*Seok glanced up at Simon and nodded slightly. Fuchsia needed proof to grasp what had happened, and he understood that feeling. No one wants to just believe someone they cared about was gone without seeing it for themselves, even if they were just friends.
*Myung watched the scene unfold like it was in slow-motion: Min-Soo drawing the sword at his hip, Adam rushing over to shove him out of the way, Trenton barreling into Min-Soo's side to tackle him, his deceased husband disappearing in a cloud of smoke, and finally landing in a heap beside a more than stunned Sang. Scrambling upright, Myung's blurry eyes darted around the cavern in confusion. He'd been there...right?
*As if to answer him, he felt someone kneel behind him and lightly tap his shoulder. Myung jumped in alarm, seeing Min-Soo hovering beside him--or well, crouching. The younger idol's eyes seemed darker than he remembered, the familiar smile worn away with time and rage to press his lips into a flat line of annoyance.
Min-Soo: Park Myung, it's been a while.
Myung: You look like him...you sound like him... *His gaze faltered, shifting to the strange markings on Min-Soo's face and arms and then to the blade sheathed at his side. But you can't be him.
Min-Soo: *Almost amused by the man's reaction, he flashed him a cold smirk. You look like you've seen a ghost.
Myung: *Something about what he'd said and the implication angered him. How dare he show up here and act like some sick perversion of his dead husband?! Baring his teeth in an ugly snarl, he all but spat in the man's face. Who the hell are you?
Min-Soo: You already know.