✷ A mythical world, with sparkling blue waters and fantastical beings. Follow Jisung as he uncovers the secrets of the deep blue. ✷
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"Merpeople can have vendettas?" Jisung gasps."For centuries? Can't you repent for that shit?!"
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It's not much of a surprise when Jisung gets ready the following morning with one goal in mind: to get answers.
Minho's knowledge may not be backed by tangible credibility or research (to Jisung's knowledge), but the library books he's read have led him virtually nowhere.
Right now, Minho's librarian knowledge is the best bet. No doubt Minho is smart, and no doubt he reads a lot. There's got to be a myriad of things that Minho knows that Jisung doesn't—and well, today's the day to learn those things.
Call him crazy, call him an optimist, but Jisung is certain that there is something new Minho can teach him today. There has to be.
When Jisung arrives at Minho's house several minutes early, he finds that it's the most gorgeous architectural piece he's ever seen; a true work of art.
15 Phoenix Place looks to be crafted from a series of intertwining purple-leaved trees—an ancient tree breed known as the Faeirefir.
A delicate staircase of vibrant oak wood leads up to the door and the porch that winds around the trunk of the tree in a circular shape. The whole house seems to be crafted from the very living tree itself, with the purple leaves providing an ethereal canopy to the building beneath.
Minho's front door, too, is a pretty violet color, standing in stark contrast to the home's white walls and the pale brown tree bark. The light that shines down through the canopy of leaves bathes the house in a mystical, almost magical aura, making it seem like something straight out of a fairytale.
Vegetation lines the fences on the staircase, the porch, and even on the balcony of the second-and-third floor; sprouting purple, blue, and white flowers tangled in green ash rowan leaves.
A golden light shines inside Minho's house, signaling to Jisung that someone's home. So, he rings the bell.
Almost immediately after he does, the door opens and Minho steps out, a broad smile—a fucking smile on his face.
