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Just another day, usual same day but maybe this time it is a bit lonely.
Yunho never noticed it before—not really. Not until he stood in the kitchen with a glass of water he wasn’t planning to drink, listening to the hum of the refrigerator and the echo of his own breathing.
He didn’t even look up when the front door opened.
"Hello?" A voice called gently, just loud enough not to be intrusive.
Yunho blinked. Right. The housekeeper.
"In here," he said, setting the glass down on the marble counter. He half expected a graying older man or woman, maybe someone silent and efficient. But when he finally glanced up—Oh.
The kid was young. Not kid kid, but... too young. Early twenties, maybe. Hair a little wind-blown from the walk over, uniform slightly too big for his narrow frame. And smiling like life wasn’t a heavy coat to wear.
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When he was certain no drop remained unconsumed, he pulled himself slowly from the man’s lap, from his silk bed, nearly tripping over his own feet as he stumbled to his window.
The descent was daunting, his limbs barely seeming to function, and his mind too fogged to order them properly. And as he swayed and staggered through the dark, moonlit streets, he hardly could think clearly enough to wonder—
What had that human’s pleasure done to him?
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16 Mar 2026
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San is a lonely creature, not by choice. He then gets some tentative company in the form of Yunho, also not by choice.
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Always those words...
Healing. Forgiveness. Moving On.
But how can I?
How can I do that when you're all I think about, be it awake or asleep?
I love you.
I’m in love with you.
I hate you.
I won’t let you get away with this.
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“Oh, yeah? If it’s not scary, then why are you afraid?”
“I’m not.”
San had always adored Halloween. He loved seeing the little kids running around for candy, the people dressing up, all of the festivals and haunts that occurred once a year, and the comradery that came with the holiday. But, most of all, San absolutely adored being scared.
“You are. You’re afraid of me.”
“I am not afraid of you.”
“Then why can I smell how scared you are? The smell, the fear, is dripping off of you.”
Naturally, San gathered three of his closest friends and forced them to go with him to a haunt that Halloween. They were all dressed up, giddy, and ready to be slightly scared for their own amusement. What could possibly go wrong?
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07 Feb 2026