*I don't know much about Korean history so please don't critisize me but, teach me about it.* 

Correct me if I'm wrong! Thank you!

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Republic of Korea: South Korea; Seoul 

May 1, 2013 

                              Jung Daehyun;

Hyung! We have to see the temple!", Junhong pleaded Daehyun who grimaced.

"But, I have to help my grandfather with the paper work.", he hesitated, avoiding Junhong's pleading eyes. The rest of the group rolled their eyes, getting their equipment out of the trunk, prepared to inspect the painting that was recently found. 

"Fine..", Daehyun grumbled, hopping into the car. Daehyun wasn't really the sociable type, to be honest he would rather do paper work with his grandfather. As the president's grandson, he wasn't exactly allowed to go outside due to the sudden death of his father that was killed 10 years ago. He looked out at the window and sighed with defeat. grabbing his bag and noteboo, jumping carelessly out of the van, catching up with the rest of the B.A.P. 

Youngjae nudged Daehyun, raising his brows up and down, "So...you are interested..", he teased, constantly poking his side.

Daehyun rolled his eyes and gently flicked Youngjae's fingers away from him, "Yes I am." 

As they walked into the small temple, an old man suddenly appeared, scaring Himchan to death. "Holy shhii..!!" Yongguk cracked up patting the poor Himchan that trembled from ahjusshi's sudden appearance. 

"Ahjusshi, sorry is there a bathroom here? This poor guy is going to pee on his pants.", Himchan threw a look at Yongguk, punching Yongguk by the arm. 

"Ahjusshi! Don't mind his stupidity.." 

Daehyun watched from afar, inspecting every painting, statues, and old artifacts that were about 1,000 years old. He noticed the fox painting that was displayed farther back, curiously walking close to it. Observing the painting, and the texture of the art. His lips twisted, crossing his arms. He beckoned Youngjae and Zelo over to take a look at the mysterious painting. 

"Look there, the white fox.", Daehyun pointed bluntly. Youngjae squinted to take a look at the script that was written from the side. 

"Hyung what does it say?", Junhong squited even closer, looking at the script. 

"Young men.Is this what you're interested in?", he croaked, pointing his fragile fingers at the mysterious painting. Daehyun nodded, waiting for the old man's explanation. Youngjae pulled out his notebook preparing to write down notes to put in the article. Yongguk stood by as Hmchan asked question. Jongup just chewed on his sausage as Zelo stared at the old man, mind blown.

"This was about a fox spirit that was devasted  with her loved one's death. So she terrorized the whole kingdom. Her grandmother sealed her inside this painting, to keep her from corrupting the world with her powers."  

Astounded, the group nodded with awe from the deep story hidden behind this painting, "Some say there's a way to set her free." the old man mysteriously waved his fingers around. 

"How?", Zelo hopped up and down. 

"Her love has to recite a poem.", he handed the copy of the poem down, making them anxious. 

"Her love but, isn't he dead? So it's impossible.", Yongguk remarked. 

"It's called reancarination.", the old man glared, lightly slapping Yongguk behind the head. 

"Can we try?", Jongup stuffed the sausage in his mouth. He got a few glares from his hyungs, slowly tucking his head. 

The old man shrugged and motioned him to go on. 

"Daehyun go first?" 

"No way!", Daehyun frantically rejected the offer, handing the poem back to the old man. The rest of the group chuckled patting Daehyun's back in a mocking way. 

"Daehyun-ah!", Himchan coeed his name, "Just tell us if you're afraid. And wait. Don't tell me you think this stuff is real!"  A burst of laughter was released as it slowly put down Daehyun. He glared at his friends as he shoved Himchan's hand aside. 

"Let's see you do it.", he growled, shoving the poem towards Himchan's face. He felt like fire was burning inside of him, as if something was going to explode. Well there certainly was going to explode and it was Jongup who needed to ues the bathroom. 

"Fine, during the night we shall do this in the night!", he emphatized each word, causing Daehyun to stare at his hyung with annoyance. Even Yongguk had no idea what he wanted to prove with this. 

"Himchan, there's no point. Her 'Love' is dead and you still want to do this?". he asked grabbing him on the collar. 

"That's the point he's dead, so why don't we just try it?" 

The group looked back at each with an uneasy expression. Youngjae took a glance at Daehyun who was looking worriedly at the poem. Daehyun started to the side of his lips, causing Youngjae to frown a bit. Himchan swung his arms across Youngjae's shoulder, causing him to flash an unwelcoming look at Himchan. Himchan grimaced, slowly putting his arms to himself. 

"So Deal?", he cleared his throat, putting his hand out for an agreement. Surprisingly the first to shake his hands was Daehyun. 

"D-Daehyun, your going to do it?", they asked doubtful. Look at him as if he was the craziest person alive, excluding Himchan. Daehyun gripped on Himchan's hand, wincing at the tight grip. 

"If something happens here..", he looked at him on the eye, "I'm going to kick-your-." 

Himchan nervously chuckled, fixing himself together. 

"Deal." 

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"Are you guys ready? Daehyun will be the last to go." Himchan announced. The old man squinted as he fixed a look at Himchan. There was so much stupidity the boys had that is was overwhelming for the old men that guard the temple to watch. But, they couldn't help but, see what will happen. 

"I'll go first.", Himchan insisted putting the poem before his eyes. 

6 minutes later.... 

"Now you're next.", Yongguk patted his shoulders. Daehyun's heart beated so fast that he felt like he was going to collapse. 

"Okay here it goes....", he winced from the paper. Before he could open his mouth, a strong gust of wind flew before them. 

"Love exists not to judge one's self but to trust unto one another." 

He cringed down at he short poem, taking a small peek out of the old paper. Nothing really much happened, it was really a waste of time reading a poem on such an intimidating paiting of a fox Deahyun let out a relieved sigh, collapsing on the ground. Even Himchan let out a sigh, realizing he was dead meat. 

"Okay are you satisfied now?", Daehyun looked back at Himchan with his brow up. He couldn't help but, let out a smile. 

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"Go to sleep Zelo! Stop using your phone!", Youngjae nudged Junhong on the arm, burying himself in the blankets. Junhong's screen was so bright that it was even brighter than the lamps that were given to them. Yongguk snatched Zelo's phone away from him, throwing it aside. He gave Junhong a stern look so he didn't get the chance to whine. 

Daehyun was still outside, looking at the stars. Counting as much as he can till his eyes. Close. 

"I wonder when the fun stuff starts.."