#fever part 3

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Album - ATEEZ Mini Album 7: "Zero: Fever Pt. 3"

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[atiny-for-life]

Ateez's Full Storyline Explained - Part 5

Masterlist

Fever Part 3 Diary Entries:

The Intro provides a small history lesson on the Z-World which tells us the following: the fourth Industrial Revolution already took place which advanced science and technology and increased the human lifespan to 200 years which in turns increased the length of compulsory education to 40 years

We also get an extended explanation of something the Grimes boy already mentioned in the Fever Part 2 Diary Entries: the Central Government's use of an AI system to create their own utopian society

After all its simulations were run, it found the one unpredictable variable that kept them from achieving absolute control: human emotions

As a result, they expanded on their command and applied a deep learning technology to their AI which was told to treat the new variable as a bug - doing that allowed it to create a new market platform which could estimate each human's individual energy (something that's in reality, fully unpredictable) and use it as a tradable resource

Under this new system, the new world looked like this:

[S]ensitivity, emotion and free will gradually faded away, and humanity fell to components for maintaining the world.

Jongho, trapped in his flashback/hallucination, is reliving the last game of his basketball career, the game that left him injured and effectively put an end to his first big dream

He sees the doctor who's telling him he can live on normally but that basketball will no longer be an option

From Jongho's entry:

What all my colleagues could do was leaving me with pitiful eyes. I freed myself from the doctor's strong hold of my arm and yelled at my colleagues as they were distancing. "Please take me with you! Please, don't leave me here!" I screamed at the top of my lungs desperately.

It is then that he's freed from his hallucination by Yeosang who's pulling him up to a seated position and putting his own gas mask over Jongho's face

Once he's taken a few breaths, Jongho's surroundings come into focus and he realizes they're sitting at the edge of a cliff

Confused, he looks to Yeosang who takes his hand and tells him the Grimes girl got her voice back so they can get out of there ASAP

In the meantime, Yunho successfully dodges all of Left Eye's attacks

Seeing the recklessness in Left Eye's actions, Yunho feels a unique form of pity fill him, one that gives him the strength to further approach Left Eye, even as the other members' voices try to stop him

He gets close enough to Left Eye to see his irises shake as if the hallucination were fading

From Yunho's entry:

"It's not your fault." With the drop of his bat, Left Eye fell to the floor like a lifeless toy. "You had no thoughts of harming anyone in the first place." He looked up with sorrowful eyes and began to let go of his tears - together with the emotions he had locked up. He [must've] lived many days with the burden of guilt after his daughter died. What if, just what if I didn't send her there that day. What if I was there with her, what if, what if... Looking at him felt like seeing me stripped of everything in front of a mirror.

They all reunite and set off to the Android Guardians' prison island

Drifting across the ocean on a ship, Mingi eavesdrops on a conversation between Left Eye and the Grimes siblings who're watching a video of Left Eye's daughter singing and dancing

The three of them are convinced Ateez will be able to free the Black Pirates and it seems to fill them with a sense of peace as they watch the sun set over the sea

The Grimes siblings begin to hum a song while Left Eye playfully dances - something that makes Mingi laugh without even realizing

While the humming escalates to all out singing and dancing, Mingi's entry continues:

Someone said, "Dancing defines at least the smallest will to live. So, people dance [at] the brim of hopelessness." That's right, I could have lived without realizing this. I could not see the present because it was disturbed by past misfortunes. The hopeless sun has hidden behind the horizon and the stars of hope have made their appearance in the sky. The sway of the orange-lit sea faded as the waves embrace the shining stars.

Here, we get our first hint of a connection between night and hope. The moon phases dictate the Cromer's abilities, the vast majority of their missions take place at night, the stars guide the way, etc.

They reach the island in the afternoon of the following day

The remains of a former tourist paradise are evident by their new surroundings but since vacations and rest had become a think of the past, all that was over

Ateez leave Left Eye and the Grimes siblings behind on the ship to allow for a quick escape if needed and head out to search for the bunker

They don't have to look for long since familiar yellow fumes rise up from one singular location - a former gallery

Past the empty lobby, the yellow fumes waft along the exhibition route announced by an arrow on the floor

From Wooyoung's entry:

Some drunk Android Guardians were laid on the floor. And at the end of its view, I could see the men in Black Fedora were in a glass prison.

We get to see this glass prison on multiple occasions, i.e. in Say My Name

Hongjoong immediately recognizes the men from their dreams and when he sees one of them leaning against the wall, barely able to remain standing, he feels he must save them

He throws himself against the glass twice in succession and, upon the second impact, one of the men notices him

From Hongjoong's entry:

"Finally, you are here," he said, and he barely took off his mask. As I saw his face, I was shocked. He was me. The man had exactly the same face as mine. "Listen, we called you here." In the midst of these strange incidents, I could only shake my head. "We are captured here, and somebody has to do our work. You may have noticed it. This world needs a change." "Why does it have to be us? Why do we share the same face?" I kept questioning him and tried to break the glass wall between us. But not even a small crack. "I don't have enough time to tell you the whole story. We are going to be seen by the guardians when the smoke fades. Do what I do."

The Black Pirates' Hongjoong tells all of them to put their hands up against the glass

"We all face walls. Sometimes, we think that our lives would be happier without walls but that is not true. If we earn things easily, we could lose them easily."

Hongjoong describes how there was an indescribable energy swirling between them and their alternate selves as endless questions about their situation and this new world raced through his minds

Before he knows how or when, Ateez are suddenly donning the Black Pirates' black outfits

Still dazed by what just happened, San gets pulled back into reality when Black Pirate Hongjoong shouts for them to run away before the smoke clears

In the center of the hall, an Android Guardian is burning new energy - energy which is made up of people's memories as San now comes to realize

From San's entry:

I picked some of the memories that were not yet burnt from the floor. A memory of confessing love to my lover. A memory of walking my dog on the beach. A memory of the first trip with my friends. They were all valuable and unforgettable memories. These memories were the source to live and hope. Android Guardians were burning the hope of people and they were drunk from the smoke. I felt a surge of anger coming over me. All of a sudden Seonghwa shouted, " I can't see Yeosang!"

In a panic, all remaining members run to the lobby where they encounter Yeosang running toward them from the other exhibition

He throws them the Cromer just as the Android Guardians also reach them

The biggest of the Guardians grabs Yeosang by the neck and threatens to snap it if they don't hand over the Cromer

Hongjoong tries to approach but the Guardian orders him to toss it from a distance

From Seonghwa's entry:

"Don't hand it over! Once we give it to them, they will take us too!" Yeosang shouted. It was the worst situation for us. If we did not hand it over, Yeosang would be in danger. If we just hand it over, everyone would be caught. We cannot let Yeosang sacrifice for 7 members. What can I do?

Hongjoong looked between Yeosang and his remaining members before offering to throw the Cromer if they first let Yeosang go and walk into the space between the two sides

Yeosang takes a moment to think whether there was a way to save both himself and the Cromer but quickly disregards it due to how surrounded they were

Guilt quickly overcomes him. From Yeosang's entry:

It was my fault. I should have been more careful. My friends would not have been all scattered if I had not met them at first. Then we could have not been left in this weird and dangerous place.

He makes his way into the space between the Guardians and the rest of Ateez

The Guardian shouts to throw over the Cromer and Yeosang zeroes in on the object in Hongjoong's hand

What do we know about that sandglass? I asked myself and an answer popped in my head. It may be a gamble but there was no other way.

Hongjoong throws the Cromer but Yeosang snatches it from the air, turns it once and smashes it when he sees the Guardians lunge toward him

The glass broke and sand spreads everywhere

I was being dragged away and Hongjoong tried to grab my hand. The light flashed.

Side-note: This is the little bonus scene we see at the end of the Deja Vu MV

In the Outro, back in the A-World, Ateez appear in their old hideout without Yeosang

"One, two, three, four, five, six........seven." San's quivering voice echoed in the heavy air of dawn.

Everyone is silent and looking into each other's eyes; the warehouse around them looked just as it did when their journey began

San wipes his tears and tries to pull himself together

"Jongho, Wooyoung, Mingi, Yunho, Seonghwa, Hongjoong and I..." San repeatedly shook his head. He mumbled to count again and again with a crying voice then he moaned. A shadow of despair fell on their faces. "What would happen to Yeosang? Like the Black Pirate, what if he's been..." Wooyoung couldn't finish his sentence. A heavy silence filled the space and no one could answer his question.

Hongjoong stood up from the couch he'd been sitting on and shows them his bloody, sand-covered hands before he begins to pull bloody fragment from the cuts in his palms

"We shouldn't have been there, then nothing would have happened..."

He gets interrupted by a knock on the warehouse door. His face hardens as he approaches and opens it

There was no one but something bumped into the door one last time before it drops to the floor

"This is Yeosang's drone." "Who drove this here?" Hongjoong swept dirt from the drone and placed it on the top of a drawer. He stared at the lights coming from the slightly opened door. We all surely felt it. Yeosang is alive.

[iamfanfan]

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[makiswirl]

even more jojo doods from the past few days :]

[btheleaf]

This is an Aang appreciation post. I love this little dude.

[accirax]

last night i had a dream that it was Friday, and i was watching Chapter 2 Episode 15. it was nearing the end of the episode, and Teruko had accused Ace in the Closing Argument. however, Ace was nonstop arguing with MonoTV that he didn't do it and that everyone had it all wrong. MonoTV laughed cryptically, and the episode ended on the cliffhanger...

...that MonoTV was about to introduce Ada Tobisa, Eden's secret twin sister, as the seventeenth student in the killing game.

no, i don't know what role Ada would have had in the murder.

earlier in the dream episode, we had seen the left photo as its own CG, and were led to believe that it was a photo of Eden as a baby (i have no idea how this came up in the Trial). however, the end stinger was showing the CG with the two of them, and that the left picture was actually Ada all along.

anyways, call me the Ultimate Fortune Teller, because i'm pretty sure i've foreseen exactly what's going to happen in Friday's episode drop 😎

[itemma22]

Haven't had sex in days fuck covid

[writing-whump]

👋 Hellooo

Sooo I've been thinking about some ideas for part3-something serious as you asked for opinions 🤭 (I actually even Googled for it tbh xd)

And I saw that fever, severe pain and infection related things are quite common after appendectomy. Well, if we consider that Hex's appendix infected and he stayed for a while like that (idk, a day or less?), it's possible that there's still some infection in his body even after the surgery which his shadow cannot heal. In short, I believe it's a good chance for Hector to whine and being grumpy due to really high fever, feeling sick (coughing and shortness of breathing are two other possible complications as I read on google) while Isiah and Arnie are taking care of him..

As I was the one who insists for Isiah&Hector parts I thought I should help 🤭 but I trust and love your imagination, so I'm sure you'll write another great part for them when you have time and energy!

Thank uu!! Take care&Lots of love 💕🤍

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Thank you for all the ideas & even research! That's so sweet. Hope this lives up to it :3

Appendix part 3

"Can I have some water?"

"Yes," came the immediate reply from Isaiah. Hector was currently draped over his lap, feverish forehead against his brother's stomach.

"But real water. Not that sweet shit you've been feeding me."

Isaiah laughed softly, his stomach muscles vibrating under Hector's ear. "It's a rehydration solution. You can't take more than a few tiny sips to keep it down and this actually helps. The water does not do enough."

Isaiah's voice was still a picture of calm, but Hector thought he was staring to pick up on the difference between real calmness and fake, carefully controlled big brother voice. He talked with authority, the intent to reassure dripping from each syllable.

Hector also noticed Isaiah talked more formally when he did this. The opposite of relaxing, truly.

Isaiah's hand landed on his shoulder. He rubbed little circles on his arm, waiting for Hector to tense up to start lifting him. He always waited for Hector to make the first move, the decision to get up, even if it was just a little twitch to his hands. As if he was scared not to do something Hector wasn't ready for.

It was kind of nice. It made Hector feel like he was in control of what could be controlled. Otherwise he was content to leave the rest to Isaiah. There was something very relieving about it.

It allowed Hector to whine and complain about everything, even though he could hardly come up with anything better himself.

His insides were boiling. Weren't you supposed to be cold with a fever? His clothes were sticking to his skin with sweat.

The cut on his lower right side was radiating pain. There was no comfortable position to be in, it just hurt. He shifted around sometimes just to try it, but every movement just send more spikes of the searing heat up.

Hector took shallow short breaths, as little as he could just to not move his stomach too much. It even still felt bloated, although he couldn't eat for the last two days.

Hector groaned when Isaiah helped him sit up, leaning back against his brother's chest. Isaiah held the glas with a straw to his lips. Hector drank greedily, his throat dry and hot.

Although the liquid was nicely soothing and cold, the sweetness almost made him gag. He held it in, swallowing heavily before almost choking on the next sip.

He coughed, doubling forward. His eyes went black with the pain that clawed at his stomach with the movement.

Isaiah quickly put the glass away, tucking Hector back against himself as his chest heaved with the painful coughs. He murmured something that Hector couldn't understand, carding his cold fingers through Hector's hair.

Hector whined quietly, glad for the contact. At this point it was a shock to him that he wasn't steaming from the way his insides cooked in his skin.

"You are okay, you are okay. Just breathe."

Hector managed a pained scoff. "It fucking hurts. Keep your stupid advice."

On some level he understood he was being mean and whiny and that he probably shouldn't be relying on Isaiah's endless well of patience. But he also couldn't really formulate why it was bad, his brain breaking his sentences in two before they were finished. He was going to figure it out later.

"Just four more hours to go," Isaiah said, but his hand froze in Hector's hair. He turned back towards the door as if hearing a noise Hector wasn't catching.

It was just great, that without his shadow he was basically deaf. Like a damn human.

"Could you hold on for a minute? I need to check something," Isaiah said, looking down at Hector.

"Yeah, yeah. Get out. I need a break from you anyway," Hector said acidly.

Isaiah sighed quietly. He gently maneuvered himself from under Hector without jostling him, easing him down on the pillows.

Hector slumped back against them, stretching his hands. There was a warm spot left after Isaiah.

He rolled a bit away from it, looking for coldness in the sheets. It was soothing for just a bit, the cool part of the pillow and the untouched cover...

Hector opened his eyes. Even his skin hurt. Looking up the ceiling felt nauseating and he felt like he was choking a bit more with every breath. They came hard and short. Hector was too fearful of the pain that would explode if he let himself take a deeper one.

He hated the way his stomach rose and fell so obviously. The round puffiness around it, the way his loose shirt brushed against the gauze on the wound.

He hated everything.

The wounded wolf reached for his shadow on instinct, trying to coax it up ahead of time. He could feel it stirring under his call, like a quiet warm presence at the end of his mind.

That was progress from the numbness from before. But it wasn't enough. It made Hector's chest hitch with a quiet sob at the helplessness.

He balled his hands into the sheets, digging his fingers into the fabric. Trying to find something grounding.

At least Isaiah's calmness, the warmth of his concern at Hector's back, the soothing trust this was just temporary small discomfort and he would be okay...Even just the pathetic way he would pet Hector's hair or rub those little circles onto his shoulder...something soft and pleasant to focus on in the sea of pain made a huge difference.

The weight of not having it suddenly hit him like a brick in the head.

Did he say something again that pissed Isaiah off? This was still such a new territory. It didn't feel natural to be so...so careful around Isaiah. Hector had never done it and he wasn't sure he knew how.

But Isaiah required more sensitive treatment now...why was it again?

Hector felt a wave of guilt and sadness wash over him, but just as it hit he couldn't remember why he felt that way.

There was just a new load of horrible-ness on top of the pain and heat and general ickiness.

"Is-" Was he really going to beg him to come? For real? Wasn't that even more pathetic?

He grid his teeth together, not sure why he felt like crying. He wanted...he didn't know what. To go home? To go away? How would that help?

Everything was so confusing. Why was he in this state again? And more importantly, why was he alone?

"Zaya?" Maybe he would know. Isaiah always knew everything. Especially about what to do next. "Arnie?" Or maybe Arnie. Arnie knew more about emotions than Hector ever could. His younger brother understood what hurt people and what pleased them with a skill of a chessmaster. Hector should ask him...what did he want to ask? It felt important. How could he forget?

He sobbed quietly, chest constricting with panic. The panic made the nausea worse, slimy heaviness pooling in his stomach.

Hector tried lifting himself up on unsteady arms, his mouth dry, but he could feel the goosebumps of nausea climbing up his arms and neck. His teeth throbbed. Oh god, he didn't want to throw up again, it always hurt...

No such luck though, his chest heaved. His stomach rolled, sqeezing and contracting back into itself as he gagged. He manged to drag himself over the rim of the bed, before his arms buckled underneath his own weight.

He dry heaved painfully over the edge, the pain in his wound burning like he was on fire.

That's when the door burst open. Isaiah gave him a shocked look, before his features smoothed out and he climbed up into the bed behind Hector.

One cold hand went to Hector's shoulder to prop him up, the other to his forehead. Isaiah helped him to lean over the edge. A splash of the sweetened water made its way up.

Hector whimpered from the pain, the gag turning into a ruthless cough right after.

"Shhhhh. I'm here, I'm here. You are okay. All good now. Deep breath."

I can't fucking breathe, he wanted to protest, but all that left his lips was a whine and a strangled burp, punctuated by more coughing. His chest hurt, another little note in the cacophony of pain.

Isaiah turned Hector over gently to prop him up against his chest again. It made breathing a little easier. As if he had heard him after all.

Hector closed his eyes. They were burning with the tiny drops of liquid that managed to force their way out.

Isaiah wrapped an arm around his forehead, petting his cheek and then his hair, pushing the sweaty blond curls behind his ear.

"Shhhh. Sorry, bud. I just called the hospital to check over the symptoms. They say the nausea is normal, but we should check you in if the fever doesn't go down soon."

"I'm not going back there," Hector moaned. "Look what they did."

"They helped you. If they didn't operate, your appendix would have burst and killed you. It's not that much harder to kill a wolf than a human," Isaiah said sternly, not leaving room for an argument. "Now try to relax. Your breaths are too shallow, that's why you keep coughing. You need to breathe properly."

"I want to lie down," Hector whined. Even slumped against Isaiah like a toddler and his head spinning, he wanted to lie lower.

"Can't do. Breathe for a bit. Your lungs need more space to stretch out. Sitting up will make it easier."

Isaiah still petted his hair and Hector didn't have enough strength to his pride to dislike it. He leaned more into the touch.

The panicked emptiness from before dissolved at Isaiah's touch and explanation. His chest undone from the knot, he dared to take a bit longer breaths, head clearing out as oxygen refilled his lungs.

"I got a new towel." Arnie stuck his head into the room, whispering like Hector was sleeping. "You think-"

"Yeah," Isaiah said, voice vibrating under Hector. "The fever isn't any better. Not climbing up though."

Hector forced his eyes open so he could brace himself for the cold touch of the water-soaked cotton.

Isaiah unwrapped his arm from Hector's forehead so Arnie could circle the towel around his head instead.

Hector sighed contendly at the coolness. He was starting to see a way out of this by focusing on everything nice that he could feel. Like little beacons of light in the suffocating fog of pain.

Fog was way better than a fire, after all.

He focused his bleary eyes at his youngest brother. The kid had dark circles under his eyes and there was a telling redness to them. With the wet eyeslashes and the shaky way he moved, Hector knew he must have been crying.

Was that why Hector saw so little of him?

The night felt like a week to him and Arnie was absent for most of its days.

"Hey, pipsqueak," Hector said in a rough voice, opening his palm.

Arnie knelt down on the floor, throwing the previous not cold towel at the splash of sick next to him.

He took Hector's hand in both of his, a tiny quiet sob escaping him at the contact.

"It's alright," Hector said. His voice sounded like he gurgled nails before. "Don't cry."

Arnie's breath hitched, but he tried to smile. He pressed his cheek to his own shoulder for a second to wipe it dry. "'m not."

"Did someth'ng happen?" Hector asked, suddenly confused at the possible reason for Arnie's distressed. He thought he understood just a second ago.

Arnie blinked at him, his eyes going to Isaiah in concern. He squeezed Hector's hand. "It's nothing."

"Uhmmm....Liar."

Arnie's giggle was watery. He climbed into the bed beside Hector, curling up against his middle brother's side, the only one of the three that was lying instead of sitting.

Hector made great effort to lift his hand and put it onto the top of Arnie's soft blond head.

Isaiah made a pleased, almost approving noise at the back of his throat, relaxing under Hector's weight.

The oldest wolf adjusted the towel around his forehead, then wrapped his hands snuggly and gently around Hector's waist. Avoiding the injury, but also holding him a bit straighter. Tighter.

"Just three more hours."

Hector nodded, leaning his head back, tucking it under Isaiah's chin.

Cocooned like this by his brothers, he felt like there wasn't that much that could happen anymore.

[hidey-writes]

Day After Day | 日复一日

25k | T | Weilan | Case Fic, Undercover Married, Grief

Shen Wei swallows. “And this is why you asked me to—” he makes a vague gesture that means go undercover as your husband “—pretend with you.” Zhao Yunlan comes to a stop, eyes on Shen Wei. “That’s why the cover is a married couple. The reason I’m asking you is because there are no other options for people to go undercover with.” Shen Wei scoffs to give himself an excuse to look away. “You certainly know how to flatter someone, Zhao Yunlan.” Or: Four Haixingren disappear for two months after a stay at a romantic mountain retreat. Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan book a weekend there to find out what happened.

it's finally here!!! my beloved fic for the 520 day guardian reverse exchange! this was written for trobadora, who gave me the most delicious set of ideas to fit into a story. it was so fun.

i have no idea how to describe this fic, frankly - this is, hands down, the most complex and most heartwrenching and most incredible thing i've ever written in my entire life.

here is a list of some things in it: a kiss, a mystery, a change of heart. old chinese people, dark energy world-building, lesbians, big-time character parallels, forgery of documents, rainstorms, rowboats, lollipop symbolism, [redacted], bedsharing, grading, the stupidest undercover name ever. zhao yunlan described with so many light metaphors. shen wei being the most shen wei i could make him.

read Day After Day | 日复一日 on ao3 here!

[loquaciousquark]

[Fic] A Midwinter's Carol; in Prose; Being a Ghost Story of Baldur's Gate [1/1]

Rating: G Characters/Pairings: Astarion/Tav, various cameos Word Count: 10k Notes: Thanks from the very southernmost reaches of my heart must go to @eponymous-rose, who suggested the idea and then gave me Christmas Past and Present; and to @jadesabre301, who sacrificed most of her afternoon to this beta.

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Cazador was dead: to begin with. There was no doubt whatever about that. Astarion had plunged a very beautiful knife a dozen times or more into his gut and left him in tattered shreds upon his ritually carven floor. The compulsion which had haunted the farthest reaches of his memory had vanished like mist with his master’s death.

Mind! It cannot be implied that there is a particular similarity between a vampire lord, who is un-dead, and a dead vampire, despite the mimicking shape of those descriptors. Neither bears real facility of life, true, with a beating heart and a cheek which might yet blush, but the one may wield an un-life never again to be possessed by the other, who will do little more than lie still and rot away into new earth. Cazador was a corpse, mouldering beneath the ground. In all ways he had been flung across that lofty river into the mundanity of real and final death. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing that follows will seem wondrous.

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Links: FF.net, AO3

[rawliverandgoronspice]

Impa!! She's an extremely interesting character who's full to the brim with potential, and I don't see her identity, either as a single incarnation or the fact that she's tied to the reincarnation cycle, explored super often.

So I wrote a fic about her and Ganondorf called Litany of Betrayal. It's set during the infamous OoT moment where everyone has to live under the same roof while Link collects the Spiritual Stones, and it explores their uncomfortable relationship as the only two non-hylians on opposite sides of the coming war, and their struggle as they desperately try to avoid recognizing parts of themselves in each other.

Also Zelda is here, and so is the King of Hyrule and his new wife, and everyone is having such a greattt tiiiime 😬😬😬

[jessthewerewolf]

Happy Bridgerton season 3 part 1 premiere!

Part 2 - 28 days

[atiny-for-life]

Ateez's Full Storyline Explained - Part 6

Masterlist

Deja-Vu (Z-World)

This is Ateez breaking into the Android Guardian's bunker to steal back the Cromer which is fully covered in the Fever Part 3 Diary Entries

We see Yeosang with a blue butterfly which we'll later see again in Answer and finally learn more about in the Will - The World Ep. Fin Diary Entries

We see a drone flying through the sewer system, likely a reference to the one that showed up at the hideout after Ateez returned to the A-World without Yeosang

We then see a scan of Yeosang, Hongjoong and Yunho which leads to a system error - on one hand, this could just be an editing choice to make it look cool or it's the system detecting that Ateez aren't registered since they're from another reality

After Jongho "explodes", we see a flash of the Cromer and the butterfly hologram which we'll also discuss further when we reach the Answer MV

These pass by quickly before we get a quick shot of Ateez's Hongjoong facing his alternate self inside a glass case much like the one Yeosang will be trapped in in Say My Name

This is a reference to Ateez's encounter with the Black Pirates in the Android Guardians' bunker

They manage to get the Cromer and make it outside (in the Diary Entries, this scene takes place in the lobby of the museum) where Yeosang should've been exchanged for the Cromer after the Android Guardians captured him

Instead, Yeosang snatches the Cromer out of the air before the Guardian could get it, turns it once and smashes it to pieces

We see two hands at the end, reaching for each other - Hongjoong's on the right and Yeosang's on the left before a bright light engulfs them

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🐱🏔️ Happy San Day 🏔️🐱