[ he stands by the window with a cigarette in his mouth, neon skyline alight like fire; and he seems so strange, standing there in the dark.

'can i have some of that?' hongbin murmurs, unable to think of anything to say. it's nights like this, when the moon is burned out and the sky never darkens, that hongbin feels it the most: a yearning in his heart that tells him: this room, this city, was never meant for them.

taekwoon holds out the cigarette, his shoulders slumped. he doesn't say anything, for he doesn't have to, it's all in his eyes. one burning question:

what do you say we get out of here? ]

For the boys with neon lit eyes and hands out-stretched, ready to take on the world one dark wave at a time
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