CW: Explicit language, physical violence, blood & gore, gun violence, panic attack, mentions of imprisonment, human experimentation, mentions of sexual acts, mentions of trauma, mentions of drug use.
Father Blossom cocks his double barrelled shotgun and aims at the first person to walk out of the decrepit chapel. A mass of black hair and dark eyes slips into his line of sight, and his hand wavers. His Children twitch and jerk restlessly as they cling onto the tail end of their high. It’s been a long night and their bloodlust is yet to be sated.
“Sweet thing. So you’ve finally come for a visit,” Blossom says, round spectacles flashing as he nudges them back up his nose. He steadies his grip on the shotgun, the weapon thrumming madly under his palms. Or maybe it’s his blood, pumping with his frenetic pulse. Anticipation sits heavy upon him, form taut and muscles flexing.
Rin doesn’t have time to warn the others and they find themselves trapped between the chapel and the congregation, with all exits barred by the zealous Children. The Roses drift in the cradle of their catatonia. Bucky keeps her arms spread, shielding them from the potential hail of shotgun pellets. Jun steps in beside Rin, hand snatching at his empty waist.
“Yeah, I did. But I’m not here for you, pet,” the Rat hums, flicking his hair over his shoulder. Though he tries to appear nonchalant, his eyes are fixed fast on the gun. He’s never seen one this big or stocky before. It looks as though it could kill him and everyone else here with just the first shot. “Didn’t realise you liked them so big. Are you compensating?”
Blossom sneers, crooked tooth poking out from between his lips. “I’m surprised you even know what it is. I keep it at hand in case a little rat decides to gnaw on my roses.”
“They already look gnawed on.” Rin narrows his eyes at the man, resting a hand upon a jutted out hip. “What did you do to them, Blossom?”
“I didn’t do anything. You only need to look at them to know that it’s all self-inflicted.”
“Bullshit.”
“Only yesterday you were the Madame’s favoured Rose. And now you betray her like this?” Father Blossom loosens his grip a tad, leaning back on his heels as he regards the raven with a narrow look. “When did you fall in love?”
Rin starts and his eyes automatically flit to Jun. Blushing, he glances back at Blossom, rubbing at his cheek with a scowl. “I didn’t. And anyway, this has nothing to do with her. We know what you’ve been doing here, Blossom. Or is it Euan Stone? You’re from the North, aren’t you? Some hotshot scientist who fucked up big time and immigrated to the East. Now you’re, what, Kahin’s dog? Or are you the Mother’s dog?” He pauses, raising his brows in faux surprise. “Don’t tell me you’re both?”
An explosion fractures the night. Heat scorches the barrels as molten pellets zip through the air, sending several Roses careening into rubble. Bucky’s arm is caught in the blast and she staggers back, clutching onto the wound as blood spurts through her fingers.
“Bucky!” Jun starts after her, but the sound of the freshly loaded shotgun being cocked freezes him to the spot. His hands curl into tight fists, trembling from the sheer force of his grip.
“I’m fine,” Bucky pants, glaring at Blossom with tempestuous greys. “Are you sure you want to kill us, Blossom? What will happen to your experiments if you have no subjects left?”
Reflective lenses hide the man’s eyes. The corner of his mouth lifts in a cold smirk. His finger flexes on the trigger. “The Madame will provide me with more. Think you are the first defective batch I have culled?”
“Why Roses?” Rin sneers, barely keeping his rage contained. “Why not use your pet dogs?”
“My Children are precious to me,” Blossom says, his voice as soft as ever. He licks his lips, leaving them wet and shiny. “Roses are nothing but lab rats. Discards to be recycled then burned.”
Jun clenches his jaw, shoulders tensing in tandem. “You’ve left them all in such a sorry state.” His breath shudders as he intakes, goldens dark and maddened. “I have never met a man more despicable than you.”
“Trust you me, boy. There are far more despicable men out there than I. Think that only my hand has been sullied by this…inelegant experiment? If I had it my way, I would have nothing to do with your Madame nor your Roses. As it were…” Blossom huffs through his nose with wry amusement. “We all have our masters and we must answer when they call.”
“Speak for yourself,” Rin scoffs. While Blossom had his attention fixed on Bucky and Jun, he inched his way towards the man. Now, he stands only a few feet away. Almost within kicking distance. “Not even Kahin’s magic could keep me under her control. You’re just a simpering bitch, slobbering away at your ‘master’s’ feet. Oh, I’ve been with men like you. Men who like to be whipped and stepped on. You know, it’s more embarrassing if you keep denying it.”
The shotgun swings towards the mouthy Rat. Blossom’s frigid eyes glare down the sights at him. “You will be the first I kill,” he drones, finger twitching in anticipation. “Which is a shame, because you truly are a beautiful specimen. I would have liked to watch you destroy that beauty yourself, but alas. I have much work to do tonight and so little time.”
Rin slings his hand behind his back and flicks his fingers towards the Church, hoping that at least Jun would see his message. All the while, he speaks loudly and obnoxiously. “That sounds like a lot of fun,” he hums, giving the man a coy look. “Why don’t we do that instead? I’ll let you run your experiments on me. Doesn’t that interest you? Excite you? These Roses? They’re too easy. It gets boring after a while, doesn’t it, pet?”
Jun catches those wiggling fingers. He sees how Father Blossom has his entire attention on Rin and his heart drops when he realises what the raven plans to do.
Glancing to Bucky, he sees her disregarding the threat altogether and trying to help the gunned down Roses. None of them seem to be alive, however, par one. She hauls this one onto his feet and keeps him propped up. The pain from her arm throbs distractedly, but she simply grits her teeth and pushes through it.
“Bucky.” The lord whispers to Bucky from the corner of his mouth. When those roiling greys latch onto him, he subtly passes on Rin’s message – a hand flick towards the Church. “When the time’s right.”
While she’s not one to abandon her comrades in the midst of danger, Bucky also has to be mindful of the fifteen-odd Roses who are entirely helpless. She gives the man a short nod, the flecks of blood on her pallid cheeks stark and vibrant.
“It does get boring,” Blossom agrees, tilting his head. “But aside from that pretty face of yours, I don’t see what else you can offer me.”
Rin bares his teeth in a grin. “Have you ever had a witch before?”
The older man stiffens, gaze spreading. His finger on the trigger relaxes. “A witch?”
“That’s right. Think Kahin’s the only one who has magic?”
“Is that so?” Interest raises his tone. “And what kind of magic do you possess?”
“I can make a man cry with my mouth alone.”
Blossom narrows his eyes. “What kind of magic is that?”
Rin bursts out laughing. “Wanna find out? Run an experiment of our own?”
“Enough!” Blossom barks, embarrassment colouring his cheeks. The Children ripple and leer, their tattered, ratty figures encroaching like a creeping tide. “I tire of your useless prattling.” He intakes in anticipation and raises the shotgun, aiming straight for the mouthy raven. “You have nothing but the flesh on your bones. And even that is too rancid to eat.”
Shit. Rin’s heart knocks painfully as he stares at that white tipped finger, cold sweat drenching his back. He’s still too far. And Blossom’s murderous intent is too strong. Even if he manages to tackle him before he pulls the trigger, there’s no guarantee that he will survive.
Spectacles refract the hard alabaster light of the waxing moon. “Goodbye, Rat.”
He chokes on his breath. His mind is static and blissfully blank. Numbly, he glances at the lord, hoping to catch sight of those goldens one last time. But there, where Jun should be standing, is Bucky staring at him with panicked eyes.
In a blur of motion, the shotgun is knocked from Blossom’s hands, sending it spinning through the air. It strikes a crumbling wall and goes off, the ensuing blast scattering the panicked Children.
Blossom barely has time to cry out before he’s tackled from behind, head bouncing off the hard soil. Jun leaps off the man’s back and kicks him back down when he dazedly tries to get up.
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Jun’s chest swells with harsh breaths. Sweat prickles his brows. He furrows them, protest on his lips. But one icy glare from the raven kills his words.
The lord nods shortly, jutting his jaw in determination before rushing off towards Bucky.
The Children lurch out of their stupor. Their propensity for violence is endless, yet their minds are still imprisoned by Blossom, the drug and the man.
“CHILDREN! ATTACK THE HEATHENS!”
The unbridled scream lashes the air before Rin can silence the man. The first word is all it takes to push them into action. One by one, their voices follow their master’s until it’s a discordant white noise, incoherent and primeval. They heave and surge through the ruins, splitting off into two frothing rapids.
Rin grabs Blossom by the back of his head and yanks him to his feet, pulling his body close to shield his own.
The rapid slams into him with disregard, clawed hands ripping and tearing at their clothing and skin, teeth sinking into their limbs and drawing blood, flashes of scleras and twisted faces.
White blasts of pain inundates Rin with relentless fury. He’s submerged in pandemonium, unable to feel the edges of his own body. He is the Children, ripping into their prey. The discordant clamour and besieged flesh. A scream edges out of his throat–
“CHILDREN! CHILDREN!” Blossom’s shrieks join the fray. “DARE NOT LAY YOUR HANDS ON YOUR MASTER!”
At once, the bedlam lulls. The horde writhes and keens from what little blood they drew, but they keep away, circling the Rat and their master like a shiver of hungry sharks.
Quaking and reeling, Rin tightens his grip around Blossom’s throat, yanking him along with every retreating step.
He sees Jun near the Church, desperately battling Children with a bent iron rod. Each swing arcs with precision as if he were wielding his blade. Behind him, Bucky hastily ushers the other Roses through the Church, throwing wild glances at the crazed Children encroaching ever closer.
The Rat tries to stifle his panic, quickly reaching down for the discarded shotgun.
He kicks the back of Blossom’s knees, forcing him to the ground. The Children tense and jerk forward, only to stumble back by the force of their master’s command.
Shaking hands, slick with sweat, fumble with the weapon. “Stay back!” he yells, shoving the muzzle against the back of Blossom’s skull. The latter grunts and his head snaps forward. “Don’t you fucking move! Or he’s dead!”
Blossom releases a throaty laugh. “There is no ammunition left,” he leers, pulling himself upright with a languid flex. “Sweet thing. You have played enough. And I’m but an old man with no energy for such a pointless game.”
Rin’s heart drops as he gapes at the useless weapon in his hands. Anger pierces the fear like a vicious blade, cutting him down until he’s lost in fury.
His glare is redder than cardinal. His countenance slack. Not a spark of life to be found.
The barrel of the gun whips into Blossom’s temple and he goes crumpling like a broken marionette. Impassively, Rin tosses the weapon to the side and straddles the downed man. He slams his fists into that hateful face, each blow bloodying the man until not an inch of clean skin can be seen.
Blossom wears red rather well.
Gurgling screams and shrieks collapse into hoarse pleads. Scrabbling hands weaken against the tiny behemoth sitting on his belly. His strength drains along with his blood, staining the soil black beneath his head.
When Rin lifts his eyes, the Children are frozen in place, staring at him with skin-crawling intensity. By the way they lick their lips, they seem to be enjoying the show. Master or no.
“Call off the attack,” Rin monotones. His delicate visage is white canvas. Blood, both his and Blossom’s, the striking paint. “Let them go. Or I will kill you.”
“…Fucking…bitch!”
A gob of pink saliva hits the raven’s cheek. He hardly blinks, letting it slide down his face.
He reaches between his legs and snatches the man by his jewels. A brutal squeeze, almost to the point of rupture. The alchemist bucks and thrashes, an agonised scream tearing from his throat.
“Try again,” Rin says, easing his grip a tad. Enough for the man to catch his breath. “Or I’ll take your balls first.”
Blossom stares up at the Rat, eyes glassy and dazed. If not for the blood painting his face, his complexion would be a withering grey. “Children…cease your attack…” His voice is a mere rasp, tremulous and pathetic.
“Louder.” Rin’s hand tightens.
Blossom whimpers, tears sluicing blood from his cheeks. He pulls in a deep, shaking breath: “CHILDREN! CEASE YOUR ATTACK!”
At once, silence reigns. The horde attacking Jun freezes in place, whipping their heads towards Father Blossom.
“That’s a good boy,” Rin smiles, giving those bruised jewels a parting squeeze, before rising to his feet. He glares at the Children who dare move too close and they bare their crimson teeth at him as he passes.
Hellebores gain their colour and Rin hastens his steps. He shoves his way towards the lord, unaware or uncaring of their attackers who hover the fine line between obedience and savagery.
“Jun!”
The little lord leans on his makeshift sword, panting and drenched in sweat. Exhaustion mars his handsome features, but he manages a smile when he lays eyes on Rin.
“Rinnie.” His smile falters as he takes in the other’s bloodied visage. Panic straightens his spine and his eyes flash wide. “Rinnie, are you wounded?”
Rin grabs the lord’s arm, steadying him. “It’s Blossom’s,” he says, breathlessly. “Where’s Bucky?”
“She’s escaped with the Roses.”
“We need to leave now,” Rin says, urgently tugging Jun towards the Church. “Before they–”
But Father Blossom needn’t unleash his hounds. All it takes is one maddened howl, entrenched in hysteria, and that fine line snaps like a weathered thread.
The crowd expands and swells, before suddenly shrinking around them, blocking off their only exit. Jun raises the iron rod, sweeping it from side to side to keep their attackers back. His other hand grabs for Rin’s, squeezing tightly.
“Jun…” Rin blindly reaches for a piece of wood, sharp enough to act as a shoddy dagger. He stabs at the nearest Child, catching them on the ribs. “Jun, what the fuck do we do?”
“We have to lead them away from the Church,” Jun mutters, thrusting the rod as another Child tests their defence. It connects with their chest and they stumble back, snarling. “I gave Bucky the flare, so she needs time to set it off.”
Three try their luck this time, lunging for the smaller prey. Rin swipes his dagger in a wild arc and a sweeping fan of red gushes from one of their faces. The other two are dealt with consecutive kicks, knocking them back into their jeering brethren.
“I’ll follow your lead!” Rin flashes a wide grin, exhilaration washing his visage clean.
Goldens shine with a brilliance that chases away the gloom of the night.
The swollen dam cracks. More and more Children break from the swell. The boys manage to keep them from getting too close, but they are soon inundated and forced into an ever shrinking circle. They stand in the eye of a deranged hurricane with no reprieve in sight.
As soon as there’s a break in the attack, Jun barrels into a Child and lays him flat, before leaping over his prone body and racing for the ruins. Rin follows suit, making sure to step on on the downed man’s face as he does so.
With Rin keeping their pursuers reeled in with taunts and jeers, he and Jun lead them deeper into the ruins. Father Blossom’s enraged screams are the lashing whip, urging the frothing pack to move faster.
***
“Did you have to pick a godsdamned closet?”
“Ah. My apologies. I did not realise–”
“Is that you? Why is it poking into my–”
“Apologies–”
“Stop apologising!”
“Ap–yes, Rinnie.”
Rin slides down the wall, panting through the fire in his chest. There’s barely enough room to stretch out his legs, so he just keeps them bent with his arms hanging off his knees. The little lord follows suit, kneeling primly on the ground with a straight spine, as if he were about to kowtow to the Empress herself.
The noise is deafening. The cacophony of shrieks and yells and bodies smashing into the door floods the tiny room. Detritus showers with every violent judder of the door. Hairline cracks skitter through the ancient wood. While the iron hinges and mullions reinforce the door, it’s only a matter of time before the maddened Children destroy their only defence.
Rin palms his clammy forehead, trying to control his unsteady breaths.
“Rinnie,” Jun’s voice filters in through the chaos. “I think this place is a crematorium. See that hole in the wall? That must be the retort, where they placed the bodies and–”
“Jun,” Rin groans, hanging his head between his knees. “Could you please stop talking? Just for a moment.”
“Ah. But of course. We have pressing matters at hand. Bucky should have fired off the flare by now, so Lee and the guards should be here within minutes. The only concern is whether we will be able to hold out until then.”
“I don’t…” Rin huffs, unable to catch his breathe. “I don’t feel too good.” He doubles over, sweat glistening against his blood-soaked complexion.
Jun snatches the raven by his shaking shoulders. Alarm writ across his face, he tries his best to rouse his friend, but all he gets in response are shuddering breaths. “Are you injured? Sick? Where does it hurt?”
The crematorium shrinks around Rin, walls buckling and ceiling sagging. He trembles as nausea and soul-rending terror batters his helpless form. Damp eyes gaze at the lord as he stretches out an unsteady hand. His breaths come in strained gasps, as rapid as his overwrought pulse.
Without thinking, Jun quickly gathers Rin into his arms. He holds him tightly, securely, pulling him against his chest. A hand rests upon the raven’s head, the other flat against his back.
There’s a boundless heat wrapped around Rin’s shaking form. A deep, rumbling voice that he feels vibrating against his rattling chest. He pants into the crook of Jun’s neck, unable to see more than an impression of the other’s profile. Gold streaks. Driftwood blear. He’s underwater, lungs filling with every desperate breath, and the surface is too far beyond reach.
But he’s tethered by this body. Those hands. That voice. And he clings on, even as fire starts licking at their flesh, and the paint starts curling on the walls, and the screams drill into his head with merciless furor.
Breathe, the voice tells him. Slow your breath and focus on it. Count to four for each. Pause for four between.
“I…can’t…breathe–!” he gasps, anger spiking amidst the panic.
You can. You must. Breathe with me. In and out. Count them.
That firm chest expands under his hands and he instinctively sucks in a lungful of air. There’s a moment of stillness before the chest shrinks, and he too releases his breath. It’s a painful struggle but with the lord’s patient guidance, he’s able to finally catch his breath.
His galloping heart slows to a trot. The burning in his lungs eases with every calming breath he takes. The noise in his head dissipates like smoke to the wind, until he can finally grasp his own thoughts.
“There. You are breathing well. Do you feel a bit–”
He blindly smashes his mouth against the lord’s, tears mingling with sweat, his desolation keen. When they part, he pushes his face into Jun’s chest, soaking his shirt through with Blossom’s blood and the remnants of his misery. He trembles as if he were cold. Fingers curl into the fabric of Jun’s shirt, clinging, grasping for dear life.
“Just keep holding me…like this…for a moment…” Rin pushes out through shattered breaths, inwardly cringing at the waver in his voice.
“Of course.” Jun squeezes the raven, fingers slipping through his hair and caressing the back of his head. They stay like that for a few minutes until Rin completely calms, and by the end of it, he’s near drowsing, exhausted by the attack.
Rin raises his head, eyes swollen and a red flush spread beneath the gore. The tip of his nose rubbed raw by the lord’s shirt.
Jun’s heart clenches when he sees Rin’s miserable expression, and he wants more than anything to litter his beautiful face with kisses.
“Rinnie?” He jostles the poor raven a tad, trying to rouse him. “Are you alright? Have you calmed?”
Rin frowns and gives a small nod, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “I…don’t know what happened…” His voice is raw and slightly nasally from his stuffy nose.
The lord furrows his brows. “Healer Wu calls it a false defence. You endured great trials, Rinnie. It is possible that when you are reminded of them, you undergo the same physiological duress you experienced during the original events.”
“Speak normal.”
“You had a moment of panic.” Jun reaches up to push sweat drenched hair from the raven’s forehead. “Is it…the Rose Palace?”
There’s the smell. He hadn’t noticed it at first. A faint charred odour that sticks to the walls, as if the retort had been used only days ago. And with it, the dead come slinking back into his mind unbidden and sink their wrathful claws into his psyche.
Rin bows his head, shoulders rising to his ears. He gives a stiff nod, face cold and impassive. “I thought for a moment that…that she was still in my head…”
There’s a soft sigh from the lord and those sturdy arms tighten around his shrunken form. Tender lips press a kiss upon his clammy brow. “I’m sorry, Rinnie. I should not have forced you in here.”
“It was either this or being torn to shreds.” He manages a weak smile, but it trembles and tumbles from his face like an autumn leaf.
“How do you feel now?”
“I can breathe,” is all he says, dropping his gaze. His lashes are clumped together with dried blood, reminding Jun of his friend’s bedraggled and gory state.
The lord locks his jaw and frowns, reaching into his pocket for his handkerchief. He pinches Rin’s chin to raise his face. Murky eyes meet his own, sending a painful ache through his chest. Ever so careful, he dabs the blood from that delicate skin, pausing every now and then when he unveils a cut or a bruise.
Rin sits quietly, unusually obedient as the man attentively wipes his face clean. He watches Jun with heavy eyes, lips trembling with every scattered breath he takes.
“I thought I was going to die.” Sable lashes quiver as he lowers them. “If it wasn’t for you…I’d be…gone.”
“Do not ruminate, Rinnie,” Jun rumbles softly, using the corner of the cloth to gently wipe at his eyes, clearing away the muck. “You must focus on the present. You are alive and well. And we have support en route.”
“I should have killed him,” Rin says, flatly. When he opens his cleaned eyes, they hold a cold indifference that causes Jun’s stomach to clench.
The lord falls silent for a time, letting the callous statement hang between them. When the raven’s face is finally clean of all the gore, Jun folds his soiled handkerchief and tucks it away. “I think you did the right thing,” he says, slowly. “Though I abhor his misdeeds, it is not for us to decide on his punishment. This is why we have the law. The Silverswords and my father will be the ones to take on that burden.”
“Burden?” Rin narrows his eyes, tone dripping with caustic incredulity. “How is killing a man like that a burden? He deserves the Hanging Tree. And more.”
“What you think he deserves should not serve as the basis for how we treat a man’s life. Though I cannot deny that he is a criminal, he is still a human being. A human being that we know little about. Thus, he must be judged objectively and without conjecture.”
“I don’t care!” Rin yells, thrusting his fists at Jun’s chest. The lord catches his wrists; holds them at bay. The raven pants, trembling and wide eyed. Sweat glistens upon his forehead, his complexion pallid from rage. “I just want to kill the bastard. I want to kill him. I want to kill Kahin. I want to kill every fucker who thinks they can use people like…like meat.” he snarls the last, wrenching his hands free.
“Rinnie…” Jun feels the ache in his chest spread into his throat, tightening his vocal cords until not another word can be uttered. And it’s then, in the brief quiet between them, that he notices.
He straightens up and stares at the door, eyes narrowing in focus. “Rinnie.” His soft voice is urgent. Hushed. It drags the Rat from his silent turmoil.
Rin grits his teeth and glares at the door. “It’s quiet.”
They both stand and hurry to the battered door. Rin holds his breath and he focuses his hearing. A muscle in his face twitches.
“I can hear something. Shouting, I think? In the distance. And the sound of…” Rin jerks back and quickly slides the door lock open. Before he can try the handle, the door swings open and slams into the wall.
Standing before them with a shit-eating grin is a wiry man donned in the golden armour of the Hwan Estate guards.
“Am I interrupting something?” Lee asks, brows raised as he flits his gaze between the two.
“Yes,” Rin snaps, rubbing at his filthy face. He punches the older man in the arm as he stalks past him. “You’re fucking late.”
Lee rubs his sore arm, huffing amusedly at the irascible Rat.
“Young master Jun,” he says, bowing shortly to the lord. “I’m sorry it took us some time to find you. The…civilians were difficult to handle.”
“What’s the situation?” Jun asks, stepping out of the crematorium to follow Rin through the ruins. Lee falls into step beside him, his armour clanking with every stride.
“The civilians have been confined in the Church. Father Blossom is nowhere to be found. We think he slipped into the Black Forest during the round up. I sent a team of four to track him down.”
“And the Roses? Many of them are wounded.”
“All safe and sound, young master. Miss Bucky has insisted we send them to a local Healer who treats the Slummers.”
Jun nods, puffing a sigh of relief when he sees Rin chatting animatedly with a couple of guards near the west entrance of the Church. He seems to be back to his energetic self, but that ache lingers, along with a deep sense of unease.
“Then we will accompany the Roses to this Healer. If your men find Father Blossom, have them take him into custody and inform me immediately. This is a matter that only my father can properly handle.”
“What do we do with the civilians, young master?” Lee rubs his jaw uneasily as he watches a red faced Fitz and Yeri be subjected to the Rat’s teasing. “None of them have technically committed any crimes.”
“Keep a few men posted here until the Governor has been fully informed of the situation. Otherwise, we will leave them be. Without their precious Father Blossom, they will hopefully return to their senses.” Jun smiles grimly, and his gaze becomes hooded and dark. “Have you seen what he’s done to them, Lee? How many people do you think he has tortured in this way?”
The guard turns austere as he thinks back to those poor souls, trapped in the hellish landscapes of their traumas. “We will find him, young master. They will have their justice.”
But there’s a part of Jun that doubts Lee’s hopeful words.
Rin’s words linger in his mind. Those strange, unearthly eyes had been so cruel. So unlike his friend. And though they are reunited, Jun suddenly feels a profound sense of loss. As if Rin were in fact, farther away than he’d thought.
Just so you know, Rin’s trying to convince Fitz and Yeri about the merits of a 🍆🥪. They still have their doubts.
What’s with the author note T.T like,, i was ready to go kill that ******* and i was hit by the AN like that LMAO
Thank you for the chapter!! ❤️❤️
LOLLL i MEAAAAN just telling you what’s up 😂 Thank you for reading dondonn!! <333
So will we have the chance to read a 🍆🥪 one day?
And Jun… YOU’RE TOO NAIVE AND KIND. Man I think it’s the first time I hope something cruel will happen to a character so he can realize just how horrible the world he’s living in is…
also kind of hoping for a dark Jun one day
Erm….LOLL there definitely will be scenes of…multiple sandwiches being eaten at the same time….at some point….Also – LMAOOO yes!! don’t worry Jun’s gonna suffer lots too~~ No-one is spared… VuV and as for dark jun…you’ll just have to see~~ >u> Thank you for reading Clozed!!! <333
NOW YALL BE TALKING
It only took 31 chapters V_V
Its not ONLY, its ALREADY 31 CHAPTERS
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