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Minseok figured he wasn't like the other kids.
Too cold. Every inch of his body was frigid like ice, and the heat was like his personal kryptonite. He craved winter, snow, the bitter cold of a December night. That was his favorite. The other kids looked at him weirdly like he was from another planet, like he was a type of thing completely unheard and unknown to them.
20 years. For two decades, Minseok didn't know why his skin tingled and his muscles weakened when it was too hot, or why the iciest winter mornings could never faze him, no matter the conditions Minseok was in.
He didn't know until he was taken away at the dawn of one morning.
Minseok figured he wasn't like the other kids.
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