Beomgyu returned to the living room, sitting back down.
"Taehyun told me he's feeling ill, so he's in the bathroom for a bit." Beomgyu lied. But it wasn't clear.
"Oh, alright. Must've been a rotten tomato, huh?" Kai frowned, once again concerned.
They continued would you rather for a while, ignoring the mess of themselves, the floor. Beomgyu ignored the mess of his horrible mind.
"What we're you cooking, Yeonjun?" Soobin suddenly asked.
"I was making pasta, but not anymore. Why?"
"What's that smell?"
Yeonjun, smelling the air with a quiet "hm", got up to investigate the smell one of you'd smell on bonfire night, with a twinge of metal.
He crouched beside the oven. Fire.
"Get an extinguisher, quick!"
Yeonjun shot up, just to see them all standing and staring at him.
"This is your fault. You didn't pay attention." Soobin said.
"Guys-- The--"
Fire spread. High.
And Yeonjun was gone.
Only then, did they retrieve the extinguisher. But the fire continued, just less.
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Can't You See Me? - My take on the lore.
FanfictionMy view of CYSM, specifically with possible inclusions of other lore snippets.