Hello everyone. I am back with a new one-shot. I have been writing this one-shot forever! It is super long and lots of things happened that made the writing process a lot longer than I expected. I started it while I was on winter break and now I'm back in school. I expected to finish it beforehand, but then I got sick. But, it's finally here, so it's all good. Anyway...today I don't have a new ship, but instead I have a favorite of mine...Jicheol! It is a very lengthy fic and I considered making it like either a series or multiple one-shots, but I decided to just make it a super long fic. I also came up with this idea over a year ago, so I don't really remember where it came from, but I still love the idea when I came across it in my notes. This time my notes were also a lot more detailed so hopefully this fic will make more sense. With that said, let's get straight into the story!

"Hey, Choi!" A man in a white button down and a dark blue tie calls out. Seungcheol's gaze remains locked on his computer screen, ignoring his coworker, who he doesn't even know the name of. "Choi? Did you hear me?" The man questions, leaning over Seungcheol's cubicle and waving a hand in front of his face. Seungcheol huffs and flashes his coworker an annoyed side eye. The man perks up instantly though, a shit eating grin appearing on his face. "Somin has a question for you..." His coworker states.

"Who?" Seungcheol mutters as he taps on his keyboard monotonously.

"The new PR girl," His coworker states, "She came from the SVT Performing Arts Center." Seungcheol's shoulders stiffen and his lips press into a firm line. He keeps his eyes locked on his computer screen and hits at the keys with a bit more gusto. "Come on..." His coworker says, looking behind him to a girl dressed in a sweater vest with her hair tied together in a messy bun. The girl, Somin, awkwardly shuffles up to Seungcheol's desk. She fiddles with her fingers nervously before quietly asking, "Are you...um...are you S.Coups?" Seungcheol pauses his typing for a second without even really meaning to. His eyes flick to look up at Somin before quickly darting back to his screen. He starts typing again. "What the frick is an S.Coups?" His coworker asks in a joking tone.

"It's a stage name," Somin responds, "For a danger act performer at the center...he used to work with all kinds of weapons. You know...throwing knives, arrow tricks, flaming swords and whips..."

"You think Choi used to be a danger act," The coworker snorts, "This man here is the most boring human I know."

Somin shakes her head, "I'm sure it's him. I would always see him. He had weekly shows. He would always sell out. He was so popular...and then...well..." Seungcheol frowns as images of that night flash through his head. The glint of his blade. The hum of the air conditioning. The bated breath of the audience. The sound of the knife as it hit. The scream. Red. Red. So much red. "Well what?" The coworker questions, snapping Seungcheol from his thoughts.

"I don't really think it's my place to say," Somin murmurs.

"I still don't believe Choi is this S.Coups dude..." The coworker scoffs.

Somin frowns, "Just search it up then."

"I will," The coworker says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Seungcheol lets out a breath and discreetly glances to the side. A part of him wants to grab the phone and destroy it and another just prays that he doesn't find what he's looking for. As soon as he hears cheers though, he knows it's too late. "Woah...Choi...it really is you!" His coworker says, nudging him. Seungcheol's nose scrunches in distaste and he adjusts his seat, shifting ever so slightly away. He tries his best to ignore the sounds of his own voice coming from his coworker's phone. "Man...you're playing with fire...literally!" His coworker exclaims, "Who would've thought that you were a performer!" Seungcheol can't do anything as his coworker calmly taps away at his screen. "Your assistant is a looker...considering he's a dude...wonder what his name is..." His coworker comments as he changes the video. Seungcheol's frown deepens and he feels his insides churn. He does his best to force air in and out of his lungs as the sweet chimes of his friend's voice reaches his ears. "Angel Han," The coworker chuckles, "Cheesy as hell, but at least it's accurate. Man does look like an Angel..." Seungcheol stops typing and turns to grab his water bottle. He slowly sips at it, eyeing Somin, who has a sheepish expression on her face. The newbie avoids Seungcheol's gaze. "Your name on the other hand makes zero sense, Choi," His coworker says as he stops the video. Seungcheol hopes then that he will pocket his phone and walk off, but instead he continues to browse the internet. He can see it all now. The first pictures that pop up. The description of who he is and what he does. And the articles. So many articles. "Wow...you were popular...why did you quit?" The coworker muses as he scrolls before falling completely quiet and muttering, "Oh...oh shit..." Seungcheol starts to type once more, hitting the keys loudly, a noise that echoes in the already loud office space. He tries his best to keep his face neutral as he feels like everyone is staring at him even though only one truly is. "Dude...you killed Angel Han," His coworker states.

"He didn't," Somin blurts out in a defensive tone, "It was an accident."

"He threw a knife at him," The coworker deadpans, "How is that an accident?"

"It's a danger act...there's always the risk of someone getting really hurt..." Somin explains.

"But, still!" His coworker exclaims. The two continue to go back and forth. Bickering. Arguing. Annoying Seungcheol. His coworker is being a dense moron. And Somin, although trying to defend him, should really just stay out of it. It's her fault that the freaking asshole even knows about his past in the first place. Seungcheol can feel his temper starting to get the better of him as the two keep going at it. He tries his best to breathe, but between this unwanted trip to his past and the nosiness of his coworkers, he begins to slip.

Bang! Somin and the coworker jump in surprise as Seungcheol slams his fists against his desk. He sits up in a flourish and turns to look at the two. They look back at him with fearful expressions on their faces. He opens his mouth to yell at them, but thinks better of it. They're not worth risking his job. He isn't untouchable. He knows that now. "I'm clocking out early to visit my father," Seungcheol states in a strained tone, "Excuse me." With that said, he steps around the two and makes his way towards the elevator at a fast pace.

———————

Seungcheol and two other men chuckle loudly. Their faces are bright and cheery given the bland colors of the hospital room they are in. One is sitting up in the hospital bed. His gray hair neatly combed and a blue blanket tucked over his legs. The other is young and stands next to Seungcheol in a black sweatshirt. "By the way..." Seungcheol asks, "What do you want for your birthday?"

"Oh...I don't want anything," The older man shakes his head, "I'm perfectly satisfied with just having my boys visit me."

"Come on, appa!" Seungcheol exclaims.

"I mean it," His appa sighs, "After a while, celebrating birthdays aren't that big of a deal,"

"Well, Hansol and I want to make it a big deal," Seungcheol reasons, "You're always cooped up in here...we want to make some lasting memories with you..."

"I have amazing memories," His appa shakes his head, "I don't need more..."

"You can never have too many, appa," Hansol says in a sing-song tone.

"Hansol is right," Seungcheol nods, "How about this...let's see if we can get the hospital to let us bring you out for your birthday. We'll spend the day at the park or on the boardwalk or anything you like really..."

"Oh and we can end the day going to that restaurant you love!" Hansol pipes up.

"Hm...that does sound fun," Their appa muses in thought.

"See!" Seungcheol exclaims, "So...what do you say?"

"Oh...why not," His appa sighs, "Might as well live it up while I can..."

"Yes!" Hansol exclaims.

"We're going to have loads of fun, appa, you'll see," Seungcheol grins.

"I'm sure..." Their appa chuckles, "If I can...could I make a request?"

"Of course, appa. It's your birthday. We can do anything you want," Seungcheol replies.

"I want to see you perform again," Appa states.

"W-what?" Seungcheol stutters, his eyes widening.

"I want to see you on that stage one last time, Cheol-ah..." Appa says. Seungcheol purses his lips together and starts to slowly back away from the bed. His face is pale and he shakes his head repeatedly. Appa watches his son stare at him with cold eyes with a hurt expression on his face. "Are you...are you really asking me what I think you are?" Seungcheol whispers.

"Cheol..." Hansol says, placing a hand on his shoulder and stopping him. Seungcheol turns his head to look at his brother before glancing back at his father with a blank look. Seungcheol speaks in a robotic manner, "No Hansol...appa knows why I don't perform anymore. He wouldn't ask me to do something like that. He wouldn't even mention it."

Appa frowns, "Seungcheol, I just...I know it's ridiculous, but can't you just humor your old man?"

"No appa, I can't just push away years of grief and pain just to stand on that damn stage again," Seungcheol scoffs. He crosses his arms over his chest and turns away from his father. His brow is scrunched up and he fidgets uncomfortably. His appa stares at the back of his head with a crestfallen expression. The sick man glances to look at his other son, but Hansol's head is directed towards the ground. Appa sighs before looking back at Seungcheol and speaking in a shaky tone, "I...I'm sorry Cheolie," "I shouldn't have asked. I just...when you said anything...it's the first and only thing that popped in my mind." Seungcheol bites his lower lip, the guilt filled voice of his appa striking his heart. He lets his eyes fall shut before taking a deep breath. He slowly turns around and meets his appa's eyes. Seungcheol states, "You know that I would do anything for you, but this...I'm sorry, appa, but this is just too much to ask for." His appa looks back at him without saying a single word. His eyes fill with pity and sadness. An expression that further causes Seungcheol's heart to ache, for more than one reason. Seungcheol's hands slowly clench and unclench into fists. His eyes dart away from his appa, the pressure of the conversation and the room bothering him like an unscratchable itch. He shakes his head once more before turning around again and heading towards the door. "Seungcheol..." Hansol calls.

"I just need some air," Seungcheol says without looking behind him. He quickly exits the room, sending the door flying back and forth until it slides shut. Hansol and his appa stare at the door with pursed lips. "I'm going to go talk to him," Hansol says after a minute has passed. He makes his way outside, following the same path his brother had taken seconds before. As Hansol enters the hallway of the hospital, he immediately spots his brother. Seungcheol didn't go far. He has his head pressed against the white concrete wheel, his eyes squeezed shut and his breathing being forced in and out. "Ugh!" Seungcheol exclaims as he pushes himself from off the wall and stares at it with narrowed eyes.

"Hyung..." Hansol calls out. Seungcheol doesn't turn around. His face remains neutral as he speaks, "I'm not mad...I just...I didn't expect it."

"I didn't come out here to calm you down," Hansol states. Seungcheol turns around instantly. His eyes meet his brother's, who looks back at him with a serious expression. Seungcheol presses his lips together into a firm line and huffs. "Yah, Chwe Hansol," He says, "Didn't you hear anything I said?"

"I did," Hansol replies simply, "And I also heard what appa said."

"What are you talking about?" Seungcheol frowns.

"He said it's the only thing he wanted," Hansol says.

Seungcheol sighs, "Hansol..."

"He wouldn't say that unless he really, really wanted to see you on stage again!" Hansol exclaims.

"That's just ridiculous!" Seungcheol scoffs, "Okay?! I...why would he want to see me perform? We could do anything. Go anywhere. Heck, we can see someone else perform! Why would he ask for me?"

"Cause he has such fond memories of you performing, hyung!" Hansol explains.

"Yeah, well, I don't," Seungcheol states.

"Come on, hyung," Hansol says, "Don't be like that."

"Like what?" Seungcheol questions in an emotionless tone.

Hansol sighs and moves closer to his brother, "Listen, I get it. You lost your partner on that stage. Your boyfriend. Someone that you loved more than anything. But, it's been years and you've let your grief force you to walk away from the one thing you've always dreamed of doing."

"They say there is no time range to grief," Seungcheol mutters, "I still haven't gotten over it yet."

"And that's perfectly fine, hyung," Hansol says, "But, if you truly want to move on, you can't keep avoiding performing."

"I'm not avoiding it," Seungcheol huffs.

"Really?" Hansol asks, "Then, why did you tell appa no?" Seungcheol opens his mouth to respond, but closes it a second later. His lips curl into a frown. "You need to understand where appa is coming from," Hansol reasons, "You've been a shell of yourself recently. You visit him all the time, but it's not the same as the Seungcheol he raised. He wants to see the son he remembers again."

Seungcheol shakes his head, "I'm still the same as I've always been."

"That's not true and you know it," Hansol states, "You used to be brave and strong and always up for a challenge. And now you're hesitant and scared about every little thing..."

"You would be too if you messed up like I did," Seungcheol murmurs.

"It wasn't your fault, hyung. It was an accident," Hansol says in an empathetic tone, "No one wants you to blame yourself, including Jeonghan. What would he think if he saw you now?"

"I don't know..." Seungcheol says.

"He would kick your ass for being a sad sack," Hansol says matter of factly, "He would want you to continue performing. Or at least put on a show for your father! He wouldn't want you to be afraid for the rest of your life. He would want you to be confident. Cause that is the man he fell in love with!" Seungcheol shuts down at those words. His eyes begin to turn glossy and his hands quiver ever so slightly. He's never really thought about Jeonghan's reaction to his life now. Would he really be upset with him? Would he have wanted for him to keep performing? He would. Of course, he would. But, is that enough? Even knowing that, can he bring himself to be on stage again? Can he risk someone else's life again? Is it worth it? No. It isn't. It's better to be safe. It's better to not put anyone in danger. After all, it's just a silly performance. A cheap show. Seungcheol can't do it. Not again. Never again. "It's not happening! Okay!?" Seungcheol shouts, causing his brother to jump in surprise at his sudden outburst, "It doesn't matter what Hannie would have wanted cause I can't! I physically cannot do it, Hansol! Everytime that I even think of that stage I feel sick! If I try to stand on it, I think I would die right there and then!" Hansol lets out a breath and looks at his older brother with an understanding expression. He takes a couple of steps back and nods his head. "I don't want to push you, hyung, but please reconsider. For appa's sake...he's getting older and you know that he's sick. He doesn't have a lot of time left..." Hansol says, "Can't you just give him one more performance to hold on to..." Seungcheol frowns at those words, but doesn't say anything. Hansol nods his head before slowly making his way back to the hospital room. Seungcheol watches him with a blank expression as he reaches for the doorknob and turns it. He opens the door just a crack before turning around and looking right at Seungcheol. "Just...think about it, Cheol hyung. That's all I ask," Hansol says, "Think about it for appa."

———————

That night, Seungcheol couldn't sleep. The conversation from mere hours before still weighed heavily on him. He couldn't get it out of his head no matter how hard he tried. He didn't know why. He had his mind set on not performing again. He had made that more than clear to his family and to himself. And yet, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He's never felt this way before. He never had any desire to go back on stage. Not since he quit.

Even in the past, when people approached him about performing once more. He's ended more than enough friendships over such a request. And when he did, he never felt any regret. Any semblance of wanting to change his mind. This is a first. Seungcheol doesn't understand it. Maybe, it's because of how long it's been. No one has asked him about going back to danger acts in years. That must be it. It's cause it's been so long since someone asked. It's because it was his father that asked.

No. That didn't seem right. His brother has asked him before and he didn't feel this way. Hell, his father has asked before and it didn't feel as it does now. Seungcheol didn't feel this same desire to fulfill his father's wish. But, he feels it now. He feels it deep within himself. He feels the need to do it for his father. He feels the need to do it for himself? It makes no sense, but he feels it in his heart. He feels the ache to be on that stage. He feels that pull that used to drive him. He feels that same feeling that he thought had died on that day so long ago.

Seungcheol lets out a huff as he sits up in bed. His tousled hair falling slightly over his eyes. He presses his lips into a firm line. His eyes flit to stare at his reflection in the TV screen hanging on the wall in front of him. He doesn't move, remaining still like a statue. He stays like this for a good ten minutes before turning around and reaching for his phone. He clicks the button on the side and squints when the bright light assaults his eyes. He taps on the screen before collapsing back into bed. He places his phone next to his head where his hair frames his face in a wide circle. His eyes boring into the ceiling as the ringing tone echoes. As soon as the sound cuts off, Seungcheol speaks in an even tone, "I'll do it."

"Hyung...what are you...wait!" Hansol says drowsily before his voice begins to rise in shock, "Are you talking about performing again? You want to do it? Really?!"

"Yes, but I need a partner," Seungcheol replies calmly, "And they need to meet my standards...if we don't find anyone, then this isn't happening."

"Deal!" Hansol exclaims, "I'm going to make some calls! We'll start our search tomorrow!" Seungcheol doesn't respond, merely nodding his head even though his brother can't see it. He knows that his brother is excited though. He can hear the frantic movement of Hansol over the phone. And, in all honesty, a very small hidden part of himself is looking forward to it too. "This is going to be great, Cheol! Appa is going to love it," Hansol beams.

Seungcheol hums under his breath before quietly whispering, "I hope so..."

———————

"Not him," Seungcheol states.

Seungcheol huffs, "No!"

"That was just horrible," Seungcheol says bluntly.

"I can't work with him," Seungcheol frowns.

"It's not happening," Seungcheol shakes his head.

Seungcheol crosses his arms over his chest, "No."

"Next," Seungcheol groans.

"No," Seungcheol leans back in his chair..

Seungcheol rolls his eyes, "Absolutely not." Seungcheol and Hansol are seated within one of the many theaters within the performing arts center. Just as Hansol had said the night before, he worked quickly to get them a location to hold auditions and a show. There wasn't a doubt in Hansol's mind who he should reach out to first. The performing arts center were stunned to receive his message, but more than willing to supply them with one of their revered auditoriums. In their minds, they saw this as an eventual return for a profitable act. Seungcheol knew as such, but didn't think it was right to burst their bubble, especially when they were allowing him to perform on their stage again. Hansol also made sure to spread the news to bright-eyed danger acts about an upcoming audition. He advertised with flyers, online and anywhere he possibly could that you could stand on a stage for a special one night performance with S.Coups. Due to all his hard work, the turnout was high. Seungcheol's famous name is still holding weight in the industry. Regardless of the large number of hopeful performers, Seungcheol's picky behavior has made the audition process rather difficult. "No," Seungcheol whispers to his brother, their eyes locked on the girl standing on stage.

"She hasn't even done anything," Hansol murmurs.

"Look at the way her hands are shaking," Seungcheol says, "She's done more than enough."

"Hyung..." Hansol sighs.

"My standards, remember?" Seungcheol responds.

"Fine," Hansol scowls before placing a wide smile onto his face to look at the auditioner, "I'm really sorry, Ms. Kim Hari, but we don't think you'll be a good fit."

"Oh...o-okay," Hari stutters, "T-thank you for yo-your t-time." She curtly bows before scampering off stage quickly. Hansol watches her leave with an exhausted expression. He shakes his head as he looks down at the clipboard in front of him, writing an X next to Hari's name. Seungcheol leans back in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest. He lets out a breath before asking calmly, "Who's next?"

"That was the last one," Hansol states.

"You're kidding," Seungcheol says, sitting up in his chair and looking at his brother with raised eyebrows.

"I wish I was," Hansol tuts as he turns to face the clipboard towards Seungcheol, "You just rejected a list of forty something potential danger act assistants."

Seungcheol scans the list up and down before shrugging, "Hm...I guess this means that I won't be performing." He stands up from his seat and reaches for his jacket. He calmly begins to put it on before being stopped by Hansol who pulls on his sleeve. Seungcheol looks at him with wide questioning eyes. "Hyung, please tell me you didn't just reject everyone to get out of going back on stage," Hansol says.

"I didn't," Seungcheol states.

"Are you sure?" Hansol questions, "Cause if you did, that is just a sucky thing to do. You might as well have just said no."

"I said I didn't," Seungcheol huffs, "I had every intention of performing if we found someone of my caliber." Hansol's eyes narrow as he stares at his hyung. He scans his face, trying to see any semblance of a lie. After a moment of doing this, Hansol lets out a sigh. He pushes himself from his seat and tucks the clipboard underneath his arm. "Okay," Hansol says, "I guess we should pack up then..." Seungcheol nods his head and reaches for his brother's jacket. He passes it to him before making his way out of the row and to the walkway. The brothers don't speak to one another as they walk side by side. With their backs facing the stage, neither of them notice as a short man with sweat drenched hair rushes onto the stage. "I'm here for the try out!" He announces. Seungcheol and Hansol stop moving. Seungcheol looks over at his brother, who shrugs in confusion. Hansol starts to turn around to address the man, but Seungcheol stops him. Without even bothering to look back, he speaks in an even tone. "You're late," Seungcheol chides, "If you can't make it on time to a simple audition, how the hell am I supposed to trust you with my life?" His question is met with silence. It acts as enough of an answer as Seungcheol starts to walk away once more. Hansol trailing after him hesitantly, his head slightly tilting to the side every so often but stopping before he can fully turn around. Before they get very far though, the man speaks once more. "You told me that you would always trust me...no matter what," He says. Seungcheol freezes and his heart clenches in his chest. Hansol frowns at his hyung's reaction and calls out to him. His words fall to deaf ears as Seungcheol's eyes dart back and forth anxiously. He slowly raises his hand up, staring at it as it shakes ever so slightly. He's only ever said those words to a few people. And he's always said it the most to him. "Jeonghan..." Seungcheol breathes before slowly turning around.

———————

Seungcheol's eyes immediately lock on the hopeful danger act. It's a short man with muscular arms that are held neatly in a form fitting shirt. His cheeks are tinged slightly pink against the snow white of his skin. His chocolate colored eyes shine as the spotlights on the stage reflect against them. He's a handsome man. But, he is not Jeonghan.

Seungcheol's heart should drop in his chest. He should feel broken. And yet, he doesn't. Even though the man standing on the stage isn't his boyfriend, his hope doesn't fizzle, it builds into something else. It becomes fascination. It becomes intrigue. Seungcheol's feet start moving on their own. His eyes remain stuck on the man as he goes closer to the stage. His focus is locked, not noticing the confused looks Hansol is giving him. Once he stands a mere feet away from the man, he lets out a stunned breath, "Lee Jihoon?"

"Hi, hyung," Jihoon says as a smile blooms on his face, "It's been a while, hasn't it?" Seungcheol can feel his own lips curving upwards. It's been years since he's seen him. And he hasn't changed a bit. Well, his pink dyed hair is now its natural black and his arms are definitely a lot larger than they were then, but it's still Jihoon. No matter how much time would pass, he would always be Jihoon. The one person who understood him. The one person who he could always lean on. The one person that he experienced it all with. The one who had made him cry when he left for his hometown. And now the one who has made him genuinely smile for the first time in years. "Um...do you two know each other?" Hansol asks. Seungcheol jumps and whirls his head to the side. His brother stands at his side, having walked over while he was thinking to himself. Seungcheol sighs and shakes his head before answering, "We went to school together."

"Really?" Hansol questions.

"Yeah...we both had the same dream," Jihoon says. Seungcheol can't help but feel nostalgic at those words. While he dreamed of being a danger act, his classmates hoped to become CEOs or idols. They laughed at his ridiculous ambitions. His teachers had urged him to be more realistic. Seungcheol had been close to turning his back on his dreams if it hadn't been for Jihoon. When his family had first moved into town, he had proudly declared his goals for the future. And surprisingly, it aligned with Seungcheol's. It was a moment that Seungcheol ingrained in his head. A memory that even now he can see as he looks at Jihoon standing on that stage. Seungcheol can't help but marvel at it. Just look how far they have come. "What are you doing here, Jihoon?" Seungcheol asks.

"I saw a posting about S.Coups needing an assistant for a special performance," Jihoon answers, "I couldn't help myself but come to Seoul and shoot my shot. That's actually why I was a bit late. There was a delay with my bus."

Seungcheol nods, "Well, we would love to see what you can do."

"What happened to the whole he was late thing?" Hansol questions with raised eyebrows.

"Shhhh..." Seungcheol hisses, elbowing his brother. Hansol winces slightly and glares at Seungcheol. The man doesn't seem to notice though as he starts to sit back down. His eyes are not breaking from Jihoon even for a moment. "Go ahead," Seungcheol encourages. Jihoon flashes a tight-lipped smile before slowly walking over to the middle of the stage. He takes a deep breath and holds himself up confidently as he looks at the brothers. "I'm an acrobat and tightrope walker," Jihoon says, "I would set up to show you, but I know I was late, so I'll show you an adjusted version of my audition." He reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone. He taps at the screen a bit before placing it in front of him on the stage. He quickly scurries back into place and stands in a loose position.

As the music starts to play, the brothers watch as Jihoon moves with rapt attention. His movements are sharp but fluid. His limbs move along to the beat in intricate dance steps. The music starts to swell and so does Jihoon. He spins with ease before dipping his head backwards into a backbend. He holds it for just one second before pushing himself into a handstand. He spins once more with one hand crossing over another. The brothers watch in awe as Jihoon pushes himself up from the floor and lands simply onto his feet. As he does, he slowly drops into a split as the music builds. He holds his position for a couple of seconds before slowly standing back up to his feet. As soon as he does, he rushes towards the back of the stage and performs a simple cartwheel. He whirls around to face the seats. A smile blooms onto his face and his eyes spark with this unseen electricity. He comes rushing upstage as the music thumps loudly. Seungcheol watches with bated breath as his childhood friend nears the edge of the stage.

Once more the music explodes and so does Jihoon. The performer launches himself forward. He soars through the air before tucking himself into a quick front flip and landing on the set of chairs in front of them. Hansol gasps in surprise as Jihoon stands proudly, looking at his audience with a confident expression. It sends chills down Seungcheol's spine and he can feel this tugging in his chest. A feeling that he hasn't had for a long time. This innate, unexplainable desire to do what Jihoon is doing. To be on that stage again. It's there, it's inside Seungcheol, and it's overwhelming. As the song continues, Jihoon starts to saunter up and down the tops of the chair with perfect balance. He walks close to the end of the row before twisting his body so that his palms sit on the arm rests of the chair. His arms flex as he pushes himself upwards so that he is doing a handstand once more. He doesn't stop there though as he shifts his weight to one arm and calmly lifts the other one off the arm rest. He stretches it out to the side and holds his position.

Before Seungcheol and Hansol can say a word, Jihoon starts to move once more. He starts to travel back the way he came. He does this by alternating which hand is holding his body up. He swivels so that his other hand is placed on the arm rest and then removes the other hand. He keeps doing this, turning and twisting until he is in front of Seungcheol and Hansol once more. Now that he is closer, Seungcheol can see the physical toll the performance is taking. Jihoon's face is tinged red and his arms quiver. Sweat drips down his face and his hair sticks to the sides of his head. Even though he is pushing himself, Jihoon is giving it his all. Seungcheol can see that as clear as day. Jihoon lets out a breath as he starts to bend his arm. His nose scrunches ever so slightly as he pushes himself up and down in a one handed push up. The last notes of the song start to echo through the air. As they do, Jihoon bends his arms one last time before pushing himself into the air once more. He doesn't fly as he did before but this time gives himself just enough space to land back on his feet.

Hansol is out of his seat instantly, clapping and cheering loudly. Seungcheol chuckles under his breath before slowly standing as well. Jihoon smiles shyly and bows for the audience. His eyes dart around nervously, clearly not used to receiving such praise. Seungcheol can't help but feel his heart warm at the sight of it. "You're one of a kind, Lee Jihoon," Seungcheol murmurs as he also starts to clap his hands, "Amazing..."

"Wow," Hansol exclaims, "That was great!"

"Thank you," Jihoon breathes.

"You're just as stunning as you were when we were younger," Seungcheol smiles, "Maybe even more so..."

"That means a lot coming from you, S.Coups," Jihoon says as he wipes his face. At the mention of his stage name, Seungcheol can feel his body stiffen. His mind immediately goes back to that night. He can hear Jeonghan saying his name, mixing and blending with the way Jihoon had just said it. He can see the stage flashing before his eyes with their flashy props decorating it. He can see Jeonghan standing there with a wide smile only to be replaced by Jihoon's smaller stature and concerned expression. He forces himself to let out a shaky breath and regain his composure, not wanting to worry his old childhood friend. But it doesn't stop the images flooding his brain. Jeonghan's body. Jihoon's body. Blood. Blood. And more blood. "Can you give my brother and I a moment to discuss?" Seungcheol chokes out.

Jihoon nods his head, "Sure, I'll be backstage." He turns around and starts to go back to where he once had entered from. Seungcheol watches with a forlorn expression as his old friend slowly disappears from view. When Jihoon finally does slip behind the curtains, Seungcheol's gaze remains locked on the spot where he once stood. "I don't think this will work," Seungcheol states.

"What are you talking about?" Hansol questions with a frown, "You just said he was amazing..."

"Yeah, well, I changed my mind," Seungcheol says through gritted teeth.

"Are you crazy?" Hansol asks, "Why?" Seungcheol lets out a breath as he slowly lowers back into his seat. He leans into the chair as he slowly tears his gaze away from the stage and to his younger brother. Hansol looks down at him with an incredulous expression on his face. "I just don't think we'll work well together," Seungcheol forces himself to say.

Hansol blinks, "You're kidding me, right? You two already have natural chemistry! I can see it!"

"We don't. I mean there's a reason we lost touch..." Seungcheol states, "If we were close, we would still be talking."

"That's bullshit," Hansol exclaims, "What is this really about, Seungcheol hyung? Cause Lee Jihoon is the one and you know it. I've been watching you since we started auditions and I only saw you get that glint in your eye when he was auditioning. I haven't seen that glint since you were still performing with Jeonghan...oh..this is about Jeonghan...isn't it?" Seungcheol doesn't answer at first. He keeps his face as blank as possible, but Hansol can easily see past it. His brother lowers into his seat and turns to face him. He doesn't speak, letting Seungcheol take his time and say what he wants when he wants. Seungcheol sighs, "I just...what if it happens again?"

"It won't," Hansol says.

"You don't know that," Seungcheol shakes his head, his voice cracking ever so slightly, "I can't put someone else in danger, Hansol. Not again. Not Jihoon." He lets out a shaky breath and tilts his head up to look at the annex of the theater. His eyes are glassy. Hansol purses his lips together as he watches his hyung. "You really care about him, don't you?" He asks.

"He was my friend," Seungcheol murmurs, "The first person who understood my dreams. The first person who shared it....you know we would always say that one day we would share a stage together..."

"Then do it," Hansol states, "Make that dream come true. Share a stage with him." Seungcheol brings his head back down and turns to look at Hansol. His brow is furrowed and his eyes appear conflicted. Hansol sighs, knowing how hard this must be for his brother. It was one thing to actually agree to perform again after all these years. But to do so with someone who means something to Seungcheol. To perform with someone like Jeonghan again. It is a lot to ask. And yet, Hansol knows that Seungcheol wants this. He said yes for a reason. The way he acted when he saw Jihoon was just the icing on the cake. Seungcheol may be scared, but Hansol knows that when it comes down to it, he will regret it more if he doesn't do this. "I know you're worried, but it's only one performance, Cheol hyung," Hansol says, "You've already taken one step by agreeing to do this. What could go wrong by taking another?" Seungcheol doesn't speak, but his face clearly shows that he is considering it. He leans back in the theater seat and rocks in it like that annoying child in the movie theater who can't sit still. Hansol watches him with anticipation, hoping that he decides to see this until the end. Seungcheol presses his lips together into a firm line and slowly shakes his head. His nose scrunches for just a second before he shoots from his seat and shouts, "Jihoon-ah! You can come back out!"

At the sound of his name, Jihoon slowly creeps back onto stage. His face remains as neutral as it could possibly be, but he can't hide the slight tremor to his hands. Hansol's eyes bounce back and forth between Jihoon and Seungcheol. He still has no clue whether his brother is going to accept Jihoon or not. Seungcheol's actions were pretty unclear of his final decision. He and Jihoon watch with bated breath as Seungcheol starts to speak. "Congratulations," Seungcheol states, "You've got the job."

"Thank you!" Jihoon exclaims, "I look forward to working with you." He immediately drops into a respectful bow. One that Seungcheol and Hansol are quick to return. As they are bent, Hansol flashes his hyung a sideways glance with a wide smile on his face. Seungcheol rolls his eyes at his action but can't stop himself from smiling as well. The brothers slowly rise from their bowing position and turn to look at Jihoon, who still remains with his head down. Seungcheol can't help but look at him fondly. "Jihoonie," Seungcheol calls. Jihoon raises only his head up, his eyes wide and curious. Seungcheol can feel his heart warm at the sight. He chuckles under his breath as he gestures for him to stand back up while making his way over to the stage. He quickly bounds up the stairs and makes his way over to where Jihoon stands. The acrobat looks at him with curiosity and shyly sticks out his hand. Seungcheol smiles as he reaches for Jihoon's hand. Their fingers interlock with one another and they hold on tightly as they shake up and down. "Let's give it our all, yeah?" Seungcheol questions.

"Yeah, hyung," Jihoon murmurs.

———————

"Ugh!" Seungcheol huffs as he drops one of his throwing knives. The sound of metal hitting the wooden stage echoes loudly in the empty theater. Seungcheol scowls as he glares at the knife sitting on the ground. "It's okay," Jihoon says as he steps down from the platform where various levels of handstand canes are drilled into, "Let's just run it again." The two stand upon the stage where Jihoon had once auditioned. The performing arts center designating it as their practice spot and their performance venue until further notice. Since the place is theirs to manipulate, they have since set up their own personal equipment. A large wardrobe stands to stage left. It is jam packed with a variety of different weapons, from swords to whips, that have been collecting dust until now. In front of the wardrobe is a long line of rope for Jihoon's balancing act, alongside a self-made handstand cane set off to the right. There are the beginnings of decorations hanging from the wall, courtesy of Hansol, who had insisted they make the stage look as professional as possible. Along with that is a massive easel which reads S.Coups & Woozi's Debut Performance in 6 days. The number operates like a scoreboard, easy to change as they countdown to Seungcheol's father's birthday and the night of their show. With the date fast approaching, the two performers have been giving it their all. They spent the first few days creating a show and planning what they wanted to do. It was only just two days ago that they had gotten onto the stage and decided to put their vision to the test. It didn't go exactly as planned. Seungcheol's lack of practice showed as he fumbled with props that used to be like second limbs to him. It didn't help that everytime he faced Jihoon, images of his bleeding body flashed before his eyes. Nonetheless, Seungcheol tried to keep going, but after one too many mistakes, he was done. "No, no, let's take five," Seungcheol huffs as he picks up the knife from the ground.

"We just took five," Jihoon frowns. He watches as Seungcheol makes his way over to the wardrobe. He places his knife into an empty slot right beside its siblings. "Well, let's take another," Seungcheol says. He turns around and grabs his water bottle before hopping off the stage. He walks along the carpeted floor to the other side of the hall and towards the emergency exit. "Hyung, we need to practice," Jihoon calls out. Seungcheol stops moving. His frame tenses up, but he keeps his back turned towards his new partner. The theater falls silent for what seems like ages before Seungcheol finally turns around. "We will," Seungcheol says through gritted teeth, "After five."

"Cheol..." Jihoon murmurs as Seungcheol exits the building without another word. As soon as Seungcheol steps outside, he lets out a breath of relief. A light breeze tickles his face as small rays of sun hit his hair. His face reminds in the shadow of the building. Even though it is mid-day, it is quiet. There are minimal cars on the road and no one seems to have any business with the local performing arts center. Seungcheol finds himself leaning against the rough wall of the building. His head tilts slightly upwards to look at the sky. "What am I doing?" Seungcheol asks himself. He sighs as he slowly lowers himself to the ground. He lets his eyes fall shut and tries to push his worries far away. As he does this, he can feel himself slowly relax and his emotions start to subside. He slowly opens his eyes and turns his head to look at the partially cracked open door. "You can come out, Hoon-ah," Seungcheol sighs. Jihoon hesitates for a moment before opening the door and stepping outside. He shuffles over to where Seungcheol is and plops onto the ground beside him. "Are you okay?" Jihoon asks.

"Fine," Seungcheol says, "I'm sorry about snapping at you."

"Don't worry about it," Jihoon hums, "I can tell when you're frazzled..."

"That obvious?" Seungcheol scoffs.

"I've known you for years, hyung," Jihoon states, "I can tell." Seungcheol slowly nods his head before falling silent once more. Doubt quickly creeps back up on him and weighs heavy on his shoulders. He questions his decision to go through with this performance. After all, he's nowhere near how he used to be. And in a danger act, something like that can be deadly. Not to mention, Seungcheol slipped up when he was at his prime. Now with his poor skills, there is a much higher chance of it happening again. Seungcheol frowns and shakes his head, trying to push the intrusive thoughts from his mind. He has to stop doing this. He's so close to the performance date. He can't start letting his doubts get the best of him now. "What are you thinking about?" Jihoon asks, nudging him slightly. Seungcheol looks over at his childhood friend, who looks back at him with an encouraging smile. "I just...I didn't think I would ever struggle performing...but I guess I'm more out of practice than I thought," Seungcheol admits, "I mean I shouldn't have just assumed that it would be easy either...it has been years since I last even held a knife..."

"You'll get there," Jihoon says.

"Yeah, I'm not so sure about that," Seungcheol dryly laughs.

"You will," Jihoon states, "It's in your blood, hyung. You're just a bit rusty, but you'll get there. We just need to practice more."

"I appreciate the faith, Hoonie," Seungcheol sighs.

"I'm your partner," Jihoon says simply, "It's what I'm here for."

"Sometimes I think it would be better to just cancel this whole thing..." Seungcheol mutters, "I'm nowhere near where I used to be...and maybe I will get there, but what if I don't and something happens..."

"What could happen?" Jihoon questions.

"I could hurt you," Seungcheol frowns.

"Well, that's just a part of the job, but you..." Jihoon starts before trailing off, "Did something happen, hyung?" Seungcheol scoffs under his breath. He shifts a little bit, propping his legs up. "Didn't you see the news?" He asks.

"I don't make it a habit to search my friends up online," Jihoon states. Seungcheol turns his head to look at Jihoon. His eyes narrowing slightly. The acrobat turns to meet his gaze, his eyes filled with sincerity. Seungcheol lets out a breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "I had a steady gig going in this same theater a couple of years ago. I was working with a man named Yoon Jeonghan. He was my partner and um...my boyfriend," Seungcheol explains, "Anyway, we were doing a show one night. Hannie was strapped onto the turn-table and I was throwing knives. I...I...I missed and instead of hitting the board...I hit him."

"Oh hyung..." Jihoon says, his face contorting into one of pity. Seungcheol tilts his head down, staring holes into the pavement. He lets out a shaky breath as his hands start to slightly twitch. "Th-they tried to save him, but he lost too much blood," Seungcheol stutters, "I...I haven't been able to perform since." Jihoon doesn't say anything. Seungcheol's words being blown away in the wind as silence settles over them. Seungcheol's eyes, surprisingly, remain dry. But, the pain of revisiting the accident leaves a heavy feeling in his limbs. It isn't hard for his mind to slowly start to wander once more, but before he can get too far, he finds himself being grounded by a firm hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Seungcheol hyung," Jihoon murmurs, "I can only imagine how that felt..."

"It still hurts," Seungcheol breathes, "Even more so now...practicing on that stage...having you as my partner...it makes me fear that the same thing will happen all over again."

"Why don't you just cancel?" Jihoon questions, "I wouldn't mind, hyung." Seungcheol feels his heart thrill inside his chest. His mouth slightly drops as he looks at Jihoon with an appreciative expression. Even after all the hard work they've put in. Even after Jihoon traveled all the way down here from Busan. He is still willing to just stop all of this for Seungcheol's sake. It's a sacrifice that he is ever so grateful for, but he's made his own decision on the matter. "I already promised I would," Seungcheol shakes his head, "I'm doing this for my appa. He wants to see me on stage again."

"But, what about you?" Jihoon asks, "What do you want?"

"I...I want to move past this," Seungcheol says in a sure tone, "I...I want to perform again."

"Really?" Jihoon says with raised eyebrows.

"For the first time in a long while, I had that feeling again...the same one from when we were kids," Seungcheol nods, "It's nice..." The two fall silent once again. They remain like that for a while, huddled on the floor side by side, not moving an inch. It's peaceful. Then, Jihoon shuffles to his feet. He brushes at his pants before standing in front of Seungcheol and stretching out his hand. "Come on," Jihoon hums, "Let's go." Seungcheol looks at his partner with a quizzical expression before grabbing onto his hand. He allows himself to be pulled to his feet before asking, "Where are we going?"

"To go grab some food," Jihoon says simply, "There's a place around the corner that sells kimchi jjigae and I've been craving it recently." He starts to walk towards the front of the performing arts center where their cars are being parked. Seungcheol brow furrows before jogging to keep up with his partner. "What about practice?" He questions.

"Hm, think of this as a bonding moment for us," Jihoon muses, "We gotta trust each other, right?"

"I already trust you though," Seungcheol says simply.

"Good," Jihoon states. Seungcheol gawks and stares at the shorter man. His tone is too nonchalant. Too cocky. Not to mention, who just says good when they're told you trust them. "Aren't you going to say it back?" Seungcheol asks.

"Say what back?" Jihoon says in a confused tone. Seungcheol's face drops into a deadpan stare, which sends the acrobat into a fit of giggles. Seungcheol can feel his mood lighten up ever so slightly at the laughter that is quickly becoming one of his favorite sounds. "Okay, okay, of course I trust you, Choi Seungcheol," Jihoon says, "It could be a hundred years later and there isn't going to be anyone else that I would trust with my life other than you."

———————

"Are you ready?" Jihoon asks. It's the day of the performance. Jihoon and Seungcheol are standing backstage garbed in elements of a beautiful periwinkle shade of blue. Their hair are slicked back and each nervously shaking. Jihoon has been eyeing the stage ever since they first walked in. His excitement flooding from inside of him. Seungcheol, on the other hand, has been looking a little green around the edges. He's been avoiding even making a glance at the perfectly set up stage. There is loud music thrumming in the arena. A stagehand is murmuring into his headsets, trying to get the duo ready to rush onto stage. Just then, the music swells before cutting out. The sounds of the lights shutting down can be heard before a simple pop as a spotlight illuminates the stage. The PA system crackles to life and a man with a deep voice comes on, "Thank you so much for joining us here tonight to celebrate Mr. Choi's 78th birthday! In honor of the special event, we have a once in a lifetime show for you. We hope that you enjoy! Please welcome the ever so talented, weapons master S.Coups! And joining him tonight, making his Seoul debut...the stunning acrobat...Woozi!"

"That's your cue!" The stage hand hisses, "Go!" Jihoon nods his head and starts to step towards the stage. Before he can though, he spots Seungcheol's statue-like form. "Hyung?" Jihoon calls out.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Seungcheol whispers. He quickly breaks from his stiff position, pivoting around and taking off towards the back. Jihoon's eyes widen and he starts to rush after the man with urgency. "Wait!" The stage hand exclaims, "What about the show?"

"Tell them that there's a technical issue!" Jihoon replies over his shoulder before rushing away. He makes his way towards the back where rows of makeup vanities are set up in straight perpendicular lines. He frowns when he doesn't spot Seungcheol. He turns his head left and right, searching for his partner, but he cannot be found. Jihoon turns around and starts to make his way towards the nearest exit, thinking that Seungcheol may have decided to go outside for some fresh air. Just as he takes two steps, the sound of labored breathing hits his ears. He freezes and looks around once more. This time he follows the sound and locates Seungcheol immediately. He is tucked to the side of the last table in the row. His hands gripped tightly on either of the legs and his back pressed flush against it. His eyes are wide and his skin pale. Jihoon rushes to his side, dropping to the ground and carefully placing a hand on his partner's kneecap. "Hey, hey, hey..." He says in a quiet tone, "It's okay, I'm right here,"

"H-Hoon..." Seungcheol stutters as his eyes meet the acrobat.

"It's me, hyung," Jihoon murmurs, "What do you want me to do? How can I help you?"

"My ch-chest...it...h-hurts..." Seungcheol stutters out. Jihoon slowly nods his head before shifting a bit closer to him. He moves his hand from his knee and raises it to his chest. He looks at Seungcheol with a quizzical expression, which the panicking man quickly returns with a stiff nod. Jihoon slowly lowers his hand onto Seungcheol's chest, barely touching him. His fingers feel completely light considering how much pressure is pushing on him. Jihoon's other hand falls just as gently onto his shoulder. "Okay...I got you," Jihoon says calmly, "Can you breathe for me, hyung?" Seungcheol's eyes widen at the request. His breath catches in his throat and he lets out a sharp wheeze. "Hey, hey, hey...it's okay....it's okay...yeah?" Jihoon says, "We can do it together." Seungcheol nods his head again as he stiffly sits up a bit, readjusting his hold on the table's legs. "Look at me, Cheol hyung. Nothing else," Jihoon says, "Focus on me and my voice and try to breathe."

Seungcheol's eyes are slightly water, but he nods his head in understanding. "In...out...in...out," Jihoon says in a melodic tone, "There you go. Keep breathing with me, hyung. You're doing so well..." Seungcheol starts to bring air slowly into his lungs, following along with his partner's words. His face slowly starts to fill with color and his surroundings slowly start to feel like normal. His eyes remain locked on Jihoon as he looks at him with his undivided attention. "In and out," Jihoon murmurs, "In and out." Seungcheol breathes, his body slowly relaxing. His hands release the legs of the table and fall limp to his sides. As he begins to calm down, he watches as Jihoon slowly detaches his hands from his chest. Seungcheol can't help but frown ever so slightly as the feather light touch disappears. Jihoon was barely touching him, but Seungcheol can feel the difference. And he can't help but miss it.

For a few minutes, the two sit on the floor, not uttering a single word. Their eyes locked onto one another as they disappear from the room. As they disappear from the world. "How are you feeling?" Jihoon asks after a bit of time has passed.

"Better," Seungcheol says, "Thank you."

"I'm just glad you're okay," Jihoon smiles softly before questioning, "Do you want me to call for someone to check up on you?"

"No, no, just get me water and give me a few minutes," Seungcheol shakes his head, "We have a show to put on."

"Cheol hyung, you just had a panic attack," Jihoon's eyes narrow, "I don't think performing is a good idea."

"I'm fine," Seungcheol states.

"You're not," Jihoon sighs, "What if you get hurt?"

"It's a part of the job," Seungcheol shrugs.

"Yah! Choi Seungcheol!" Jihoon scolds, "This isn't something to joke about."

"I know...I know," Seungcheol sighs, "We worked so hard, Jihoon, I...I can't just walk away now." His voice is sincere as he speaks. Even though he had panicked moments before, he still wants to perform. Now, he is still scared shitless. His heart still throbs slightly and he can feel his body fidget anxiously without him even meaning too. But, amongst his nerves is this desire to be on stage. To prove to his family that his life hasn't ended since losing Jeonghan. To prove to the community that he is more than just the accident years ago. To prove to himself that he can still do this no matter how much time has passed. "Hyung..." Jihoon says in a warning tone.

"I'll be fine, Jihoon," Seungcheol says, "But, I need to do this. If I don't, I doubt I'll ever get on another stage ever again." Jihoon purses his lips together as he considers his words. His brow furrows ever so slightly as he thinks to himself. Seungcheol watches the acrobat with a creeping smile on his face, finding his serious expression rather precious. "Alright, but if you even start the faintest of headaches, we are stopping the performance and taking you to a hospital!" Jihoon exclaims.

"Deal," Seungcheol grins.

———————

A couple of minutes later, Seungcheol and Jihoon are standing on stage. They face the drawn down curtains with serious expressions. Seungcheol readjusts his shirts nervously before running his fingers along the dull side of his knife nervously. Jihoon stands a foot away from him, bouncing up and down on his heels. Just then, the PA system crackles to life. "We apologize for the delay, but our show is about to begin!" The host announces, "Please give a warm welcome to S.Coups and Woozi!"

"Wooooo!" Hansol and Appa cheer loudly as the curtains draw. Seungcheol lets out a breath as the stage light hits his skin for the first time in ages. His heart races in his chest, but a steady smile falls onto his face and he settles easily into the confident persona of danger performer, S.Coups. "Hello everyone!" Seungcheol announces, "Thank you so much for joining us today! It's been a while since I've last stood on a stage, but I am going to give it my all. I'd like to introduce you all to my lovely partner for the night...this is Woozi! Please give him a warm welcome!" Hansol and Appa clap their hands as Seungcheol's gestures to the side. Jihoon takes a step forward and bows slightly. He smiles as he speaks, "Thank you for such a warm welcome, Seoul! As S.Coups said, my name is Woozi. Let's have fun tonight!" As Jihoon finishes his introduction, music starts to flood from the speakers. The partners begin to move across the stage to opposite ends. Seungcheol makes his way over to his weapons closet. He twirls his knife calmly in his hand as he walks. Meanwhile, Jihoon makes his way over to a large black board where various indents and scuff marks can be seen. He poses in front of it naturally with his arms stretched outward and his legs spread apart. He doesn't speak as he watches Seungcheol grab four more knives and slip them into his belt. Seungcheol calmly gets into position before pointing one of the blades in Jihoon's direction. They stand on either end of the stage, but the distance between them feels like miles. Their eyes meet for just a second before Seungcheol tosses the knife. The weapon goes flying and makes a loud thunk sound as it embeds itself into the board right above Jihoon's head. Seungcheol's face remains even as he smoothly reaches for two more blades. He doesn't hesitate as he throws them in succession, hitting the board right underneath Jihoon's arms.

Seungcheol pulls four knives out this time, but rather than standing in position, he turns to face the audience. "This is too easy...don't you think?" Seungcheol questions, "We should make things a bit more difficult this time...Woozi?" Jihoon nods his head as he moves away. He quickly pulls the knives from the board and places them to the side before moving back into position. This time he slowly raises his leg up and brings his head back to meet it. He remains completely still as Seungcheol moves back into position. He places one knife in his hand and spins it nonchalantly. Without any warning he tosses it, the blade soars and makes another loud pop as it slams right beside his singular leg that holds him up. "Let's make it a bit more tricky..." Seungcheol hums as he tilts his head to the side and squeezes his eyes shut. The room falls silent as Seungcheol tosses one blade after another. In the blink of an eye, the knives are immediately embedded into the board in a circular arc around Jihoon. There is one next to his raised leg, another at the top where his hands clasp his foot, and the final right next to Jihoon's neck. "Amazing!" Appa exclaims as he starts clapping his hands. The cheers alert Seungcheol, who immediately opens his eyes to see the perfectly placed knives. He quickly bows to the audience before walking over to Jihoon. The acrobat flashes him a smile as he sees Seungcheol. The performer reaches his arms out to his partner, helping him and he bends his body and shifts away from the knives. Once Jihoon is standing upright, he bows to the audience before making his way upstage. The music changes as he moves and stagehands rush out to grab the board and the knives, making more room on the stage.

In the front portion of the stage are Jihoon's handstand canes, which he quickly clambers on top of. He begins to contort himself into various positions, drawing the audience's attention as Seungcheol digs around in his weapon's closet. "Are you enjoying the show so far, Seoul?" Jihoon questions as he twists his body into a backbend. Appa and Hansol cheer immediately in response. Even though they are the only two in the audience, the two performers are giving it their all, it is as if the entire theater is jam packed. "We've got more in store for you today folks, isn't that right, Woozi-ah?" Seungcheol asks as he makes his way forward. He has a long black rope like weapon in his hand. He calmly unfurls it and lets it drop to his side. "Yup!" Jihoon responds as he kicks his legs up and lifts into a handstand. As soon as he does Seungcheol cracks his whip to Jihoon's left side and then to his right. The sound makes Hansol and Appa jump in surprise as they stare at the stage in shock. Before they even get time to digest what they had witnessed, Jihoon's legs slowly drop into a split and Seungcheol cracks the whip above his legs. "Woah!" Hansol says with wide eyes. The music starts to swell and as it does, Jihoon begins to slowly spin. The heads of the canes slowly turning around. As Jihoon rotates, Seungcheol snaps the whip again and again and again. The sounds of cracks echo loudly through the theater and the audience watches with open mouths. Soon the sound slowly dies out as Jihoon lowers himself to the ground. He walks to the side of the canes and bows before turning his back to the audience to face Seungcheol. His partner looks back at him and nods before Jihoon positions himself facing stage right. He takes a deep breath before rushing forward. He performs a series of flips and cartwheels, pausing every so often and even walking on his hands for a bit. As he does this, Seungcheol cracks his whip in the open space. It always appears as if he is about to hit Jihoon, but the black rope never even brushes his skin. Appa and Hansol soon find themselves once again on their feet. They clap and cheer as the duo bow and get ready for their final set of tricks. "That was unbelievable!" Appa beams.

"It's crazy!" Hansol nods, "Absolutely nuts!"

"Where did Cheol find Woozi?" Appa questions.

"He's great, isn't he?" Hansol smiles, "He used to be old friends with Seungcheol in grade school."

"Oh...really?" Appa says with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, they used to dream about sharing a stage together," Hansol replies as he lowers back into his seat.

"Well, isn't that sweet," Appa murmurs to himself as the music changes again and draws his attention back to the stage. Seungcheol and Jihoon have made their way to the center of the stage. The space has been cleared by the stagehands who even have moved away Seungcheol's weapons closet. All that is left is a wire that stretches from one end of the stage to the other. There are circular targets tied to it that are evenly spaced apart. Seungcheol stands facing the audience. He clutches a black crossbow with red markings on it. Jihoon stands on stage right, slipping his shoes off his feet so that he is completely barefoot. He easily climbs onto it and slowly begins to walk along it. As he walks, Seungcheol preps the crossbow, letting his eyes fall shut once more. Jihoon flashes a soft smile at the audience as he steps over a knot where one of the targets is tied. At the same time, a thwack sound echoes through the theater as an arrow is shot right onto the target. The audience gasps as Jihoon continues to walk and Seungcheol shoots in perfect synchronicity. Soon enough, each target has been hit and Seungcheol's eyes open instantly. He looks at his partner who flashes him a reassuring nod before continuing. The music starts to pick up, a steady beat filling the air and increasing the tension. Meanwhile, Jihoon steps off the tightrope for one second, sticking his hand behind the curtains. Seconds later, he reveals it to be a few targets hanging from rope. He carefully loops them around his neck before smoothly stepping onto the tightrope. Seungcheol calmly reloads his crossbow. Jihoon quickly makes his way back towards the center of the tightrope. He unloops one of the targets and holds it in his hand. He stretches his arm outward and the other above his head. He slowly lifts his leg up into the air, balancing on one foot. As soon as he is in position, Seungcheol points his weapon at the target and fires. The arrow embeds itself into the target. Jihoon lowers his leg so that he is once more on two feet. He shows off the target to the audience who clap their hands at the show. The duo quickly transition into their next trick. Rather than standing on the tightrope, Jihoon starts off by laying on it. He holds another target in his hand and calmly looks at Seungcheol as he places another arrow in place. As soon as Seungcheol slips in another cartridge and props the crossbow on his arm, Jihoon's head shoots back. He stares at the ceiling and waits for one second before tossing the target into the air. Simultaneously, the arrow goes shooting forward and hits the target right in the center. The force sends it flying out into the audience who let out surprised yelps as it lands in their laps. Amidst their surprise, Jihoon and Seungcheol prepare for their very last bit. Seungcheol, once more, loads up his weapon. Jihoon quickly sits up so that his tailbone is pressing against the tightrope. He takes off the final target from around his neck and places the rope in between his teeth. Then, he easily swivels into a new position. His legs slowly stretch outwards and into a full split. He wavers ever so slightly as he maintains this difficult position while balancing at the same time. His arms are outstretched to help him remain steady. He turns to look at the audience so that they can see the way the target hovers just around Jihoon's chest. The acrobat then turns to Seungcheol, whose eyes seem to have widened and hands quiver ever so slightly. Seungcheol can feel the entire world slow around him as he stares at Jihoon. He doesn't know why. He is doing fine. They are killing this performance and yet Seungcheol can't bring himself to move. Not now. Not with that target right next to Jihoon's heart. Not when the only image flashing through his brain is blood. He lets out a shaky breath and takes a wary step backwards. He starts to lower his weapon, but stops when his eyes meet Jihoon's. The spotlights cast a shimmer in the pools of his warm chocolate colored eyes, which seem to call to him. "You've got this, hyung," They say.

Seungcheol responds, "I...I don't know if I can do this."

"You did the entire show already," Jihoon urges, "You can do this one."

"It's too..." Seungcheol mutters.

"I'm fine, Seungcheol hyung," Jihoon reassures him, "I'm going to be fine. We practiced this a million times before."

"But..." Seungcheol says.

"Hey, hey, do you trust me?" Jihoon asks.

"Yeah," Seungcheol replies without even missing a beat.

"Well, I trust you too," Jihoon states, "I always will." Seungcheol presses his lips together into a firm line. He tightens his grip on his weapon and readjusts just slightly. An invisible string tugs at his chest, trying to push him back, but Seungcheol barely feels it as this fire ignites inside him at the same time. "Let's do this," Jihoon mouths to him, the target moving as he speaks. Seungcheol nods his head and takes a deep breath. He lifts the crossbow and positions it accordingly. His finger hovers over the trigger. He glances at the target and then at Jihoon before pressing down. The arrow leaves its slot with a loud thwack and then a thud as it hits the target. Jihoon wobbles slightly on the tightrope as the force of the arrow makes him teeter, but he remains in the same position. He remains unharmed. Seungcheol's arms fall to his sides and he lets his weapon drop to the floor. The world moves in slow motion as he walks over to Jihoon. The acrobat has let the target drop to the floor as a wide smile appears on his face. Seungcheol smiles back as he reaches out to help his partner back to his feet. He grabs onto his shoulder and his waist, bringing their bodies close as he lifts Jihoon from the tightrope. Once they both stand on the stage, their eyes lock on one another. Their faces are flushed and a thin layer of sweat gathers on their foreheads. Seungcheol slowly glances down at Jihoon's chest where the target had once hovered above it. He lets out a shaky breath as he carefully lets his fingers brush along it. Jihoon reaches his own hand up to grab Seungcheol's, not to push it away, but to squeeze it ever so gently. To reassure him once more that he was okay. Their hands easily interlock as they step away from one another. Their faces remain filled with life and giddy as they face the audience. "Look at your brother, Hansol..." Appa says in a breathy tone, "He's...he's..."

"I know, appa, I know," Hansol replies. The danger duo lower into a bow together and instantly the two start to cheer. "Bravo!" Appa calls.

"Encore!" Hansol shouts, "Wooooo!" Seungcheol and Jihoon. remain with their heads down as their claps reach their ears, but they can't help themselves but turn their heads to share another look. They smile softly as the same thought passes through their heads. They did it. After all these years, they did it.

———————

"You two were amazing!" Appa exclaims, "Best performance that I've seen in my entire life!"

"Appa...you've been praising us since we started driving to the restaurant," Seungcheol sighs, "And you're still doing it now, half-way through our meal..."

"Let an old man be proud of his eldest child!" Appa huffs, sending the entire table into a fit of laughter. They are all gathered in a fancy Italian restaurant with beautiful pasta dishes in front of each guest. They sit at a table with a white candle and roses in the center. Soft violin music can be heard playing over the speakers. "Yeah, hyung, you should be happy that your appa enjoyed it so much," Hansol says with a smirk, "That means you did well." Seungcheol flashes his brother an unamused expression before turning to look at Jihoon. "In all honesty, I think we both did well," Seungcheol states. He nudges his partner slightly who looks up at him and smiles. He nods his head in agreement, "I guess we make a pretty good duo."

"That we do," Seungcheol hums.

"Barf..." Hansol pretends to gag. The reaction to his actions are instantaneous and varied. Seungcheol kicks his brother from under the table and glares at him. At the same time, Appa chuckles loudly at his youngest's reaction. And Jihoon focuses a bit too much on his plate as his ears turn slightly red. Thankfully, neither Hansol or appa seem to notice, but Seungcheol immediately does. "Okay, okay," Seungcheol clears his throat as he scrapes the legs of his chair on the floor, "I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." As Seungcheol leaves the table, an awkward silence falls over the remaining three. Hansol sips his drink while Jihoon spins his fork in the pasta. Meanwhile, appa is looking at Jihoon with a fond expression on his face. "So...Jihoon," Appa says, "Tell me more about yourself."

"Oh, I'm from Busan," Jihoon says as he places his fork down, "I'm an acrobat and danger performer. I've been training since grade school."

"That is very impressive," Appa nods, "Well, I appreciate you coming all the way to Seoul to perform for my birthday and for putting up with my boy."

"It was an honor, sir," Jihoon says sincerely, "And Seungcheol was absolutely amazing. He's really talented and a down to earth guy. I haven't had that much fun performing in ages. I couldn't have asked for a better partner."

"Well, I hope that I will get to see more of you," Appa states with a knowing look. Jihoon purses his lips together at those words. He adjusts his seat a bit before looking at the older man. "I would like that, sir, but unfortunately I will be heading back to Busan later tonight," Jihoon explains.

"Already?" Appa questions, his lips already starting to turn into a frown.

Jihoon nods, "It's the only bus available and there's no reason for me to stick around now that the gig's over."

"What about Seungcheol?" Hansol asks. Jihoon stiffens ever so slightly at the mention of his temporary partner's name. He lets out a quiet sigh. "We have each other's numbers now. We'll be keeping in touch," Jihoon says as he forces a smile onto his face, "Maybe, next time you guys can come visit Busan."

"That would be lovely," Appa says in a loud tone, "It is a shame that you have to go so soon though. Seungcheol will be so upset."

"Why?" Jihoon says in confusion.

"Don't tell me that you don't see the way he looks at you," Appa sighs, "Jihoon, I have lived for a long time and I know love when I see it, especially if it's my son who is doing the loving."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Jihoon's eyes widen, "We're just friends."

"But, you would like to be more," Hansol states.

"I..." Jihoon murmurs. He opens and closes his mouth nervously, not knowing what to say. His arms fall down to his sides and his head slowly droops to avoid eye contact with Seungcheol's family. "Seungcheol wears his heart on his sleeves," Hansol explains, "When he likes someone, you know it. It's been ages since I've seen him even give another human being a second glance, but when he saw you...wooo...he was taken by you the very second you stepped into that theater, Jihoon."

"What about Jeonghan?" Jihoon finds himself asking. His head raising to meet the stunned expressions of both Appa and Hansol. Jihoon does his best to keep his expressions neutral even though a billion emotions are flooding inside of him. "How do you know Jeonghan?" Hansol questions.

"He told you..." Appa murmurs.

"Not everything, but enough," Jihoon states, "I know when someone hasn't moved on. I don't want to get in the way of Seungcheol and his grief. I refuse to push him when he isn't ready...regardless of how I feel." Appa and Hansol fall silent at those words. They slowly nod their heads and turn their attention back to their meals. Jihoon can feel his chest twinge ever so slightly, not exactly happy with his statement, but knowing it to be the truth. He has no other choice after all. He isn't going to be that person. He's going to let Seungcheol decide. And if he doesn't, well, that is just something that Jihoon has to deal with. Jihoon grabs his fork once more and starts to shovel food into his mouth. Unbeknownst to him and the rest of the table, Seungcheol had long since returned and had heard the brunt end of their conversation. And the man was confused to say the least. "What are you guys talking about?" Seungcheol announces chirpily.

"Oh nothing much," Appa says as he smiles at his eldest child.

"Jihoon actually has to go back to Busan tonight," Hansol states.

"Really?" Seungcheol asks, looking over to Jihoon, who nods his head but doesn't meet his gaze. It's an action that makes his stomach flip, but he is unsure of why. "Isn't it upsetting?" Appa says, "Maybe, you can convince him to stay a bit longer."

"I can't do that, appa," Seungcheol sighs, "Jihoon has a life he needs to get back to."

"Right, right, of course..." Appa says in a crestfallen tone. The rest of the dinner was a rather awkward affair. Appa and Hansol did their best to fill in the space, constantly asking Jihoon questions about his personal life, which the acrobat respectfully answered. Seungcheol remained fairly silent though for the rest of the night. The words that he overheard still filling his mind and making him feel things that he hasn't in a long time. "It was nice to meet you," Jihoon says, bowing respectfully. The group stand outside the restaurant, saying their final goodbyes. "You too," Hansol replies.

"Thank you again for the wonderful performance," Appa smiles.

"I'm glad that you enjoyed it," Jihoon says.

"Seungcheol..." Appa mutters, nudges his eldest child who stands to the side daydreaming. He snaps to attention as soon as he is slightly pushed, looking around with wide eyes. "Hm?" He questions.

Appa sighs, "Don't you want to say goodbye to your friend?"

"Right," Seungcheol says as he takes a step closer to his former partner, "Um...bye Jihoon. It was um nice to see you again....thank you for everything."

"It was my pleasure," Jihoon smiles, "Keep in touch, okay?" Seungcheol can only bring himself to nod his head in reply. Just then, Jihoon's phone buzzes. The acrobat checks it and speaks calmly, "That's my ride. I've got to go."

"Get home safe," Appa says.

"Thank you," Jihoon exclaims, "Bye!" With that said, the acrobat bows once more to the family before starting to walk down the street. Seungcheol watches him slowly fade from view, a part of him feeling like he was once again losing everything.

———————

"I know love when I see it, especially if my son is doing the loving."

"We're just friends."

"Seungcheol wears his heart on his sleeves."

"He was taken by you the second you stepped in the theater."

"What about Jeonghan?"

"He told you."

"I refuse to push him when he isn't ready...regardless of my feelings."

"Regardless of my feelings."

"Regardless of my feelings."

"My feelings."

"My feelings."

"My feelings."

"My feelings."

"Ugh!" Seungcheol huffs as he shoots out of bed. He runs his hands through his hair anxiously and shakes his head. It's been a couple of hours since he's parted ways with Lee Jihoon, but no matter how much time has passed, he can't get that overheard conversation out of his head. He can't get the fact that Jihoon has feelings for him out of his head. He can't get his own feelings out of his head. His affection. His admiration. His giddiness. His doubt. His fear. His denial. It all builds and churns like a poorly made milkshake. "What the hell is wrong with you?" A familiar voice questions. Seungcheol's shoulders stiffen and he slowly turns to look to the left. His breath catches in his throat when he sees the wispy form of Yoon Jeonghan sitting in his armchair. It is propped right next to the window, the moonlight streaming in and making his non corporeal form appear ethereal. "H-Hannie..." Seungcheol stutters. He starts to get out of bed and make his way over to his lost love, but is stopped when Jeonghan snaps at him. "Don't you Hannie me!" Jeonghan huffs, "Why are you being such an idiot, Choi Seungcheol?"

"W-what?" Seungcheol says with wide eyes.

"Why have you been moping around for all these years?" Jeonghan asks him bluntly.

"I...I miss you, Hannie," Seungcheol responds simply. Jeonghan softens slightly at those words. He lets out a breath. "Well, I missed you too, Cheol," Jeonghan says, "But, I don't want you to be mourning my death until your own."

"H-huh?" Seungcheol says confused.

"I'm sure everyone has told you this, but this time you're hearing it from me," Jeonghan explains, "It has been years and you not only gave up on your dream, but you didn't even try fighting for that sweet tiny guy..."

"Are you talking about Jihoon?" Seungcheol asks.

"Yes," Jeonghan nods, "Your old friend. You used to like him a lot? Didn't you? Seeing him again must have brought those feelings creeping back up again..." Seungcheol presses his lips together as guilt slowly creeps into his chest. "I'm sorry, Hannie..." Seungcheol whispers.

"Stop that," Jeonghan rolls his eyes, "What are you apologizing for? I can't be jealous, Cheol. I don't really compare much to Jihoon. For one thing...I'm dead." Seungcheol's eyes widen at those words and his mouth drops open in shock. Even in death, Jeonghan is still as blunt as ever. Seungcheol shouldn't be surprised that he would so nonchalantly mention his death, but it still struck a chord with him. His eyes began to slowly turn glassy, something that Jeonghan quickly notices. "Okay, okay, I won't joke about that," Jeonghan says, his voice becoming serious, "Listen. My time to be with you has ended. And yes, I am a bit sad about that, but that doesn't mean that I want you to wait for me. You're still in the world of the living, Seungcheol. And I want you to live! I want you to sell out a billion more stages! I want you to laugh and smile! I want you to fall in love and grow old with that special someone. I want you to be happy."

"I don't deserve to be happy," Seungcheol states, "I...I killed you."

"Do not even go there, Seungcheol, or I swear I will kick you into the next life," Jeonghan huffs.

"But, Hannie..." Seungcheol frowns.

"It was an accident," Jeonghan exclaims, "My death wasn't anyone's fault. Especially yours. You shouldn't feel guilty for what happened, Seungcheol. You're allowed to move on. You're allowed to heal..." Seungcheol freezes again as he takes those words in. He stares at Jeonghan, who looks back at him with a soft smile. His heart aches in his chest as he lets out a shaky breath. Tears start to escape from his eyes and emotions stir inside of him. But for the first time, it doesn't feel like sorrow or pain. Rather, it's comforting. It's relieving. "I...I don't know what to say," Seungcheol murmurs.

"I know," Jeonghan hums, "I know that even after this, it isn't going to be easy for you. It's going to take time and that's fine. But, promise me that you won't give up on life. I can't bear to see you do that."

Seungcheol hesitates for a moment before slowly nodding his head, "I think I can try, Hannie..."

"Good," Jeonghan says, "And you can start by going to talk to Jihoon." With those words, Jeonghan slowly begins to fade away. Seungcheol watches with a small smile on his face, his chest only slightly aching as his forever partner leaves once more. He lets out a sigh as he starts to wipe away the tears staining his face. Seungcheol then remains seated in his bed, not moving an inch, stewing in his emotions. He stays like this for a while before suddenly reaching to his bedside table and grabbing his phone. He taps at the screen before bringing the device to his ear. "Hansol, what bus station is Jihoon leaving from?" Seungcheol asks as he gets out of bed and starts to quickly grab clothes from his dresser.

"What?" Hansol questions, "Why do you need to know?"

"Just answer the question," Seungcheol frowns as he presses his phone against his shoulder so that he can multitask, "I need to talk to him."

"He's not at the bus station," Hansol states. Seungcheol stiffens as he feels his heart drop into his chest. No. There's no way. He couldn't have messed up. Not again. "Don't tell me that he's already back in Busan," Seungcheol says in a worried tone.

"No," Hansol responds, "His bus got delayed. He doesn't have a place to stay so he called and asked if he could crash at the performing arts center for a bit,"

"Thanks Hansol!" Seungcheol exclaims as he ends the call. He quickly finishes throwing on the rest of his clothes before shoving his feet into his shoes and bursting out the front door.

———————

"Jihoon?" Seungcheol calls out as he enters the stage where he had performed mere hours before. The place is completely empty. The only reason Seungcheol was able to get into the performing arts center is thanks to a spare key he was given. The lights are all off and Seungcheol moves around carefully using his phone's flashlight to guide him. "Jihoon, are you there?" Seungcheol asks as he makes his way down the walkway. He frowns when he receives no response. He shakes his head as he nears the stage and carefully pushes himself on top of it. His footsteps echo loudly as he crosses the stage and disappears behind the curtains. It's just as dark, if not more so backstage. Seungcheol is careful as he moves, swinging his phone back and forth. "Lee Jihoon!" Seungcheol exclaims, "I need to talk to you!" He still receives no response as he makes his way farther backstage. As he does, he can make out the faint sound of what he thinks is singing. "I'm standing on this road for the last time today." Seungcheol presses his lips together as he follows the noise. As he does, the singing becomes clearer and it registers in Seungcheol's mind as Lee Jihoon's unique voice. He picks up his pace, speed-walking to where he hopes his partner will be. And low and behold, he soon finds him. His arms drop to his side when he sees Jihoon sitting on a chair in front of the same vanity table that Seungcheol was once panicking at. The lights are on and they illuminate the acrobat's skin, giving him a beautiful glow. Seungcheol can't help but feel breathless as he watches the man sing softly to himself. "Nothing is easy in this maze-like world with no exit. Happiness is just a word. It's a dream everyone wants," Jihoon sings, "A nonsense thing people talk about. I don't want to believe it. I just want it simple...simple..." Seungcheol can feel his legs moving by themselves as he slowly makes his way over to the young man. His heart races in his chest as he nears the acrobat. "Jihoon-ah..." Seungcheol calls out in an emotion filled tone. Jihoon stops and looks to his left in surprise. He shoots up out of his seat and stares at Seungcheol. "Seungcheol hyung, what-oof!" Jihoon starts to speak, but is cut off as Seungcheol rams into him. The taller man wraps his arms around the acrobat and squeezes him tightly. He lets out a breath as he can feel Jihoon relax into his hold. He can feel his heart bubbling inside of his chest and a small smile curls onto his face. It doesn't last long though as he feels Jihoon push himself away from him and flash him a wary expression. "W-what are you doing?" Jihoon asks. Seungcheol can't help but feel his heart ache slightly as he looks at Jihoon. His old friend's face remains emotionless, but his eyes shine with worry and nervousness. He can't help but feel bad for taking so long to say these words. "I like you, Jihoon," Seungcheol states.

"Excuse me?" Jihoon questions.

"As in I have a crush on you," Seungcheol explains, "I've had since we were kids and well...those feelings have come back." Jihoon stares at Seungcheol for a moment without saying a single word. His eyes suddenly narrow and his arms cross over his chest, "You're not joking right? Cause I will punch you in the face if you are."

"Definitely not," Seungcheol says, a smile creeping onto his face. He takes a step forward and starts to wrap his arms around Jihoon once more, but the acrobat stops him. He swings his own arms out and pushes Seungcheol's arms away. Seungcheol can't help but pout slightly, but he looks at Jihoon expectantly. "What about Jeonghan?" Jihoon asks in a quiet tone.

"I can't say that I'm going to forget him," Seungcheol sighs, "But-"

"I would never make you do that," Jihoon blurts out quickly, "Sorry...continue." Seungcheol can't help but smile fondly at that, appreciative of Jihoon's selflessness and understanding. He takes a deep breath as he reaches to grab Jihoon's hand. He squeezes it gently as he speaks, "But, I'm ready to move on...or at least take the steps to." Those words are enough for Jihoon who immediately rushes into Seungcheol's chest. Seungcheol can't help but laugh as the warm body of his partner presses against his chest. His arms easily find their ways around his small form as if they were meant to be there. The two remain like this for a while, not moving and just being in one another's complete embrace. That is until Seungcheol peels Jihoon away, who isn't too happy with the action. "Ughhhh!"Jihoon groans.

"One more thing..." Seungcheol says, "Would you stay here in Seoul with me? I know that you have a thing back in Busan, but I don't think I could find a better partner than you...and I know its asking a lot, especially since I'm still sort of trying to get out of my funk so things may not end up the way we expect...you would be risking a lot and I-" Jihoon stands on his tippy toes and presses his lips to the side of Seungcheol's chin. Seungcheol's eyes widen and he can feel his face slowly start to heat up. His mouth opens and then closes and then opens again. Jihoon chuckles slightly and shakes his head. "I trust you, Seungcheol," Jihoon says, "I'd run straight into danger as long as you were by my side."

"Does that mean yes?" Seungcheol questions.

"Yes, you douche..." Jihoon smiles as he leans once more into Seungcheol's arms.

And they all live happily ever after...or maybe not? This is a super long fic, but there is a part of me that sort of wants to make this into a world. Sort of like a story, narrative version of Now You See Me or The Prestige, which are movies centered around magic and escapism and all that. There's also this sort of plot bunny jumping around my head about Jeonghan's death not being an accident and actually being a murder. Maybe, Jihoon is involved in some shape or form or somehow tied to Jeonghan in the past. This all depends on if you think I should make it into more and just leave it as is. It works well as a standalone piece and I'm sort of iffy on building it into anything more, so please let me know in the comments. While you are at it, please vote, add this story to your library, follow me, and check out my Jicheol full length AU, Running in My Veins.