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"How does it feel?" Yeonjun turned his head in the direction where Taehyun was sitting, him still looking forward. "How does it feel to know that you aren't real?" asked Taehyun again more precisely. Yeonjun looked at him and viewed his face carefully. "I have gotten used to it." Yeonjun said calmly, his eyes following the bridge of Taehyun's nose. "And how did it feel when you weren't used to it?" "I was scared. Scared to be alone for the rest of my existence. If there will ever be an end to it." Taehyun furrowed his brow. "So you aren't scared anymore?" "I am." /// There is a myth that when the clock hits 5.53 pm at the local carousel a boy with pink hair will appear and wander around, always in the same pink crop top, never to see before the evening chime. But beware of this innocent looking boy as you might see eternal death in his eyes within. word count: 17.660 (You can find the spin-off of this story under the name 'You and I in the setting sun' on my account !)
But It's You at 5:53
