"...I...I don't know what to say to that..." The man places his head in his hands.

Jimin sighs, tracing the grains of the bench behind Radon. This night isn't so forgiving as the last night they were out here, when it was calm and they were bathed in moonlight. This night is muggy, mosquitos clinging to any area of Jimin that he isn't fast enough to swat at. The moon is but a crescent in the sky, illuminating little around them. They have to rely on the vague traces of artificial light from the strip mall in order to see each other. But Jimin isn't complaining. I'm glad it's dark. I don't want to see the look on Jinyoung's face right now.

"You don't have to say anything." Jimin assures Jinyoung. "I just don't feel the same way about you. I've tried to, trust me...and I'm sorry that you aren't the right person for me, but that's just how it is." The crickets speak for themselves, filling in the silence that surrounds the two men at the bench. Jimin feels a great relief flow into him by confessing the truth, yet guilt still tags along for the ride. He can't deny the slow pulse of guilt every time his heart beats, the memories of kissing Jinyoung just to make him feel better refreshing in his mind.

"Jimin...are you sure you're not just confused?" Jimin hears a sharp inhale from the law intern, a soft swish of hair. Jinyoung is clearly upset and probably feels like it's somehow his fault that Jimin doesn't like him. "When we kissed I thought you felt something, I, I thought-"

"I'm sorry, Jinyoung." Jimin thinks back to the parking lot, when Jungkook witnessed Jinyoung's forced parting kiss with him. The one Jimin didn't want because he didn't like the other male. "I'm sorry if I led you on, and maybe I was confused at first about how I felt...but now I know for sure that um, we aren't compatible for each other."

"Seriously...?" Jinyoung grumbles. In the dim light, the other seems to rake at his face with his hands. What a change from a few minutes ago, when he was all bright and eager to see me...ugh...now I feel like an asshole. "From the way you understood me, listened to me, and spoke to me, I'd think we were already dating...so I can't...can't believe this..."

"Again, I'm sorry Jinyoung-"

"How long have you been leading me on?" Jinyoung snaps, his voice cutting the humid air like a butcher's knife. Jimin winces, tapping the bench anxiously. The crickets taper away to a low thrum, and Jimin wills them to come back. Please don't make this harder than it needs to be. Please understand.

"Jinyoung, I didn't mean to lead you on...I was sure at one point my feelings for you would snap in place, and I could eventually learn to feel the same way-"

"When did you know you didn't like me?" Jinyoung interrupts. Jimin can't see the other's face, but he somehow knows in this advanced darkness that the older is staring at him...sending his wrath Jimin's way. 

Deep down, Jimin knows he's soiled Jinyoung's plan of finishing law school with a complacent boy at his side who listens happily to all of his boring law plans. 

"I...why are you doing this, Jinyoung-"

"WHEN!" Jinyoung's anger comes out of nowhere. He isn't even that drunk! How is he this angry? I've only been doting on him for...oh god...like seven weeks?  Wait, that's kind of a long time...uggghh why am I so stupid.

"Since the movie."

Jimin feels his face heat up in embarrassment. The movie date was only two weeks into whatever they were, and he knew he hadn't felt a spark at Jinyoung's arm around his waist. He hadn't felt bubbly or been attracted to Jinyoung's chivalry either. Jimin was never one for outrageous acts of manners, didn't want to have the spoiled role in a relationship. Jinyoung was the type to see a relationship as a dual agreement--both people playing different roles in the structure--all work and little play. Jimin didn't like it from the start, from the questionable flirting to the listen to me speak about my boring life and never get mad that I don't ask you about yourself way that Jinyoung did things. 

Jimin would rather have a best friend as a partner who understands him on a personal level than an inflated romantic relationship where the title matters more than the actual connection. With Jungkook, he has exactly what he wants. Jungkook doesn't even need to ask to know how Jimin's feeling, and their inside jokes are so much more developed--plus, Jungkook's sense of humor is more aligned to his own. Better than Jinyoung's office jokes. Yuck...I always hated those.

Jinyoung and him were clearly incompatible from the beginning, and Jimin saw it...he just didn't mention it. He just avoided it--kept pushing it away. And now it was coming back to bite him in the ass.

"Are you fucking kidding." Jinyoung stands up from the bench. "From the fucking...movie? Damn it, Jimin, what's wrong with you? Did you purposely put me through seven weeks of fucking toying with me just to let me down? To crush me? Are you satisfied in breaking hearts? Fuck that. I bet you're super happy now, because it worked."

"What? No! Jinyoung, wait-" 

"Get away from me, Jimin! I can't stand to hear how much you hate me any longer."

Jimin hops from the bench, rushing blindly in the dark to catch up to Jinyoung. He quickly grabs ahold of what feels like an arm, tugging it back. He can't leave it like this between them, can't stand to have Jinyoung disgusted with him from now on.

"Wait! Jinyoung, please listen to me! I don't hate you, I never hated you! I just knew we weren't compatible and I was a fucking idiot for not telling you sooner. I'm stupid, okay? I'm a fucking moron, and I feel awful for hurting you like this...please, Jinyoung." Jimin steps back as his hold on Jinyoung's arm gets violently torn away. "Jinyoung! I didn't hate you! How could I? You were really polite and kind and-"

"Jimin, if you didn't hate me then why didn't you tell me sooner?" Halfway to the parking lot of Radon, Jinyoung stops in his tracks, whirling on Jimin. The purple-haired man bites the inside of his cheek hard. What do I tell him? I can't lie to him anymore...I'll feel horrible if I do. Just tell him the truth. "Why now, Jimin?"

"...because...I uh, kind of...have a boyfriend now."

Jinyoung coughs on air, slamming his fist into his chest. The way he sucks in air, Jimin knows he's shocked and probably hurt. Was that not the right choice? Agghhh...shit.

"And um..." Jimin goes on. "And my heart is too much with him to be with you...I'm sorry, Jinyoung. I'm sorry I hurt you. I should have told you sooner instead of avoiding it. I'm sorry."

Jinyoung swats at the air. In the light haze of Radon's neon pink sign, his face has a rosy tint, an ethereal glow of roses that seems unfortunately misplaced. Jimin has said all he wants to say, and now he must wait. Must wait and hope. 

"I didn't know." Jinyoung states the obvious, shaking his head at the night sky. A frustrated laugh spills from his lips to the barely visible moon hanging tiredly in the sky. "I didn't know Park Jimin had a fucking boyfriend already. Why would you lead me on if you were with him? Huh? That's really fucking rude to him. I hope you apologized-"

"I just became his boyfriend after you left for your trip! A few days ago!" Jimin doesn't know where to put his hands, so he just crosses his arms. Hugging his chest doesn't help his heart rate simmer down, but it's the least he can do to offer comfort to himself. "It was fairly recent, Jinyoung, I was only friends with him when we went on dates. So after we became official, I knew I had to tell you-"

"Who." 

"What?" Jimin misses the word.

"Who! Who is he? Your boyfriend? Why is he so much better than me? I don't get it."

Oh no...not this game. Jimin blows air out of his mouth slowly, to let Jinyoung know this is hard for him too. It's hard to tell someone you can't reciprocate their feelings, especially after faking reciprocation for seven weeks. That must be hard to take, and Jimin knows it. But unlike Jungkook, who might take the confession with a bit of understanding and forgiveness, Jinyoung is more bull-headed, grudge-holding, and angry.

"Jinyoung, please don't do this. Me and you were just too different-"

"WHO IS HE! YOUR BOYFRIEND! TELL ME!" Jinyoung raises his voice yet again. "JIMIN? HELLO!"

Some drunkards out of Radon guffaw at the duo, waving their arms around in amicable reunion. One even jumps up to wave hello, giggling thickly as she lands on the asphalt and stumbles into her other friend. They obviously aren't catching the memo. This is goodbye, not hello.

"Calm down a bit, Jinyoung...I'll tell you, okay? Just please, no more yelling."

Jinyoung says nothing. Jimin waits until the drunkards are hauled off, likely heading to another bar in Seoul, searching for more untamed night life.

"My boyfriend is someone I met online. We've been talking for awhile-"

"Ohhhh fuck no. You're dating someone you've only met online. Over me, a physical person? Over me. Fuck you, Jimin-"

"Stop it! I have met him! I've seen him in person and we've spent time together! Stop jumping to conclusions Jinyoung, and don't hate him just because I don't like you like that! This isn't his fault."

"So you were just seeing two guys at the same time and didn't think that at some point you'd have to hurt one?" Jinyoung's face is now a sad shade of gray, lopsided in his melancholy. His eyebrows droop along with the tips of his mouth. A look of absolute defeat.

"I..." Jimin feels a drop of sweat fall down his lower back. "I'm sorry, Jinyoung. I told you, I was being dumb. I was avoiding the problem. I'm not asking you to forgive me right away, but please don't hate me. I enjoy your company, if not as a crush then at least as a friend-"

Jinyoung scoffs. "A friend? Really. A friend."

And with that, Jinyoung stalks off into the night. Jimin knows it was the best he could do to maintain candor, to try and understand the situation from Jinyoung's point of view, and to apologize vehemently. He did his best. 

If Jinyoung never forgives him, then so be it.

.

"Melonboyy!!! How are you, THICK STUFFFF!"

Jimin rushes to turn down the volume of his headphones before his eardrums burst. If that happened, then his ears would bleed! Blood on his new magenta crop top! Blasphemy! 

"Quiet, quiet!" Jimin hits the volume button a few times. He hums in satisfaction. "Okay, now you can go, Kook."

"MELONBOY HI HI HI GUESS WHAT! I WIGGLED MY BIG TOE TODAY! IT WAS BARELY VISIBLE AND TOOK THIRTY MINUTES OF PURE MENTAL CONCENTRATION, BUT I FINALLY DID IT!"

Jimin cheers, clapping his hands energetically. "REALLY! OH MY GOD! THAT'S THE BEST THING EVER! YOU BETTER WIGGLE IT FOR ME WHEN I COME OVER TOMORROW-"

"EEEEEEE! I almost forgot about that! You're coming over for the weekend! Haha! Damn it, now I have to clean up my room. Oh, but I'm so excited!!! You probably are going to want to bring your own pillow, cuz I only have one, but my bed is big enough for both of us! Also, my mom is going to buy face masks at my request since I know how much you like spa nights--and also! I bought new paints so that I can do a portrait of you in my backyard! I have the whole scene planned out, I only need to make sure that I can get the birds out of this large tree we have in our backyard so that they don't poop on your head while you're posing for me..so I looked up how to make homemade scarecrows out of cardboard and a broomstick, and I've got a plan for a killer SpongeBob scarecrow-"

"Jungkook."

Jimin's heart flutters at all the plans Jungkook has set for his visit. His boyfriend is truly wild, but in the most endearing way.

"Yeah?"

"Can I bring my nail polish over to paint your nails? If you don't want me to paint your fingernails, then can I at least give you a pedicure?"

"Of course...but you don't happen to have black nail polish, do you? I...I dunno about pink or purple, Melonhea-"

"Pink it is!" Jimin stifles a laugh as Jungkook groans into the headset, both of them joyously unaware of what level 51 is going to bring them. They buzz excitedly by the level door, their thoughts and actions reflecting the anticipation they have for spending the weekend together in Busan. "Now let's get on with the level."

"Threeeee, a two and oney one one-"

"SUFFICE!" 

Trash. The door opens to trash. Lots of it. 

Melonaju and Pluto97 wade through piles of layered garbage, dripping with various rotten liquids. Used plastics, decomposing foods, rambunctious flies, and thick patches of black mold meet the eye as it travels around the trash hoarder's utopia. Jungkook fake gags as he points to a half-eaten, fleshy fish wrought with maggots and bloated with time. Jimin finds himself wanting to plug his nose, even though he can't smell anything but his sweet cologne in real life. The tinny whine of flies buzzing past his ears makes Melonaju swat at the air repeatedly, and he catches Pluto doing the same thing. Jimin groans.

"This. Is. Fucking. Nasty!!!!!"

"EEEWWW!!! Don't look over by that dripping carton of milk sitting on the top of that stack of used toilet paper on the left side of the moldy television-"

"EWWWW! WHY'D YOU MAKE ME LOOK AT IT!" Jimin beholds a disgustingly fat rodent, its beady red eyes sunken into a hairy face. The rat ravenously chews on a blackened banana peel, its misshapen, yellow teeth gnawing mercilessly on the piece of waste. As Melonaju stares, it bares its teeth and hisses. A fleck of foam dribbles down its chin, falling dubiously onto the slimy outside of the milk carton. "EW EW EW EW EW EW EW-"

"Stop looking at it!" Before Jimin knows it, sponge hands wrap around Melonaju's eyes. His headset is bathed in dim yellow, and he studies the various little wrinkles in Pluto's palms. Perilation is too detailed for its own good.

"Whew...Satan's quarters...this level...thank you, Kook."

"Don't mention it." Pluto turns him so that he's facing a mildly less nasty corner filled with exploded cans of fermented foods and gooey hybrid-balls of gum entangled with hair. "Also, don't mention the thing that's hanging from the ceiling by the noxious, sloshing gas can next to the string of dusty spiderwebs and the-"

"Don't you dare! Why do you describe the exact location of the nasty thing in detail if you don't want me to find it!" Jimin laughs painfully, his mouth in a perpetual wince. This level is by far the most surface-level disgusting that Jimin has seen so far. It's all dirt, rot, and slime. So. Gross.

"I don't know! It's like when you try a nasty food and you lie and say it's really really good to a friend just so that you can watch them spit it out  and get mad at you-"

"Talk about betrayal." Jimin chuckles, thinking about a sassy, rebellious high school Jungkook pulling pranks on his friend group. Jimin can't relate to that behavior, of course. He never got the chance at a normal high school experience. If he did something gross, it was because he was forced to or threatened. At any moment, Gyuri could whine to her father--could lie about Jimin bullying her--and Jimin could get suspended or downgraded because of it. "Also, where are the doors for this level? There are too many things to go through in this landfill room, and I really do not want to go through them."

"Neither do I...EEWWW! Don't look at the--ahem, just don't look behind you."

"Why, thank you for sparing me the details." Jimin giggles, slapping the sponge playfully. Jungkook starts laughing, and then makes a sound of confusion. The sponge walks behind Melonaju, and in his ear an oooohhhhhh surfaces.

"Okay nevermind, look behind you."

"I thought you said it was gross."

"It is. It REALLY is. But the level doors are right here."

"Oh, seriously?" Melonaju spins around to face the sponge. "Where are--OHHH, EWWW! DISGUSTING!!!"

Sitting there in a patch of murky gasoline and cigarette butts are two perfectly shaped swirls of the chunkiest turds--loaded with undigested bits of food and speckled with flies.

"The game heard us when we said I DON'T SEE SHIT-- you know, the joke?" The sponge bends down, stares at the flies throwing a fiesta in the massive wads of poop, and groans. "I fucking hate this game."

"Me. Too." Melonaju hesitantly kneels down in the moist environment, holding his chin high up as if afraid to get the fecal fumes in his player's nostrils. "This is uncalled for. Holy shit! Literally, holy SHIT! Jungkook, look at the one on the right...do you see that red and white thing...?"

"Hmmm no, where--oh! What the heck is that?"

"A fucking candy cane."

In his headset, he can hear Jungkook pounding on the arm rests of his wheelchair. "FUCK THAT!"

"I KNOW!" Melonaju studies the other pile of shit dutifully, searching for one of Jungkook's telltale characteristics in the brown object. "I don't think they can put soup in shit--how would you animate that? But there must be something...hmm...where..."

"OH MY GOSH!" The sponge spots it first, pointing excitedly at the lowest rung of excretion. "DO YOU SEE THAT! THAT'S THE END OF A FUCKING PAINT BRUSH! I PAINT! FUCK THIS GAME! WHO EATS AND POOPS PAINT BRUSHES!!"

Jimin snorts. "Isn't that how Van Gogh died?"

Jungkook freezes. Sucks in a breath. And explodes.

"BWAHAHAHHA!! MELONBOY, ARE YOU KIDDING ME AHAHHAHAHAAH!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAHAHAHHAHAH!!!"

Jimin laughs along, tears forming under the headset. He sure loves hearing Jungkook laugh. It makes his heart swim with joviality and buttery monarchs.

"I don't know how to start this level, but I think we might have to put our hands on these pieces of shit."

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Oh...whew...oh...Jimin, why do you always have to make me cry...ahhh, okay...erm...ahem!! HEM HEM!! I'm ready now."

Jimin smiles, his boyfriend's dramatics never failing to tickle him. "Should we smash this shit on the count of three?"

"Yep. But be prepared, Melontrash-"

"Please don't call me that-"

"Melonplastic-"

"No."

"Melonrot?"

"Seriously! Does it have to be themed around the level."

"Yes. Melongarbage? Melon...uh, rat? Melonshit? Melondumptruck?"

Jimin clicks his tongue. "Melondumptruck. I like the sound of that."

"Why? It doesn't sound that dirty."

"Oh...but it does."

"I hate you."

"You like me. A lot. Now let's smash this shit."

"Okay, Melondumptruck--ON THREE!!"

.

Jimin is extra careful that night at Radon, wiping down counter surfaces three times and spraying a surplus of disinfectants wherever he cleans. The level didn't fail to gross him out beyond gross, but with Jungkook in his ear cracking jokes about mold spots and how they reminded him of fluffy puppies, they handled the level quite well. 

"Gotta run out back, Jimin. We're low on mixing rods for some reason. Man the counter for me, will ya?" Yeonjun swaggers off, humming the dissonant melody of some rap song. 

"Sure." Jimin quickly fills Yeonjun's spot at the counter, trying not to imagine radioactive slop under his rag as he polishes the surface. The bar counter soon sparkles, and Jimin notes for the first time another presence by the counter in its smooth reflection. "Hello, how may I-"

Oh. Fuck. FUCK!

"Hello Jimin."

Gyuri stands there in a purple jumper today, her blonde hair twisted in dual braids. Dark mascara fills out her long lashes, but her eyes are darker. She gives him a fleeting smile, one that bosses give to their employees to highlight the power divide in the relationship. In no time, she pulls out her wide phone, setting it in the polished counter and taking a seat in an empty barstool. The stool doesn't creak under her weight. He speaks.

"Gyuri."

Jimin's hand instantly starts shaking on the rag, which he clenches tighter in his fist. He expected Gyuri to return sometime during the last week to explain her rules, but she hadn't returned for days. 

Until now, in the late hours of a Friday night. 

As he stares at her evil form, he realizes something. Nothing in the garbage level today sickened him more than he is sickened now by Gyuri's rotten presence. If I knew she couldn't hurt Hoseok, I'd spray this cleaner in her eyes right now. Right. Fucking. Now.

"Aren't you going to ask if I need a drink?" Her dark eyes raise from the phone, her mouth as placid as ever. Tone stiff, pupils uncharted. The neon blue sign to her right shines across her high cheekbones, giving her features an uneven glimmer of shadows and angles. Jimin hates every part of it.

"Do you want a drink." He says.

She laughs the dewy, throated choke. "I'll take a Coke. But I won't pay for it. You will."

Jimin's jaw clenches at her audacity. He can't let her have the pleasure of seeing him upset though--she already saw him cry the last time she saw him. If he wants any chance of getting through this with the least amount of carnage, he has to play into her hand. At first, I'll do everything she says, like a good boy. Then I'll fucking get her back. This time, I fucking will.

"Okay, Gyuri." Jimin obeys, robotically going through the motions of filling a glass with ice and then Coke from the tap. She watches him closely the entire time. When he's finished, he rings it up, pays for it, and hands it off to her. "Here you are."

She doesn't say thank you.

Her lithe fingers grip around the glass and she sips once at the straw. Jimin watches as her fingers tap tap tap tap against the glass, her nails chiming impatiently. Then, without warning, she slides the glass off of the counter fast. The Coke glass crashes to the floor next to her, shattering instantly. During the act, her eyes never leave his face as if saying, 'this is what will happen to you if you mess up, Jimin. I'll destroy you. You don't want that, do you?'

A few customers stare at the puddle of Coke and glass now on the floor. With the attention on her, Gyuri's face quickly shifts into one of apologetic innocence. She hops off of the barstool, hands coming up demurely to her red lips. She covers her mouth in shock, bowing her head low in feigned embarrassment. One man who passes tells her it's alright, it wasn't your fault, honey. 

Jimin stares, cursing her acting skills.

"Hey! Go clean that up Jimin!" Soobin yells at his frozen form. "The poor woman is standing there in that mess."

Numbly, Jimin turns his head to face Soobin, aware that Gyuri is watching him. "Okay. I will clean up the mess."

As if possessed by a zombie, Jimin grabs the broom and dustpan under the counter and drags himself around the bar. Soobin approaches Gyuri's spot at the counter, motioning towards her.

"Hey, young lady." Soobin nods at her when she points to herself and raises a brow. "Don't worry about the glass, it happens all the time. I'll get you another one, right away. What was it you had?"

Gyuri grins extravagantly, the epitome of feminine grace and clandestine manipulation. "A Coke. I had a Coke...thank you, sir. I'm sorry about the glass."

No, you're not. Jimin leans down, sweeping monotonously at the hunks of glass. The bubbly Coke drips off the end of the wire broom, and in his haste, his black work shoes get sprayed with the soft drink. Fuck you, Gyuri. Fuck you.

"Again, don't worry ma'am. It's a glass, not a child. I'll fetch you a new one right away." Soobin nods at Gyuri, making up the fresh Coke for the lying woman right away. She takes it with an air of gratuity, her blond braids swinging bashfully...almost flirtaciously. Soobin winks before he walks away, attending to another customer at the bar.

As Jimin painstakingly mops up the Coke on the ground, he senses another item falling his way. He braces for another glass, flinching into the side of an unoccupied barstool as the item descends. When the object hits the ground, he shuts his eyes, expecting to be sprayed with Coke and littered with broken glass. Instead, nothing happens.

He opens his eyes to a small slip of paper...a business card. It sits at the edge of the existing Coke pile, its corner soaking up the substance. Jimin reaches over and picks it up. 

"I better see you then." Gyuri speaks from somewhere, but Jimin is too busy studying the card.

It's a business card, one of her father's. By the sleek red ink on the thick cardstock paper, Jimin feels out of place as he reads Yoon Kyungsoo, CEO. Below her father's name is contact information stacked on the tiny card with the utmost care. 

As Jimin looks at the paper, he feels like the business card is a warning. It's Gyuri's way of saying don't make the wrong choice, because I'll have HIM deal with you, Jimin. I'll have HIM hurt your friend and ruin another person's life on his long list.

"What...what is this?" He speaks out, but doesn't receive a response. Jimin raises his head from the ground to see Gyuri stepping out of Radon's side exit, not looking back. Her purple jumper flashes briefly through the glass door before melting away into the night. Why did she leave?

Jimin wonders if the purpose of her visit was solely to break a glass, piss him off, and go. It doesn't seem too far off from what Gyuri would do, he thinks. Groaning, he pushes himself off the floor and grabs the broom. As he does so, he spots the handwriting on the back of the business card.

It's her writing. Definitely by the miniature, pristine scrawl and the way her handwriting seems to be as stiff and featureless as her soul. It looks like a computer typed it up...perfectly printed and not a character out of order.

"Hey, where did that girl go?" Soobin returns, interrupting his view of the back of the card. He motions at the untouched glass of soda on the bar counter. "Isn't she going to drink her Coke?"

"No." 

Soobin rolls his eyes, but doesn't ask Jimin anything more. Jimin feels grateful--it's hard enough pretending that he doesn't have a fucking sociopath bitch on his back for Jungkook, but to pretend for all his coworkers? That would be even worse. Jackson already knows to keep an eye out for her, but not why. Jimin has also told Yeonjun that she's a straggler to watch out for because of her unpredictability.

Unpredictable is right...but what did she write here? Jimin reads through the back of the business card, confusion blurring his understanding. On the back is an address in Seoul, a time, and a day. Nothing more, nothing less. It creeps him out.

"What the fuck...wait, what day is that? Wait-"

Jimin yanks out his phone, checking the date. With a sour pit in his stomach, he repockets his phone, slamming a fist on the counter. "Damn it!"

"Jimin, what's the matter?" Yeonjun returns, smelling lightly of cigarette smoke. His hands are full of stirring rods, plastic drink umbrellas, and other stock items.

"Nothing." Jimin shoves the business card in his pocket, his mood plummeting to a mope. The date listed on the card is in two days. This Sunday, in the late evening. If he wants to be back in Seoul by that time, he's going to have to leave Jungkook's house four hours earlier than planned. How will I explain it to him? Fuck this...I don't even know what this address is for! Her movie shoot? I'll fucking shoot her-

"You sure nothing's wrong?" Yeonjun is studying him suspiciously, eyeing the Coke splattered on his shoes. Jimin nods.

"I'm sure." That Gyuri is going to pay for this.

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A/N!

SO! 

Hi everyone! Did you notice the chapter titles? They aren't Morse Code anymore (I got through the alphabet) but they are related to Pluto97...can you guess what they mean? 

Hahah!

Also...I want to kill Gyuri too, using my bare hands with the nice audial backtrack of UGH! (bass-boosted) inside of Radon with people cheering me on. Can you make it happen? Please make it happen.

LOVE U ALL btw and updating this story is the fav part of my day. :)

~dizzy izzy~