He hadn't even wandered as deeply as he usually did before there was a barely-audible thud, and someone dropped from the tree in front of him.
A hood, green clothes, and boots that didn't make a sound in the underbrush.
They blended in, and yet they also stood out, not like a sore thumb, but like a knife in the midst of flowers.
Dangerous, alluring. Chaotic temptation.
Seductive, enticing, as if Hoseok was Aurora and Hemlock was the spinning wheel spindle, calling Hoseok, enchanting him to come closer and take a look, just the slightest touch.
Hoseok didn't stand a chance.
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Hemlock - Jung Hoseok
Mystery / Thriller"Are you good or bad?" ~ "Why do they call you Hemlock?" "Call it a nickname." "Can I trust you?" "What do you think? You know, there's more than one type of Hemlock. 50/50 chance." "I don't have another choice." ~ Hemlock Tsuga Si...
