It wasn't supposed to be like this; the world. The world was a place meant for good, happiness, love. Not everyone was in favor for love, for to them, love was disgusting, infectious, a disease.

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The year is 2080, Kyungsoo makes his way down the corridor to where the federal's all sit at the well known assignment table. The doe eyed boy exhales shakily, the feeling of nervousness settling at the pit of his stomach. "H-Hello." He stutters, fiddling with his thumbs under the sleeves of his jacket, his head hangs low and his eyes remain closed as he hears them murmur. Them being the cause of all of this; The cause of him having to be assigned a lover rather than find true love on his own; The cause of true love being 'illegal'; The cause of his fears and anxiety.

"Do Kyungsoo, correct?" A man with a skinny, pale frame speaks, to which Kyungsoo silently nods. He's signaled to follow the young man into a separate room, where a tall boy with a well built frame already sits. Kyungsoo observes as the boy looks up at him, a jolt of anxiety filling him as he looks at his every detail. The way his autumn brown hair reaches just above his dark brown eyes and covers most of his big ears. He can't help but notice the cold darkness in those already dark eyes, them making him feel somewhat intimidated and afraid. It isn't until the boy stands up and offers Kyu