[Iz*one Horror Story; English]   What is seen shall never be trusted easily  

Wonho was giggling like a child and he couldn’t sleep and looked at Wonho “What is it hyung?” “Hyungwon, do you know your gay name?” Hyungwon was taken aback at the sudden question.

There are three pauses in Hyungwon's life. The one before ten years slip between his fingers on the edge of a skyscraper, the two sets of eyelids his hand brushes closed under the flash of headlights on the street, and the three words he tapes onto a pen placed into a brown box that lights up a smile on a black-vested sentry who wants to reverse the clockwork scars bleeding out his chest.

Back slid up against the door, heart thudding in his ears, Hoseok thinks how garbage of a human being he must be to hurt someone like Hyungwon.

Hyungwon may be stubborn, may pretend he doesn't care, but in the end he always comes home. Into the arms of the man who loves him dearly and just can't live without Hyungwon's blood, but more so without Hyungwon himself.