The Little Fragments Of A Constellation And A Regressor

Part I

Somewhere in the space. On an old and rusty bullet train. Inside there, a man sat there, dreaming.

What kind of dream?

A dream where he is happy, when he isn't.

A dream where he's with his family in their big house.

A dream where they were alive and doing well with their lives.

But he can't.

He can never have that peace along with his found family.

He's stuck in a damn train as a constellation.

Its a price he had to pay.

He can only yearn for their touch.

Watch over them by his dreams.

Long for their soft whispers.

And weep for their sorrows.

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"What the fuck?" Joohyuk exclaimed as he continued to stare at the blue screen.

There were also people along with him, though, he knows none of them.

But he's sure that he's still here in Korea, just by looking at the interior of this old bullet train. Yet, the outside is lost somewhere in space.

"Who are you?" Hyunsung he inquiried, he seems to be in his guard with bloodlust written over his expression.

Joohyuk stands in his guard as well, you never know if someone is a foe or a friend.

There are two quiet ones in the background, one of them clearly observes his surroundings whole the other is getting anxious from this whole ordeal.

Hyunsung isn't that compose when it comes to strangers. He learns well from his mistakes.

Though, Joon can't help but be wary with anyone surrounding him. Especially, the one with the most calm composure he could tell.

He wanted to get out of here quickly. Joon can't even see or hear his master!

Hajin needs to be wary and observe these people. He might get a hint or two on getting their weak points, he can't be too sure if they'll do anything to him, for now.

As of now, none of these four lads started pointing their specialties to one another.

The bright blue screen pops up another notification:

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How this screen spoke is quite inaudible judging from how it talks.

"Where am I?" Hyunsung asks, he needs to know. This might be a chance for an escape this place.

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The screen doesn't reply his question.

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"How can we trust you?" this time, it's Hajin. His eyes is full of distrust and wariness.

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None of them could figure out how this screen had a mind of its own. It's like a missing piece of mystery they needed to figure out.

But what could possibly go wrong if they oblige what that screen said?

Despite the uneasiness, Joon step up and said, "I'll go then." though, he's not entirely sure. "If anything happens, I won't hold myself back and face whatever that is."