Gossamer - Discontinued

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Jisung's house was quiet when he opened the door, and he wrinkled his nose at the smell of sterilization and the faint, faint smell of his parents. They'd bleached the already sparkling house to the point Jisung was surprised it hadn't washed away his scent entirely.

Even the outside was pristine, to the point it almost looked like a house frozen in time. Cold and white with black, sleek furnishings. The note on the refrigerator was the only thing slightly out of place, but even that was on white paper with black writing.

Welcome home Jisung. Get your homework done and go to bed early tonight. We will be checking the cameras.
Love,
Mom and Dad.

Jisung sighed and went to his desk in the study, a sleek white surface with everything perfectly neat. Waving at the camera in the corner, aimed at his desk, he took out his work and began to calculate the math problems, getting them done in no time.

That was the only homework he had, so he packed it back up and reorganised his desk. Then he walked into the kitchen and took out a bowl of leftover bibimbap out, heating it up in the microwave.

When it was done, he went over to the table and ate quickly, not daring to even touch his phone.

Then he went over to the couch and held up the remote. "One hour of television starts now." He uttered, turning on the television for brain-numbing programs.

Sure enough, after exactly one hour, the television shut down and Jisung went into the study, finding a book to read. Choosing one at random, he sighed.

He'd read it twice already, but with little else to do in the house, he'd read all the books in the study at least once - not counting the Bible his parents made him read every week.

But in a house where toys weren't allowed, instead Jisung had taught himself multiple different languages and read the black and white books.

Taking The Ninth House, he walked out and up the stairs to his room, putting the book down on his neatly made bed and pulled out his pyjamas, black and white pyjamas.

Everything in his house was black and white - even shades of grey weren't allowed. Sighing, Jisung went into the restroom and took a shower, changing into his clothes and making sure everything was in order before taking the black pill bottle and knocking two of the pills, labelled as melatonin, into his hand and swallowing them without water.

Then he walked out into his bed, going under the white duvet and black silk sheets and opened his book, knowing at eight o'clock on the dot the lights would turn off and he would be left with only the little red dots of his surveillance cameras to keep him company.

Jisung got through the first three chapters before the lights turned off, but he was so sleepy that he didn't resist and instead just fell asleep, curling up and holding a pillow.

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"Sicheng, come to bed," Yuta murmured, going up to the fifth floor to see the younger boy's laboratory still in motion.

"It's only going to take a few more minutes," Sicheng replied, his voice muffled by the mask he was wearing.

"You said that an hour ago," Yuta said, and Sicheng looked at him just as something began to release steam, and Sicheng rushed over, taking off the lid and letting the steam billow out, smelling foul but strangely comforting as well. "More suppressants?"

"Renjun's practically maxed out, he's taking eight a day. He'll run out soon."

"You realise he has two mates right?"