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Despite what people say, death is not as bad as it may seem. Sure you will not be able to be amongst your beloved ones, yet a whole new world opens up for your tired and glassy eyes to discover. A sky doused in grey and blue and butterflies with dead wings, skeleton-like, bony but with a layer of satin all over.

It is not as lonely as one may think, Daehyun would say. Sure, the warmth of another will not be felt ever again but friendship surpasses the shallow values of those alive, touch does not mean much to those beneath the surface, hands without skin and open guts yet a heart which does not beat but feel and break.

And even holds feelings anew.

Daehyun loves the world he walks, an artificial moon lighting the cold, windy nights, the dead chattering as if alive, a whole new world to discover it is indeed.

The life of the dead, hidden from the eyes of the living above yet it caught up to those human standards. Houses with loving families, vintage mansions, and gathering places, it was much like earth, like the place where the sun still shone.

Yet, Daehyun's young heart was craving for more, and the mischievous boy he was, sneaking up above with his friends was surely always an adventure.

Junhong, Yongguk, and he would never tell their families and friends, yet they enjoyed mingling with the living by day or by night, even if it was seen as inappropriate. And even if Yongguk's left arm was nothing more than bones, his ribs to be seen, and Junhong was all torn up midsection.

Daehyun though did have it better and did not have to cover himself up too much when visiting mankind. Daehyun's chest had a large cut, sawn together which was easy to hide beneath his clothing.

And despite being dead for some time, their pale skin did not stand out too much even if Junhong was as white as paper, the girls liked it and Junhong was not afraid to flirt with one or two of them when he and the other two were deceiving those people.

"But hyung, did you see her? Someone as pretty as her will never approach me again." Junhong whined as Yongguk was dragging him out of the convenience store where he had found another object of his interest.

"You always say that and end up with someone else the next day." Yongguk's voice echoed against the entrance of the underground as the trio went down the stairs. A Prussian blue glove was adorning Yongguk's left hand, his ribs hidden behind his black, long-sleeved shirt although it was in the mids of August but he did not feel the scorching sun blaring down on the surface of the earth.

Junhong was all bandaged up beneath his palm tree dress shirt which was tucked into the ripped skinny jeans he was wearing.

And Daehyun hadn't really done anything, his scar was not to be seen as he was wearing a