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Darkness, settled in, a chill taking over. The harsh winter air nipped at Jisung's exposed skin, which was most of him.

He was lost and scared. His body property of Dr. Frankenstein now. Naked. Mangled. Deformed. Cold. So cold...

He ran to a street corner, slipping on the ice, twisting his ankle, falling on his new tail his fingers numb as he gingerly assessed the damage.

Ugh, the cherry on top of a horrible day.

Voices-

Adrenaline hit.

There was no way he'd let them drag him back. He wouldn't let them take his dead body.

He's as good as dead like this anyways.

"You didn't get him a Christmas present, Chan!" A deep voice said.

He had nowhere to run or hide, he could only pray that the thick cold snowflakes would act as coverage.

"Changbin I-" a smooth voice started to respond.

The taller of the two made eye contact with him. His breathing faltered.

"Whatcha doin' out here kid?" The smooth voice asked him, approaching slowly, crouching down.

Jisung's eyes blew wide, panicking, he started backing away, cutting his palm on a sharp strip of ice.

The two friends exchanged a look before the shorter one pulled off his coat and offered it to him. The taller pulling out a tissue to clot his wound.

The street light reflecting off his metal dog tags.

He was being cared for. Jisung almost forgot what that was like.

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