilvary, Zelus and-”                  “It was a rhetorical question, dude. I didn’t want to know the back story to your whole life.”                 “...”                 “You’re a fag.”                 “No, my name is Zelo.”                 “Alright, you can be Faglo.”

                                    Oh, but actually, how about Ji-     No. He swore to himself that he would never say, breathe or even think of that name or of that person.   ---- Jinhyuk.  ----                                                      ' -- to ivory -- '     After so long, he couldn't help but think about his passed best friend as now, he had so much time on his hands, when he really shouldn't. Every time the thought of him came to mind, it brought back the dreaded memory of when he had to leave. When Daejung made him leave. And to do what? To apparently earn dignity, pride and all that other bullshit that they told him. He was so gullible, and stupid to believe these words, why didn't anybody stop him? It was the one thing he hated about his parents: they supported him no matter what he did or believed in.      Even if it was the decision to kill his best friend. It was for the Fatherland, right?                               ' You did the right choice. It's for the best. '                                                     ' -- to steel. '         That was when everything that he had learnt of compassion turned to a simple theory that he couldn't seem to grasp any more. This 'accomplishment' that would haunt him until the ends of the earth earned him the higher title in the North's military service, and so he moved to the South to work undercover. This was where he would call himself 'Junhong' along with an alias of his liking, which he decided to be 'Zelo'.       At first, his moving had struggles with the likes of 'fitting in with the crowd' and being accustomed to the new environment. Some things he found utterly abnormal -- especially the girls, like, even after three years of undercover service in the South, it just seemed like their skirts were getting shorter and shorter. Although, throughout the years, he had slowly forgotten what it was like at home as he was naturally evolving himself into the standards of the new environment. He had to admit, it was rather fun having friends close that care about you and whatnot. Of course, at first, free time felt like a dream, but after three years of undercover service, free time felt like a complete waste of time. And with this waste of time led to over thinking, and realisation.        It wasn't until now - three years later- that Zelo realised what he had done. He was so focused on what They called honour and title, that he did what he had to do to climb to the top. Even if it did mean killing his friend in the name of the Fatherland.              He did it without a second thought.         And now the world was only getting bigger and bigger, until the boy eventually felt too small to exist. His existence was too minuscule to be known, that's what he felt, that was he new belief. He wondered if his parents would support him now. But all he knew was that he was finally starting to understand his actual reason in this world.         He didn't. And that's why he had to go.