~How can I make you stay?~

Wooyoung had always delighted in the dark shadows as a child. He marveled at the sneaky nature of the oily, black writhing masses, and gazed and gasped in admiration as other children shrieked and cried.  

It must have been him being so unusual, so exceptionally remarkable that fate decided to pick him. 

The rather adorable male had been in middle school when the true origins of the world decided to unmask their true forms to him. 

It had been a quite normal day- albeit too bright and cheerful for Wooyoung's tastes. The shadows refused to even budge on days like these. They remained still, the dark tune they danced to silent, the eerie pictures he often saw interlocked in the shadows cowering under the blanket of blank darkness. The vexed boy was stonily crossing in the school yard, forehead scrunched up as the music in his ears refused to fully block out the screeching noises of life all around him. And the peels of the bright life taunted him, forcing him to cross the sidewalks to the old trees and trample the green grass to his usual spot in the tiny forest of trees hiding him from school supervision. Wooyoung tossed himself onto the grass, relying on the shade of the crusty branches to block the dreaded sun from touching his white face. Except the shade he felt shielding him was sporting a different feel from the normal dead blanket that fell upon his face. This one was oily and slick, quesy as it slid across his face. 'When did the shadows from tree branches slither around?'  And Wooyoung's eyes snapped open, sitting upright, rigid, as his shifty eyes squinted at the canopy of the thick masses of green leaves. The air tasted different as well. And the world was too uncannily quiet, the birds dead silent and the chatter from voices from the school buildings muffled to a mute murmur. And the song playing on his headphones had mysteriously shut off by themselves. Slow goosebumps trickled on the back on his neck, cold streaming down his arms in his veins. It was like time had frozen. Or... 

Maybe just the bright side of life. For the previously blank shadows began wiggling again, but this sight did not comfort the boy- the shadows were no longer dancing to their music, but a crazed music- it was akin to an evil music that contorted their calm shapes and forced them to dance like puppets. Wooyoung stiffened, careful not to brush his fingers with the shadows like his insticts desired to do. Instead, the poreclain beauty experimently unfolded his stiff back bones. He could move. A frown won its way onto Wooyoung's face. He could see his classmates inside the murky windows frozen, mouthes still, chest not breathing. Panic arose sharply in the boy's chest. Yet he remained calm, for the unknown threat was apparently, in Wooyoung's logic, too great for the rest of the world to catch up to. And Wooyoung remained still for minutes, but since the uneasy calm retained its stillness, the boy risked himself moving into a standing position. And that was exactly when a great bang of a powerful gun rang out, and a thud sounded awfully close to the fair male. Out of his peripheral vision, a black blur screamed its blood curling scream as it went down and broke its neck on the ground. The loud crack of rattling thick bones told the boy that much. Wooyoung's alarm and not knowing how to handle the situation paved way for footsteps to crunch their way towards the doll-like teen and the writhing mass of carmine blood, black shadows, and seeping life source pooling and staining the grass. The footsteps were now crescendoing, voices distinctly clearing to two vo