pellucid. + jhs.

shisi

"hobi..?"

"hm?"

"i have to go to a therapist."

"really? why?"

"because..."

—she hops off the long log
and stares at hoseok with
mixed expressions.

"my mother thinks i might
be going mental."

—hoseok furrows his eyebrows.

"why? you're not going
mental."

"she says... she
says that you don't
exist."

—hoseok smile drops.

"she did?"

"yes...
she keeps telling
me you're just a figment
of my imagin—"

—hoseok's eyes get dark.

"hobi?"

"don't believe her. she's
pure black and brown.
black and brown is no
good!"

"h–hobi? please calm—"

—hoseok grabs jae's shoulders.

"don't listen, she's like
her, she's ruining everything,
don't you see! she's ruining
everything, she is lying!"

—hoseok's grip on her shoulders
gets tighter.

"h–hobi, you're
h-hurting me...!"

"hurt? she's hurting us!
don't believe her, i'm real,
okay? i wouldn't be right here,
if i wasn't okay, jae? jae,
I M R E A L !"

"hoseok, stop!"

—jae breaks free and
runs away.

"jae, wait!"