“It’s been a month,” Jooheon pouts, squinting his eyes accusingly towards the wooden cabin in the distance. He huffs out a breath, readjusting his position on the branch. He shifts about, moving until he hangs upside down with only his legs—and powerful thighs—gripping the rough bark. Hyungwon picks at his nails, entirely nonplussed by his dongsaeng’s whining.

“Just how can someone stay in a house for a whole month straight???” the younger goes on to say.

“You know humans these days,” Hyungwon sighs, shaking his cherry blossom hair out from his stormy-grey eyes. “If you give them enough food, they can stay somewhere for years without going outside…” His shoulders deflate as he thinks of how different things were just four centuries ago. Humans used to worship the ground he walked on, but now he’d be lucky if he even got a second glance from all these nonbelievers.

But, this human is different…