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Wonderland

So we went on our way
Too in love to think straight
All alone, or so it seemed
But there were strangers watching
And whispers turned to talking

When I think about how it started, I don't remember the first words.
I remember the way everything blurred.

That night, the lights were too bright, and my suit was too tight, and I'd been told—once again—to smile like I belonged here. At my family's gala, hosted in one of our downtown hotels, every glass clink and forced laugh echoed through my skull.

That was when I saw him.

Leaning against the far wall in all black, champagne in one hand, smirk in place. A deviant, a myth in the underground circles—Han Dongmin, though no one called him that. To me, even then, he was Taesan. Something out of reach. Dangerous. Beautiful.

He caught me looking. Didn't look away.

We didn't fall all at once.

It started in whispers, in shared cigarettes on the rooftop of my father's office tower, in near-touches that made my heart stutter.

"Careful," I told him once as we stood too close.

"I don't do careful," he replied, brushing a finger down my sleeve like it didn't mean anything.

But it did. Everything with him did.

He brought me to the edge of his world, a place that glittered not with wealth but with rebellion. The abandoned hotel suite downtown became our hiding place. He kept a mattress on the floor, paint peeling from the walls, but the way he looked at me there made me feel like royalty.

"I could get used to this," I murmured once, curled beside him.

"You say that like you don't already crave it," he said.

And he was right.

The world with him was like Wonderland—terrifying, consuming, but thrilling.
We got lost in it. We let ourselves believe it could last.

But the world noticed. They always do.

It started with whispers. My mother's eyes narrowing. My father's questions turning cold. I tried to be smarter. Quieter.

It didn't matter.

He came to me one night with blood on his knuckles and anger in his voice. "They sent someone after me."

"What?" I froze.

"Your father," he said bitterly. "He made a call. He wants me out of your life."

My throat closed up. "I never wanted this."

"But you're not doing anything to stop it, are you?"

That hurt. It hurt because it was true.

I distanced myself. Not because I wanted to, but because fear tastes like betrayal when you're too afraid to fight. But he kept showing up. Always. With that same gaze like I was the only thing real in his life.

And then came the night everything cracked.

"You should go," I told him one night, tears in my voice. "They're going to destroy you."

He stood by the window of the abandoned hotel suite we always snuck into. Moonlight cut across his jaw. He didn't look at me.

"Let them try."

"You don't understand, Taesan—"

"I do," he whispered. "I understand everything. I understand what it's like to want something so badly you'd burn your world to hold it."

I flinched.

"And what if I'm not brave enough?" I asked.

He turned, crossed the room in two strides, and cupped my cheek.

"Then I'll be brave for both of us."

After that night, I stopped fighting it.

We spiraled—headfirst, heart-first—into the danger we'd tried to outrun. I laughed more. Slept less. Held him tighter. Even when we were kissing like the world didn't exist, there was always something behind it. Something ticking.

We were too in love to think straight.
And the world was watching.
And we didn't care.

Until the day I found out they were sending me away.

My family had arranged a trip—"school abroad," they said. "A clean slate." A separation. A threat disguised as a gift.

I didn't tell him right away.

Instead, we drove at night, his hands on the wheel, wind roaring through the open windows. He looked at me once and said, "You're scared."

I nodded.

"Of what?"

"Losing you."

He reached across the gear shift and took my hand.

"Then don't."

But I did.

I told him everything the next day. I told him I was leaving. That I had no choice.

And for once, Taesan didn't fight it.

He just stared. And whispered, "You always have a choice."

I shook my head.

And he walked away.

I didn't cry when he left. I cried the next night, when I stood at the airport gate, alone, my boarding pass in my hand, and his name in my throat.

"Final boarding call," the speakers said.

And something inside me broke.

I ran. Out of the terminal. Into the night. The city lights blinding. My breath catching in my chest.

I ran to him.

To the abandoned hotel. To our place. I threw the door open—

He was there. Like he knew.

He looked up.

"You didn't go," he whispered.

I shook my head, trembling. "I couldn't."

He crossed the room. Grabbed me. Kissed me like the world was ending and we were the only ones left.

"I knew you'd come back," he said.

I laughed. "Don't get cocky."

He grinned. "Too late."

We didn't have a plan.
We just ran.
No more fake names. No more rules. Just Taesan and Leehan. Han Dongmin and Kim Donghyun.

Just us.

And as we sped out of the city in his car, headlights cutting through the night, his hand found mine. And he said, "Wonderland wasn't the place. It was you."

And I believed him.