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[bearseokie]

apparition

— Everytime you take a photo, Dongju’s apparition is in it. Finally gaining the chance for direct contact, you find that the man is just as curious as you about his life and the universe.

DETAILS — [ PG | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — ghost! dongju x human! gender-neutral! reader GENRES — supernatural! au, fluff, light angst WARNINGS — death, ghost/spirit, a little pain mixed with a little love for a stranger.

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The light of the flash made spots layer your sight. Blinking your eyes rapidly in the hopes they would vanish, you moved your gaze down to your phone to experience the same fear as the night before. A man’s silhouette was just off the side of your bed, his shoulders wide and stance idle. Your form tucked in between your sheets out of fear, staring at the screen as you curled into a ball.

For weeks you had heard noises, a man’s voice faint within the home when you were busy, objects moving around to places you didn’t leave them, you pets scurrying out of the way of someone not there. It had chills across your skin repeatedly, the first sign of evidence being the picture you took the night before.

The same man was within the photograph, features sculpted but sight soft. He looked through you each time you stared at the screen. Your body rushed into a curved ball at the light tap of his fingers at your feet. You winced, trying to hide yourself beneath the covers, but his touch resurfaced as his cold hand gilded beneath the warm blankets.

Throwing the fabric off, your eyes scanned over your dark room. Town-home said to be old, you never would have guessed it was truly haunted until you saw the man’s apparition standing at the foot of your bed.

Your eyes blew wide from fear, hand dropping your phone to cover your mouth. In a muffled scream against your palms, his lanky form trudged around to the side of your bed, his cold hand placed on your shoulder. You felt like you were going to faint watching the man’s translucent limb fall through your body, his quick retreat back seeming to startle himself as he slightly jumped.

A pout formed on his lips, his eyes rising from his now clenched hands to meet your gaze. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Bass-toned voice as gentle as his eyes, your form slowly lifted from the top of your mattress to sit on your knees, feet beneath your bottom to leap at him if he attempted anything. 

“Well, you did.” His bottom lip poked out in a deeper pout, his hair bouncing on his head as he slowly sat down on the soft mattress. Instead of falling through the furniture, you watched him sit comfortably, twisting his body to stare at your confused state. “Who are you?”

The brightest smile pulled his mouth apart, teeth pearled in the white light of the moon breaching through your curtains. Full on a glorious night, his eyes caught sight of the uncovered, half-round window above the covered window. Pupils dilating from matching the ivory colored beams, his lips barely formed his own name as he grew entranced by the view before him. “Dongju.”

A sparkle was created in his eyes from the light of the moon, your neck turning to stare out the window with him. Unlike what you had been encountering, Dongju’s delicacy was distraction, your hand slowly moving over his head as his eyes kept their gaze on the sky. His hair felt like soft cotton, your fingers pulling at the strands lightly. The man blinked slowly, his attention soon turning to you lacing your digits against his head.

He didn’t look angry, his eyes falling shut under the bright spotlight of the moon as you continued to caress his skull. Unable to feel his touch, his hand glided through your thigh, the cold air making you wince as he reeled back.

“Guess it only works one way.” he smiled kindly. Eyes enchanted by your face and skin erupting with chills from your touch, the man fell onto the mattress with a huff.

He was nothing more than like you, a soul that had gone far too fast. His age was a curiosity, but it seemed evident that it wasn’t a larger number than your own. Body now facing the wall where the moon’s rays splattered the adjacent wall with shadows, he grinned.

“Why do you think the moon shines so brightly only a few times a year?” he asked, the question sounding almost rhetorical. His hand swiveled in the air, eyes set on the shadows matching his skin before displaying on the wall behind the limb. “There are only so many moons in our lifetime, but what makes the full moon so special?”

“It seems magical.” you responded softly, his peripheral catching your form twisting to lay beside him. So intimate towards a stranger, something about Dongju convinced you that he was found — not lost. “Werewolves need it, humans need it, nature uses it to its advantage — it’s a source of life.”

“So why am I stuck within it?”

Dongju had long perceived a point you never noticed was made. His apparition was strongest beneath the wide rays of the satellite in the sky, his skin glowing white and blue as he played with the light in his grasp.

“Maybe it enjoys having you here, Dongju.” you whispered.

For the first time in minutes, the man’s form turned over to glare at you. Your head stayed aligned with the ceiling, attempting to not break eye contact with the popcorn spots along the cover while well aware that you were too enticed by the spirit.

“I like it, too.” he replied now only to you. His attention was set on your rising chest, watching it fall and rise in tandem with the breaths leaving your nostrils. Slowly rising from his laying down position, his fingers pushed together and cupped, leaning his hand against your cheek.

Only within the light of the moon did his form finally touch yours, the cold feeling of the skin on your hot cheek enough to have him giggling, falling back down beside you with the sparkles still bright in his irises.

“I really like the moon when it’s full.” he smiled. You felt his eyes match your face once more, blinking slowly as his head rose and pushed against your own. Foreheads together, he could feel your heart beating fast, a blush rising on his cheeks. “Will it stay, for us?”

[bearseokie]

bark

— You come across a wolf stuck beneath a tree and try to help free him and leave, but he seems to become attached.

DETAILS — [ PG | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — animagus! wizard! seoho x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — supernatural! au, fluff WARNINGS — temporary angst, mentions of injury, blood/cuts, magical powers, shapeshifting seoho

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You could hear the tree smash from inside your home. The lonely grove not necessarily filled with such loud sounds caused you to break for your back door in search of the source. One rough pull at the wood gate allowed the eerie silence to pool in, your brows knitted from the commotion being at a sudden halt.

Even pretending that it didn’t happen couldn’t keep you locked inside. The flashlight in your hand already flickering the moment you stepped out of the doorframe, your palm smacking against it didn’t suffice. You tossed it back inside, eyes meeting with the large forest ahead of you.

Azure sky above to guide you, the hollow trees rushed quick wind at your form as you walked, eyes squinted from the harsh blows. Sounds carried through the thick breeze, the sound of birds singing high above, a creek running down below, and the faint whimpers of an animal.

Turning back to look at your house far off from where the sound emitted, you rocked on your heels. There wasn’t anything in the world that could leave you to abandon a hurt animal, not even one staring you down from the ground baring its teeth at your silhouette.

Blood spattered around its torso, a tree had landed clean on the skinny wolf. Tilted up against a second tree with just enough room to wedge the poor beast between it and the rocks within the ground, it didn’t take a college degree for you to know how hurt the animal is. Hair long and nearly matted, your eyes scanned over the large trunk crushing the being, your feet carrying you towards it slowly.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Your words didn’t affect the territorial dog, his jaws snapping and saliva drooling past his chops even though his head was pushed into the dirt. “I’m here to help.”

Your hand felt the sharp bark of the tree, the trunk heavy to move but not impossible. The growls of the dog gargled in front of you, a look of terror and worry in its eyes filling you with guilt. Palms flattening against the rough texture of the sapling, you felt the skin of your fingers breaking as you heaved all of your strength at the timber.

Eyes glancing down for a solid second, you caught sight of a tear escaping the wolf’s eye, remorse written on your face as you reeled back one last, hard blow. You heard the fallen tree escape the standing one, the large oak teetering until it drove to the ground. Acting fast, your hands laced into the locks of the wolf, tugging it forward without a single thought of danger to remove it from the area of the falling tree.

Not even a breath escaped the dog, your pull at the creature placing its head in your lap as your chest rose and descended rapidly. Your head tilted down, meeting the gaze of the dog - whose eyes were filled with bright irises as it decisively inhaled and exhaled, growing comfortable. It gingerly stood on its front feet, lifting itself with the help of its back legs. A light shake of the wolf, and you couldn’t even tell it had been injured, the blood formerly seeping into its fur and the hurt limbs healed in your view.

You had stood, brushing off your clothes before nodding at the animal. One step down, and a crack of a stick caught your ears. Another step away, and the light patter of paws against the dirt made you turn.

The wolf was following you, your confused look dismissed as you continued your way back home. It wasn’t until your shoes met the grass of your yard that you wanted answers, the same footsteps trailing you the entire way ending the moment you stepped through your fence’s gate.

Only dark shadows loomed what was once behind you, your mouth falling agape as you peered over the large trees and no animals. Everything in your mind told you to turn around, to go inside, but the second your eyes caught sight of a human arm, you were idle. A man emerged from behind one of the large oaks, his fluffy long hair and dark eyes making you swallow a loud gulp. Naked, he shivered, your hand rising to hold out your index finger for a moment to think.

“Seo-Seoho,” He shivered, your eyes blinking as you rushed and returned with a large blanket to wrap around his chilled form. His name brought an unintended smile to your face, his long canines slowly sinking back into his mouth rising with his jaws to form his own smile.

“Different.” You whispered lightly, his laugh ringing with a hum at the adjective you used to describe him.

He was gentle, following along as you welcomed him into your warm home while gifting food and water. Your fingers moved to lace through the handle of the jug, the object lifting into the air as water poured into the glass below without a single touch against it. Eyes shifting to Seoho carefully, his gaze was dead set on the item, eye contact necessary as he poured the liquid. “I got it.” he grinned cheerfully.

You didn’t lift another finger, Seoho’s powers over your head as he offered to help with everything. You sat across from one another, his body refreshed from a nice, hot shower as his hair was still dripping water onto his shoulders. He was amazed by you, watching your every movement like a hawk with a grin on his lips.

“What?” You asked him, minutes passed of his eyes searing into your form.

“You live alone out here?” He questioned, your light nod making him mimic the motion. Another light hum came from his chest, your head tilting and brows cocking as you looked him over. He was eccentric, far past anything you had witnessed as he giggled like a kid at the local fair. His eyes found every spot of your home comforting, the same breath that had escaped him when his head was in your lap regenerating in his throat. “Need a roommate?”

[bearseokie]

enchanted

— Blowing on a dandelion from an enchanted field, you resurrect a man you believed to be a myth.

DETAILS — [ PG | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — spirit! prince! ravn x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — fantasy! au, fluff, slight romance WARNINGS — magic, manipulation, storms

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Enchanted above, below, left, and right — your eyes wandered the field you had been warned of for your entire life. A restful place to some, a trickster to others, but your request was simple. A story you had been told about as a child, every part of the field within the trees held bits of magic. Even a simple blow of a flower could bring a soul out, ones named off to you one by one — but you wanted to see it for yourself.

Oxygen filling your lungs, your lips perked to push out the breath in a forceful motion. The dandelion’s stem between your fingers was wet from the light pour that morning. Gentle blow of your breath, the white-fluffed particles released from the bud and into the air.

Observing the remnants of the plant, the wind swept through the air and across the space where you sat. Surrounded by the flowers, the toll of your blow forged inside a stronger blow of the wind, the surrounding dandelions around you losing their white particles in tandem. The everlasting petals rotated in the air, spinning with the wind and encircling you.

Sun bright above, sparkles like glitter fluttered throughout the particles, forming a shape. Broad shoulders, a head and abdomen — a man was surging through the contemporary flowers. A face once featureless was created right before your eyes, the man’s skin bright as he blinked. Hand swiveling into the air, the last of the petals merged with him, every tissue contriving his existence. Ravn, Prince of Vitae — the man said to be most silvery even under a pitch black night.

You sat on the damp grass, a perplexed expression across your face. His lips sealed into a thin line before forming a toothless smile, his hand stretching out. The gesture small, the warmth of his skin was levitating, helping you from the ground as you stood before him.

“I’m never blowing on a dandelion again.” You spoke, stunned as all he could do was laugh.

Eyes wide, his gaze met the blue, cloudless sky. Brown irises intense in the sunlight, you were astonished by the man that had come from thin air — quite literally.

“W-What? How?”

His eyes peeled back down at you from the sky, the space above turning a somber orange as the sun lowered to set. Your eyes were wide, gaze running along the man from head to toe. Like a fairytale only told to children, his bleak face turned soft as his hand rose into the air once more.

Palm flat, his lips formed the lightest words you had ever heard. “Touch me.”

Your hand paced up to his, skin matching on skin for a second time. He felt real, blinking up at him like you were in a hallucination. His fingers broke the touch, lacing between your own in a tight, but painless grasp.

Columns of trees in all directions, the wind blew another harsh breeze. Your brows knitted, watching the dark hair on the Ravn's head move. No part of him unattached like when he was formed, your stumped face bringing another chuckle to rise from his chest. His smile grew wider, tall form bending down to make direct eye contact. Pupils aligned with yours, the top row of his teeth surged over his bottom lip, turning the skin of his mouth red. “Hello.”

��H-Hello.” Completely flustered by his presence, his hand started clapping against your own. Force little and his skin warm, your cheeks filled with heat as he stared deep into your eyes. “This was just a test.”

“I see.” he nodded, lifting his opposite hand to cup your cheeks. He smiled at the impact he gained from you, his own cheeks mirroring yours as he released you and backed away.

Eyes hellbent on your form, he twisted, flat palm swaying above the flowers at your ankles. Your eyes trailed the dandelions, watching as each and every one of them replenished from the white particles taken — the plants now capped by yellow petals. Your eyes went wide again, diverting your attention up at the sky as the color turned from orange to a deep blue, nearing purple for nightfall.

Your foot lightly kicked as you stepped out of the bed of flowers. The itch of your bare ankles from the petals made you stiffen, Ravn’s hand reaching to hold you up under your arm when you began to stumble.

“Thank you.” you replied quietly, his nod affirming your fall.

The sun's thick rays from behind the dark clouds had your eyes squinting, Ravn nothing more than a silhouette. His form stepped twice to the right, his body directly in line to block the illuminating light. A smile was quick to rise on your face, his gratefulness and consideration already growing on you.

“So, nothing in particular you were searching for?” His head turned, shadowed face giving you the moment to take him in. Era-ed clothing paired with his gleaming face, he looked more than eccentric — like the tale you were told, personified. He was depicted as knotty but sensitive, the man before you the exact illustration as he laughed down at you. He couldn’t hear your thoughts, but he knew what was on your mind. “No-” he chuckled. “I won’t be leaving in the same way I came.”

You blinked rapidly, trying to hold in the laughter that bubbled from your stomach. His cackle matched yours, shoulders lifting and dropping with every breath-holding laugh. He was gentler than gentle, persona so equipped to help others, but he stood in front of you like a friend.

“Must you go?” you asked, his right eye squinting. A wink playing on his face, his bottom lip sunk back in between his teeth, a bright flash of lightning from a far away could startling you.

Rain dripped from the sky at a quick pace, his hand rising up as the covers of nearby trees over grew into a roof. The sudden beads of water from the sky drew the air colder, his smile wide and deceit true.

“Seems like a storm.” A clap of thunder sounded above, your form leaping against him out of fear. “I guess we’re both stuck here for a little longer.”

[bearseokie]

cozen (M)

— A demon notorious for taking organs stumbles upon you when he finds his new shell.

DETAILS — [ PG-13 | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — demon! & doll! hwanwoong x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — supernatural! au, horror WARNINGS — curses, doll/mannequin, details of skin, partial possession, vague mention of death A/N — this drabble is loosely inspired by Buffy the Vampire Slayer s.1 ep.9!

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Cumbersome, the wooden piece rolled on the cart below its feet. Metal bar between your fingers and palm, its weight was less of a mannequin and more of a full-bodied figure. A huff passed your lips as you swayed into the large room, the wheels of the trolley squealing to a halt.

“This is your stop.” you said softly to no one in particular. The wooden doll on the cart was stiff at your voice, idle and inanimate.

The room was recently vacated, the show over and performances on to the next town. Left behind to clean up, the rolls of fabrics and fellow heavy displays were the main course of your evening’s to-do list. Accompanied by the oddly-real mannequin, the clothes the figure wore were from the best of the best. Your envied mind was no match to that creation, a deep sigh ruffling through the lace of the top from your exhaled breath. Maneuvering around the cart to begin taking away some of the extra objects brought along, your eyes stung from the blinding white lights overhead.

“The day I create something is the day I get a promotion.” you grinned at yourself.

Your back to the cart, a faint laugh rang through the open room. Brows knitting as your body twisted quickly at the noise not made by you, your sight caught the doll standing on the metal trolley. Back straight and face docile, your eyes wandered over the silk fit on his body. Eyes blinking rapidly, your head shook, believing that your mind was making up sounds to fill the empty space, but the light creak of the metal made the hair on your body rise.

Your legs carried you forward without much intention of finding the reason for the noise, witnessing a peculiar rise and fall of the doll’s chest. Eyes locked on the ones considered vacant, the irises lightly became brighter, pupils dilating directly in your view. Scurrying backwards, the wood the doll was created with began to take another form; skin. Life erupted within the object, every tissue created and linked with another until a full man stood before you. You watched his dark brown irises turn a solid black, the whites of his eyes enclosed with the nefarious discoloration slowly advancing back to the brown. You felt a latch within your body open, unavailed from the scene you witnessed.

The same laugh as before chimed again, this time the physical being held accountable as his brows rose in your direction. His legs stretched, shoes hitting the tiled floor loudly as he stepped off the trolley. Arms wide, you heard no sound from his body; mysteriously quiet compared to if you were to stretch your own bones - they would crack and pop, but his did not. His smile wide and wicked, his chest rose to its brim as he took in a deep breath. His arm went to swing out, sight of his skin still taking over the wood catching him off guard. Brows furrowed such as yours were, his wide eyes ran from his limb to your scared face.

“Every benefit has a disadvantage.” he cackled. “And who might you be?”

His features had taken over the soft ones of the mannequin, eyes hollow and skin perfected. Your tongue was caught by your teeth before you could speak, sight stuck on the being as his eyes flickered with dull patience. Swaying his arms, they crossed over his chest.

“And where am I, exactly?”

“T-The dressing room.” you stuttered.

“Ahh, easy trick the universe played on me.” Feet rocking side to side, his arms released one another, hands connecting behind his back as he moved forward. “I requested a body. Didn’t mention what kind. My mistake, I've now taken over part of your show.”

“I-” your lips parted to speak a sentence, but you didn’t know where to begin. “You-”

“I?” he asked, entertained by your horrid expression. “I am what?”

“Not human.”

“Are we playing a game of ‘state the obvious’-” he asked, eyes moving side to side in search of another life form. “-because I can go on for a lifetime compared to you.” he chuckled, lips parting with perfect, pearly teeth glistening between the pink skin. His hands stretched out, right hand turning upwards for his palm to extend in your direction, a greeting. “I don’t believe I’ve been acquainted with a human before.”

Your hand hesitated but made its way into his own. His thumb pressed between the veins of the back of your hand, a harsh tug at your limb to pull you against his chest. Face to face with him, your every thought was filled with the wish that you had run the moment the situation began.

“Your skin is very warm compared to mine.” he began, the padding of his thumb running along your skin like he was testing out the fabric of clothing. “The last time I felt anything remotely like this was when I collected my brain.”

Your eyes turned into pure shock, terror spread across your face as his grin rose. Cheeks carved with the witty smile, the man’s voice soothed over his sly comment of his creation, your pull at his hold doing no good.

“Let me properly introduce myself.” he rang, sight shifting from your eyes to your lips. “Hwanwoong, casual catastrophe, better known as one of the Brotherhood of Seven.”

“D-Demon?”

“Someone does their research.” he smiled, releasing you from his hold and letting you fall back from his form.

“Okay.” you nodded. “Demon, Hwanwoong.”

The sound of his name rolling off your tongue brought a flash of pine across his face, eyes gleaming the white specks as he stepped forward. His head slightly tilted to the side. He was watching you, studying you.

“What is it?” you asked, keeping your body at a stand-still as he ventured around you in a pacing circle.

“You’re not screaming, not running, you’re even talking to me.” ranting, a smoldering form overtook his lips. “What might I have stumbled upon? A waking servant, or a diligent sacrifice?”

“I guess it depends-” you spoke softly. The same, familiar chuckle rose for the last time in your ears. “-on what organ you’re missing.”

“My heart.”

[bearseokie]

hologram

— Assigned to analyze a recently created hologram, you receive more than you bargained for when Keonhee charms you.

DETAILS — [ PG | drabble | 1.4k ] PAIRING — hologram! keonhee x human! gender-neutral! reader GENRES — sci-fi! au, fluff, angst WARNINGS — a little bit of sadness

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The solid white walls were glossy, created to mirror you in the narrow hallway. It was a mind game, as were most of the things within the company building. The small tablet your life revolved around was hugged to your chest, shoes squeaking on the repetitive surface until you were met with a black door.

Your hands shook violently, raising the tablet towards the small screen - a lock if you will - until the gentle click of the door sounded. The black barrier slid on its invisible railings, allowing you to enter the small room before shutting closed again. The lock rang once more, two chiming beeps initiating that you were now within your assignment.

The screen of your tablet lit up, a solid blue color overlapping the previously dark screen as the program loaded in. Small squares rushed into the middle, bouncing until they diminished and a single sentence appeared.

“Beginning sequence, please do not turn off the device.”

Your pupils dilated when the room went pitch dark, eyes fixed on the sudden green lasers appearing from the sensors along the walls. Each beam meshed with another before turning translucent, a visual effect being created before your very eyes until a man stood idle in front of you.

“Hello.”

Tall and seemingly nimble, he wore a cheeky smile. Hair fixed, face flawless, eyes filled with life, he was truly an unbelievable creation. Formed with the finest technology, he looked real, astonishingly real. Had you not been tasked with this occupation, your senses would have told you that you stood forth a human being, not a database elongated with every induction known to human existence.

“I’m Keonhee.” his hand rose outward, the limb laced with marks and divots just as yours.

Hesitating, your careful hand opposite of his in the air met the sparks of the being, a fitting texture to his technological presence. He was - after all - only a hologram.

Your hand delved straight through his form, his smile fading into pursed lips the moment both of you realized that physical contact was nearly impossible. A cough escaped your throat, cleansing the awkward tension immediately brought in due to his uncomfortable state. His eyes drew back up to your face, blinking in tandem with yours to mirror the constant actions of such a human.

“This is really a simple situation.” you began, his light nod assuring that he was well attended to your words. “All we must do is act out a few simple interactions, test your wavelengths and emotions, and give me the time to record these things as we do them. Sound okay?”

The twinkle in his eyes brightened, his smile returning at your soft tone. Part of you felt for him, a drafted invention leering on the edge of deletion if anything within the test fails. A shy expression on his face, his hands clamped at his abdomen awaiting his first task.

He watched attentively as your form set your tablet down onto the small table off to the side of the open room. Being different from him, every reaction and expression of yours was linked in his development, collected and stored for later use - part of his program. His eyes felt like actual eyes on your body as he stared, two camera lenses that could blink or cry, maybe even turn bloodshot - nothing about him seemed like he was recently designed, much less typed up.

The eerily white walls, ceiling, and flooring was nothing less of disturbing, his casual form in the middle of the room the only piece that felt comforting. His tense arms in your view as you turned back to him read an off-putting interpretation, one far from what you believed he was capable of.

“Relax.” you smiled at him. His fingers released and allowed his arms to swing at his sides, rocking on his heels. “It’s easy, remember?”

“Of course, I remember.”

He radiated an energy unlike any other, pulling a laugh from you as you nearly rolled your eyes at his covert joke - conscious of his existence was the first thing you noted in the tablet. It felt as though you were conversing with a friend, not a project.

“Okay.” you laughed. “Move around a little. Stretch, walk around, maybe even do a few jumping jacks.”

His face turned awkward again, lips smoothing together to form the mix of a pout and shrilled look. Humanitarian responses to requests - another thing noted. His arms rose into the air, moving without a single twinge in the program or shape he took. For a hologram, he moved clearly and strategically. Not a single chop of the frame that shaped him glitched or fidgeted, his structure ostensibly impeccable. His fingers separated, stretching up and out, returning to an idle stance to repeat the actions. Hopping in his shoes to do jumping jacks, no noise echoed from the white floor like yours did, silence in the room as he bounced. With a cheesy grin on his face, he watched you alluringly. Your stomach crunched with laughter as your fingers pressed the keys of the tablet to record that he was moving smoothly, his form halting and stepping forward when your eyes reattached to him.

His face was soft, hands reconnecting at his back as he took another step. He was closing in on you, seconds from being directly in front of you. You felt a shift in the energy around you when he finally made it before you, his tall frame astonishing compared to the length he once stood. His face was like porcelain, eyes bright and teeth shining with glee.

“Wavelengths.” He amused you well. “This is going to be worse than the jumping jacks, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t hold in the frown overtaking your lips, lightly nodding. The tablet was declined in your hold, stationed on the edge of the table with the program still fully running on it. His eyes stifled over the screen, reading each note you wrote down about him, along with the readings of his energy being monitored like a person’s heart would.

He appeared to take in a sharp breath, chest puffing and easing. Your hand rose into the air, fingers floating upwards for your palm to be flat near his form. The static electricity surrounding him caused the hair on your body to float, the feeling of high energy all around you only increasing when your hand met the space where his chest began. The lines of the energy readings spiked, his eyes roaming from your nervous form to the screen.

“Don’t-” you spoke softly, catching his attention in a single word. “-look at it. Keep your eyes on me. It’ll all be okay, Keonhee.”

The corners of his lips rose again, pearled teeth between the silk skin showing before his mouth went flat. Your hand brushed past where he stood, sinking into the hologram as if he were a black hole. The tablet beeped for a moment, indicating there was a change in his energy levels, but when your eyes met his face, it was his emotions wracking the systems examination.

A tear dropped from one of his eyes, rushing over his bottom eyelid before slowly cascading down his cheek - another response you needed to log, but hated witnessing firsthand.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” you tried to ease him.

His eyes blinked rapidly trying to remove the remaining tears rinsing from his ducts. Your hand pulled back, the static lessening when he stepped away to allow you time to record what you witnessed. The lasers followed his every movement, your eyes tracing his form pacing around as you finished putting in the last of your analysis.

Taking in a deep breath, your tablet was pressed into your chest again, his head turning to meet your saddened form. You had received all that you needed.

“I guess now is your time to go?” he already had an answer. He only wanted conformation.

“Yes.” you frowned.

His energy gained on you again until he nearly towered over you, peering down through his glossy eyes, similar to the white walls of the building, he smiled at you. The lasers appeared green again, his existence morphing into nothing but data once more. You blinked back tears of your own, watching the screen of your tablet turn blue. The loading squares bounced in tandem again, loading a new sentence.

“Sequence complete. Data stored. Program accepted.”