Chapter 2: welcome to wonderland

What?

All at once, the lingering breath in Jongho's lungs escaped him. His heart nearly paused in its natural course, all a testament to the pure shock that shot through his veins.

In the beginning, the general public had scrambled together in fear. Hiding away in their little rabbit holes, afraid that one big bad fox would come along to scoop them up in its drooling maw. The disappearances spelled out doom for some, while others didn't quite understand the fear. Those were usually the ones that were taken.

One small slip up, a-wrong-place-wrong-time situation, and just like that. Another was claimed.

When those people began to reappear once again, and the case remained stale, the government slowly opened up business once again. With reassurance from those officials, slowly over time, hatchings fit into regular daily life.

It almost seemed rather suspicious, now that Jongho knew the truth.

With your average civilian, unconcerned for their fate in a hatching, wandering the streets: it seemed almost too easy to steal them away without anyone knowing.

Jongho shivered as he considered what manner of beings awaited under the cover of darkness, ready to prey on their next victim. Yeosang had been travelling along the same street he always had, and still he'd been affected. Despite the regular traffic and busyness, he'd still been taken. Maybe even right under all of their noses.

The power these mysterious kidnappers held over the city was nearly unmatched.

If this continued, there would be no telling of the disastrous consequences.

The slight shift of Yeosang's head, dragged Jongho's attention back to his holographic form. The string of thought in Jongho's mind had lasted mere seconds, and Yeosang continued without missing a beat.

"They've been replacing people since the beginning." Yeosang's eyes held an unmatched fire of disdain, but Jongho detected the slightest undertone of worry, "Everyone out there with the mark of the bird is artificial. An android created to stand in for their human counterparts so that no one knows what's really going on behind the scenes." Jongho noted the not so subtle glance Yeosang cast over his shoulder now and again, as if he expected to be jumped by a hidden enemy.

Yeosang's words washed over him with the pushback of a tidal wave. It sent his thoughts careening, like dust in the wind. He reminisced on the early days of the hatchings case, as his mind rushed to crunch the numbers.

In the beginning there had been streams of cases, each slowly building into an overwhelming mountain of missing people. Most had stopped counting after the police officially dropped the case.

There had to be hundreds out there. Each working for the unknown agenda of their superiors who were hidden behind multiple layers of lies and the calculating masks of their robotic minions.

Jongho couldn't think of what this could mean for not only himself and his best friend, but for all the people who continued to live their life as if nothing was wrong. How would they feel to learn that the same person they lovingly cherished was now replaced by a mindless android, not to mention that the real human counterpart could be quite possibly anywhere?

Jongho so desperately wanted to ask more questions. The quirk of having an overwhelming curiosity and also a desire to help. What was it like on the other end? Did Yeosang know who was behind this? Did he know where he was being held?

Alas, Yeosang's response would have been impossible. The message had been pre-recorded before the android copy had even appeared. Who knows what had taken place after this message had been recorded though, had Yeosang been caught?

"I'm not sure the full extent of what's going on, but I think we can do this if we work together indirectly. If you can find my location, I can work from my end to gather as much information as I can. Like what all these robots will be used for." The gruff sounds of the grumbling crowd of invisible antagonists grew ever closer, echoing louder in the background of the recording. Yeosang in a flit of panic, which was so unlike him, grabbed at the edges of the camera lens to shut it off.

"Good luck," He mumbled almost too quickly for Jongho to catch. "You'll need it as much as I do."

With that final sentiment, the hologram message cut off abruptly. Jongho nearly jumped when the copy collapsed again, its clear purpose fulfilled.

The apartment walls around Jongho blurred together into a faded background of beige. The dripping silence was like an overwhelming fog around his figure enough to make him choke.

His mind was clouded with thoughts that ran rampant and became tangled in each other in worthless knots. He couldn't seem to wrap his head around all the new information that was suddenly thrust into his hands.

He almost wanted to go back to being the Jongho he was before this all happened, with Yeosang fine and all. But at the same time he didn't.

Going back would mean forgetting the danger. Forgetting about the truth. They would once again be like all the oblivious people who wandered around without fear.

He had known when Yeosang had first disappeared that nothing would be the same after. It was only now he was seeing the full extent of everything that had changed.

Innocent people were being taken for who knows what reason, a reason even Yeosang had yet to know. Then, replaced by copies composed of steel and circuitry, while the general public and the police turned a blind eye.

It was unbelievable that Jongho had been just another one of those clueless people before this had all begun. There was no way of going back to his life before, the only way was forward. He was in too deep.

The second Yeosang became involved, the safety of their ignorance had been shattered.

In order to regain somewhat control of their situation, he needed to get a hold of the reins on his end. He had to work out a way to help his friend who was trapped in the thrall of danger.

And how terrified Jongho would be in Yeosang's place, but still his friend fought to survive and gain the upper hand. It reminded him of their school days all over again.

Jongho had always been one of the more outcasted kids in his high school. It wasn't necessarily that people didn't want to be his friend, it was more out of the preference he had for being alone. He felt more like a lone wolf, and his one man pack had kept him satisfied for the majority of his school years.

That ideal independence was washed away however, when the extremely popular boy, Kang Yeosang, became determined to be his friend.

It was by chance mostly, but Yeosang stuck like glue. His fierce determination was unrivalled and Jongho had to admit, back then he'd been impressed by the effort the older had expressed. He'd been hesitant to accept Yeosang's outrageous offer of friendship mostly because of the drastic difference in their social circles.

Yeosang had been practically worshipped around the school because of how perfect he seemed. Good looking, humble, great in school; on the outside, it appeared as if Yeosang had everything he needed. With his natural gifts in technology and his vast understanding of different concepts, Yeosang was the ideal boy for anybody who had eyes.

He even had an exclusive group of friends, including Jung Wooyoung, who Jongho had been a little too fond of back then. But even then, Jongho learned from Yeosang that not everything was as perfect as it seemed.

Suddenly an absurd idea struck him.

Yeosang still kept in touch with Wooyoung from time to time. Though they'd split ways as soon as high school had ended, after their friendship had been stretched in almost every direction. However, their friendship had survived and even though they were apart it had remained as strong as ever.

Their tight knit friendship had loosened slightly over the years, but they met now and again. In fact, on the night of Yeosang's disappearance, he'd been on his way home from a get-together at Wooyoung's workplace, Wonderland. Wonderland was an exclusive club reserved for those with cash to spare, and those who wanted to lose themselves in the magic of the night.

With the off chance that he could get in contact with Wooyoung again, he'd have another ally to stand against the overwhelming pressure before him.

If Wooyoung had remained as undyingly loyal as he was during their school days, then it would be fairly easy to convince him. With his oversized heart practically embedded on his sleeve, Wooyoung would drop everything in a heartbeat to save Yeosang. It was something they both shared, though Wooyoung was loyal to a fault.

Thoroughly satisfied with his new plan, Jongho fixed his troubled gaze on the immobile android below him. Jongho didn't feel comfortable just leaving it lying around. The imposter still wore Yeosang's face, but his presence brought him none of the comfort the real one would.

Jongho hooked his hands under the android's shoulders and dragged him across the carpet, careful not to step on the scattered shards of glass. At first he was unsure about what he should do with the empty shell of steel. He didn't necessarily feel comfortable just leaving it there though. He had a destination in mind that would fit the drooping figure nicely.

It was surprising how light the android felt, considering a lot of heavy duty metal was required to build its form. Not to mention the swathes of circuitry stuffed inside. Though Jongho didn't dwell on his confusion for long. After all, the developers of this marvel of machinery seemed to have thought of everything necessary to perfectly disguise their creations.

Though it did seem like they had made a major mistake when checking if everything was in place before sending it out. Some loose screws had foiled their master plan, all courtesy of Yeosang. Had the creators been so confident that they hadn't even looked for something out of place?

Jongho used the toe of his shoe to kick open the door to Yeosang's bedroom, pulling the android in behind him. Hooking his hands under the limp body, he set the robot onto the bed with a small huff from the effort.

There were only two bedrooms in their shared apartment, and it only made sense for the android to stay in Yeosang's. They shared a face, why not a room? Besides, there was no way Jongho wanted those blank glass eyes staring into his soul as he slept. Anywhere else in the apartment was too out in the open, and Jongho feared what would happen if someone wandered in and saw the still figure of Yeosang's copy.

Jongho slipped from the room, closing the door softly behind him. The last slivers of the doorway swallowed the image of the darkened figure nestled in Yeosang's blankets.

He whipped his phone out of his pocket, but dropped his hand swiftly when it occurred to him that he didn't have Wooyoung's phone number. Yeosang did, but Yeosang's phone was still dead and Jongho didn't know the passcode. And it's not like he could just ask.

The brilliant flicker of a lightbulb moment in his brain led him to unlock his phone with fidgety hands. He knew of the perfect person he needed to gain access to the exclusive interior of Wonderland. His hyung could have been considered a regular at the club, but Jongho knew that it was mostly for business purposes versus the idea of a night of alcohol.

His hyung, Wooseok, sent him a response in what felt like seconds. He gave the exact confirmation that Jongho needed. Turns out Wooseok was heading there anyway, a perfectly unexpected stroke of luck that made Jongho grin in relief.

He flitted about his apartment with renewed vigor, his determination fueling his overactive state. Jongho was about to step into an establishment that was made for the elite, he needed to belong among them. He couldn't afford to be strangled out like a single weed in a garden of roses.

A lot of things could and would happen as soon as he set foot through those doors. He needed to be prepared to enter the lion's den. Otherwise they'd devour him.

He only had so many chances, he wouldn't let this one slip through his grasp so easily.

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The blinding neon lights that dressed the large sign overhead, flashed nearly erratically as if trying to send a rapid fire message in morse code.

Jongho knew that it was a ploy of advertisement, an immediate eye-catcher that would capture and imprison your attention. As if the renowned reputation wasn't enough to make you want to gain access to the 'wonders' of Wonderland.

A swarm of people milled around the front entrance, some trying desperately to parley their way in. The stern man in uniform stationed at the door shot down their attempts without mercy. His buff figure was enough to discourage disagreement.

Wonderland was one of the more aesthetically pleasing structures in the surrounding area, accented with expensive fixtures and mystical decals as an ode to the origins of the name. Though this place held none of the innocent wonder of Alice in Wonderland, it was just as popular. It was no wonder this place was so secretive and exclusive, the waiting list probably extended past city limits.

Jongho couldn't imagine the luck it would take to be able to get a job here, because Wooyoung had managed to snag one quite easily. Mind you, when Wooyoung had first started working there, last spring from what Yeosang had mentioned, Wonderland hadn't been nearly as popular.

Wooseok stood tautly at his side. His expression portrayed a relaxed demeanor, but the tense position of his muscles was another story. Jongho was used to his hyung's strange mannerisms after spending a majority of his life under his wing. He was aware that with his hyung's line of work, one must be prepared for everything.

Wooseok had his hands tucked loosely in the pockets of his black and white pin striped suit. The nonchalant golden pocket watch, accompanied by its own thin chain, was tucked delicately into a smaller pocket over his heart. He exuded confidence that Jongho tried his best to match.

Jongho in comparison was dressed in mostly black, with the exception of the lower ends of his simple suit jacket, which appeared as if dipped in white paint and freckled with stars.

They'd only been waiting for about three minutes, but all the blurred figures around them left a wide open space between the ruffian group and their calculating presence. They were intimidated by Wooseok's overall aura, and Jongho was grateful. He wasn't particularly fond of being crowded, but he knew he would have to deal with it tenfold inside Wonderland's silver doors.

Wooseok had informed him that they were to wait until the clock hit ten exactly. He was familiar with the man who was switching places with the current bouncer, and was confident that he could point me in the direction of Wooyoung.

The roar of a commotion at the main door was what set a multitude of stragglers into motion. They pushed back away from the building, and many made their way past the silent pair, grumbling under their intoxicated breath. Wooseok leaned over to nudge Jongho with the edge of his elbow, enough to make him snap into focus.

"That's our cue," Wooseok mumbled, more focused on the way ahead than Jongho's sudden nervousness. Jongho inhaled a sharp breath, allowing himself only a few spare moments to collect his thoughts. He followed his hyung through the dispersing crowd, stalking in his footsteps as Wooseok led the way with confident strides. His gaze set upon the blond that now stood at the entrance, their arms crossed, most likely from the slight chill in the air. Though many mistook it as an intimidation tactic.

The unfamiliar blond's eyes lit up in recognition at the sight of Wooseok. Jongho stood at Wooseok's opposite shoulder as the two clasped their hands together, sharing a familiar smile. Jongho watched them whisper back and forth for a few moments before his attention slipped elsewhere. He thought he caught a glimpse of unnatural iridescent blue, but it vanished almost as quickly as it appeared. Almost as if he had imagined it.

Jongho was dragged back to attention when he noticed Wooseok begin to move out of the corner of his eye. The blond man waved them both through with a small quirk visible at the edges of his lips.

A wave of noise greeted them as soon as they broke through the entrance hall. The loud voices and music overloaded their hearing, giving Jongho a momentary shock. The unrelenting rhythm was carried through the floor and travelled from one dancing patron to another. Almost addicting in nature. Jongho had to shake the feeling from himself, though the temptation was hard to release.

One voice rang out clearer than all the others. The majority were drunken singers among the crowded audience, while the lone professional amplified the overall energy in the room.

The voice belonged to the man who appeared to be performing on a large stage at the far end of the dance floor. He was captivating to watch, and Jongho stared at him with admiration, momentarily forgetting his goal. The man effortlessly hyped up the masses of drunken partiers, stringing them along before letting them snap back down to Earth. It was a near riveting feeling for some, and Jongho figured that this was the irresistible charm of the man. The crowds pushed forward to gather and dance at his feet, while he drifted on the edge of the stage. It almost appeared as if he would fall down among them from how close he dared to venture to the edge, and that was clearly his intent. He jumped around at times, but also swayed sensually when the song asked for it. A few audience members swooned when he winked lazily in their direction, but he never stopped for conversation.

He was adorned in a red velvet suit, and his hand drifted precariously along his body in a teasing manner. Jongho blinked in surprise when the man somehow caught his eye from the far off stage, giving him a quick wink before glancing away again.

Jongho didn't blush, but it would be a crime if he didn't admit that the other was good looking and practically oozed charisma.

There was a small tap on the curve of his back and Jongho paused to hear Wooseok's whispered message, "Chan said Wooyoung isn't working tonight, but he's still hanging around somewhere. He also mentioned asking San, because they always seem to know where the other is. Practically inseparable he says." Wooseok paused to let a group of giggling women slip past them, "San should be at the bar, he's the only one that works here with pink hair. Should be pretty easy to spot."

Jongho leaned closer, "Where will you go?"

Wooseok hummed, "I have separate business to take care of. I'll meet up with you later if you want. Don't get into too much trouble."

Jongho's mind flashed to the robot Yeosang, and every event leading up to this moment. Trouble was guaranteed, but he wouldn't tell his hyung that.

With a comforting pat on the back, Wooseok vanished into the crowd of bodies. Leaving Jongho stranded alone among exuberant strangers, each running on some sort of liquid courage. A few of them tried their luck once they noticed him standing there by his lonesome, but Jongho politely dodged their advances and slipped into the crowd before they could corner him.

Jongho squeezed past a group of tipsy guys, and narrowly avoided smacking straight into a server with a full tray of alcoholic beverages. He huffed in relief as soon as he broke through the crowd and emerged along the edge of the bar.

His gaze swept calculatingly over each bartender, and he quickly locked onto the one he was meant to find. A man with pale pink hair was washing out strangely shaped glasses almost directly across from him. Jongho was yet again having to admit to the other's handsomeness. Did they not hire anyone who wasn't visual royalty? Jongho was starting to believe it was the case.

The man shifted his attention when he noticed Jongho's gaze, sidling over with an adapted flirtatious smile.

He leaned easily against the bar, his aura made him seem increasingly approachable as he met Jongho's eyes. Jongho didn't return the favor, he was able to recognize that the flirty front was all an act.

"Anything I can get for you?" The pinkette, San, grinned with a half-hearted twinkle in his brown eyes.

Jongho humored him and leaned closer for emphasis, blinking innocently. He also knew that a close quarters conversation would prevent other nosy customers from listening in.

"I need to speak with someone who works here. It's really important."

San raised an eyebrow, his voice taking on a curious lilt, "Who are you looking for?"

"Jung Wooyoung," Jongho announced, and he was able to catch the exact moment San's jaw tensed up from the name. Though he wasn't expecting the sudden change in the other, he managed to keep a straight face. San's aura had soured, and his eyes had narrowed slightly almost in suspicion.

"What for?" San seemed almost closed off now. His dark eyes held a fire that wasn't there before. It was like the name had been the flint needed to spark life into San's cool but fake expressions. San was clearly protective of either Wooyoung in particular or his fellow staff in general. Jongho wouldn't be able to tell which.

San flexed his hands on the bar counter in front him, holding the cloth in his hands with almost a white-knuckled grip.

Jongho hoped and prayed that San would be able to recognize his desperation, "It's really urgent. Please. It's about one of his friends."

The fierce inner battle that waged beyond San's gingerbread gaze was hard fought. Jongho didn't want to think about the utter storm of danger that danced in his eyes, and he shifted slightly from the intensity of it. San was dead silent, which only served to amplify Jongho's nerves that had erupted as soon as the invisible switch had flipped in San. He clenched his hands together to ward away their hardy trembling.

Jongho's expression dropped. He was certain that he appeared absolutely pathetic, on the verge of pleading. He chanted please silently in his mind, as the tense pause continued tearing apart his composure.

His mind erupted into relief as soon as San's shoulder dipped down in something akin to defeat. San leaned away from their small sheltered bubble, breaking the intense focus Jongho had been clinging to. The sounds of the club slammed into existence again, as if they had been suddenly resurrected from the tension that had swirled around Jongho and the pinkette just moments before.

"Hey Jinjin, can you take over my area until I come back? I need to find Woo," San hailed a laid back man with dirty blond hair who nodded with a cheerful grin. Jongho found that the man's bright display eased his worry, and he allowed himself a moment to breathe.

Though it wasn't long before his mission rushed to catch up to him again.

San unwound the loosely tied black apron from where it hung around his waist. He stuffed it somewhere out of sight below the counter not so delicately.

Jongho slipped off the scarlet barstool as soon as San raised an arm, motioning for Jongho to follow.

The short trek through the dancing crowd was constricting once again, but Jongho couldn't afford to let San out of his sight so he pushed through without complaint. He barely dodged the swinging arms of a shorter woman who was dancing erratically, with no care for her surroundings.

A separate hallway at the far side of the club, just to the right of the stage, led them into a quieter environment. The walls were darker while some scattered accents were painted a startling red. The overall appeal made it seem as if one had stepped into the mouth of a fire breathing dragon. Jongho only glanced at the signs of the bathrooms momentarily as they passed them by, noting that both carried additional gender neutral signs.

San paused in front of a door with the inlaid carving of a compass painted red set into the wood. He only glanced up once to confirm that Jongho was still with him, before he vanished behind the door into darkness. Jongho's eyes widened in surprise, but nonetheless he followed dutifully.

As soon as he stepped into the shadowed space behind the strange door he was able to spot the small lights set into the floor. Outlining a long black staircase. Jongho didn't want to keep San waiting so without pause he descended.

He found his guide at the base of the stairs, tapping his foot impatiently in front of yet another door. San held up an arm, making Jongho stand uncertainly where he was.

San fixed him with a strange look, one that Jongho wasn't able to decipher, "You're about to enter the most exclusive part of Wonderland. We call it the Brig. I'm only allowing you access because whatever it is seems important, and you won't be interrupted down here. However, I suggest you proceed with caution, the rest of the Elites are behind these doors, and they don't take kindly to insolence."

Jongho nodded. A little too quickly apparently, because San's gaze shifted slightly as he raised a questioning eyebrow. Though he didn't seem to dwell on Jongho's strange antics for long and he turned to the door.

Jongho wasn't unfamiliar with the plethora of rumours that were attached to the Elites. Most of the time he tried to avoid them, but the whispers were everywhere.

The Elites were the main group behind Wonderland, the ones who handled business and every lawful and unlawful thing that dragged itself through those doors. Some thought they were simply that, successful businessmen. However, the whispered gossip claimed that there were more sinister things going on behind closed doors.

Jongho didn't want to let rumours sway him, but his hands were a different story. They wound together and fiddled in his nervousness, but he reined in those worries. Yeosang needed help, and he was here to win that help over.

San pressed through the large door, and four heads simultaneously snapped their attention to the entrance.

Jongho recognized Wooyoung almost immediately.

He'd hardly changed. With bleached blond hair and a cackling laugh that faded at the sight of the newcomers, he was hard to forget. Jongho was quite the opposite, not nearly as memorable at times, mostly because of his independent nature.

Jongho didn't want to admit, but a small sliver of him hoped that Wooyoung would recognize him. He squashed that hope almost as soon as it appeared.

Wooyoung's umber eyes narrowed in confusion, a sharp jab that made Jongho wince internally. Though the innate friendliness hidden there made an inexplicable warmth grow in his chest.

Jongho had to tear his gaze away from the blond, in order to examine the others in the room.

He recognized only one other person; Park Seonghwa, the renowned owner and figurehead of Wonderland. He was a powerful man, capable of many things. Few dared to cross him, though the rumours made up many tall tales of what he did to those who did.

The other two were curled together in a tangle of limbs on the second couch opposite of the door. Both looked up at Jongho curiously, but didn't move to make a comment. They only waited, another victim of the silence that now surrounded them all.

San shifted his weight in slight discomfort.

"Wooyoung, he says he needs to talk to you," San gestured Jongho forward, and hesitantly, Jongho moved to step a little closer to the small group. Jongho felt as if he'd been shoved into an open tank of great white sharks, each sizing him up to see if he was worth the fight.

Wooyoung's eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting to be addressed, but nonetheless he turned to give Jongho his full attention.

Jongho coughed quietly, his throat was suddenly as dry as the Sahara. "It's about Yeosang—'' he began, but as soon as the name fell from his lips, Wooyoung jumped up from his seat.

"Is he alright? What happened? I haven't heard from him in days," At the pained expression on Jongho's face, Wooyoung gasped as everything clicked into place. It was like watching a child find out their fish had secretly been replaced after the old one had died. The horror that flashed quickly in Wooyoung's eyes was only present for a few short moments. "He had a hatching, didn't he?"

Jongho hated to be the bearer of bad news, but he knew that Wooyoung deserved to know the truth. A swift glance around the room revealed that while the others were present, they remained where they were so as to not interrupt.

Jongho tried to start again, "That's not even the worst of it. You see—"

The bump of the door swinging open behind them, made them all lose focus on the conversation. Jongho felt as if each interruption was just delaying the inevitable, he wouldn't be leaving until he'd been reassured that Wooyoung knew what was going on.

Jongho stopped short when he recognized the man who'd just entered. It was the same man who Jongho had first seen from the entrance. The man who lived and breathed on that stage, with passion exuding from his every movement, and his alluring presence immediately drawing attention. He still wore the red velvet suit, though more buttons were undone as he panted from the adrenaline of entertaining the lively crowd. His auburn locks were ruffled as if a violent wind had torn across the stage while he was performing.

He narrowed his eyes once he took in their strange gathering in the middle of the room.

"What's going on?" The newcomer questioned, noticing the slight tension in the room.

Jongho felt his curious gaze burn into Jongho's timid form, as if in an attempt to pick him apart to see his every intention.

"Everything's fine, Hongjoong." An unfamiliar tone surprised him, one that sounded from Wooyoung's side, "One of Wooyoung's friends just had a hatching. They should be fine. They always are."

Jongho sneaked a glance over at Seonghwa, who'd just spoken up lowly for the first time since Jongho had entered. Seonghwa didn't even bother to look up from his phone, scrolling and scanning through its illuminated display. Jongho couldn't stop the thought that slipped into his mind: does he ever stop working?

It didn't seem that way, though Jongho was impressed that he was still listening despite being overly occupied with his workload.

Wooyoung still appeared worried, but the effect of Seonghwa's fleeting words eased his shoulders to relax from their tense state. Clearly calmer at the reassurance from his boss, who, if Jongho was to be honest, seemed more like a friend than a superior.

Jongho allowed himself to suck in a small harsh breath, unsure how to tackle the elephant in the room that they didn't even know about. It was like the truth was bubbling on the tip of his tongue, wanting to spill out into the open freely.

Now that he was the center of the attention, standing rigid as a stranger in the middle of the Brig. Standing in the midst of the Elites who suddenly felt a lot more real than just from the stories he'd heard. Surely Yeosang would know what to do if their roles were switched.

Yeosang would just get it over with, his mind whispered, just tear the bandage off in one fell swoop.

Jongho drew in a hesitant breath to break the silence, prepared to tell them everything he knew. It was almost freeing, the thought of finally addressing the situation that had been hanging over his head all evening.

Though he froze when his eyes fell on the last thing he wanted, but should have at least been expecting. He almost choked at the sudden recognition. Something familiar was seared into the skin of one of the boys curled together on that burgundy couch.

A familiar marking lay dormant on his left shoulder, its small wings stretched outwards in unrestricted flight.

The tattoo of a hummingbird.

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now this is an interesting development . . . hmm who could it be?

pink san do be fine though ♡

♡ thank you for reading ♡

published for cey who has been waiting for awhile for an update ｡◕‿‿◕｡