Closing In: The Astral Under the Nether Mask

Closing In: The Astral Under the Nether Mask

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[REPOSTED] Wonwoo has always thought his secret is safe, he never doubted that even once, until Mingyu arrived at his doorstep with the most intimidating smirk expected from a purebred Nether, a quick sniff in the air followed by a shuddering whisper, "How much of a Demon are you?"
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There was a time when Kim Mingyu thought he'd spend his whole life by Jeon Wonwoo's side. When they were six, it was pinky promises and scraped knees. At ten, it was sleepovers, shared secrets, and warm smiles over convenience store ice cream. And at twelve, it stopped. No warning. No fight. Just a silence that stretched six years wide. Mingyu didn't know what he'd done wrong. All he knew was that one day, his best friend stopped looking at him like he mattered. Now at eighteen, Mingyu is everything people expect him to be-tall, popular, good at everything. A golden boy with a golden smile. And Wonwoo? He's distant. Quiet. A ghost in the halls who only seems to let one person close: Kwon Soonyoung. They live just two doors apart in the same school dorm. But they might as well be worlds away. What Wonwoo does not know is that Mingyu never really stopped waiting. Waiting for a glance. A word. A reason. Anything that would explain why the boy who used to protect him like a secret suddenly vanished behind cold eyes and clipped nods. And then, one night, something breaks. Something shifts. A scent, a moment, a closeness too dangerous to name.

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