???: Homesick doesn’t sound like nothing.
*The former idol paused beneath a grand oak tree, peering up through the canopy of leaves around him. Bewildered, Sang’s dark, questioning eyes darted from branch to branch, finally piercing the sky between them.
Sang: Hyung?
*The breathless whisper barely escaped him, as though he were too afraid to speak it. Too afraid of his delusions being just that: delusions.
*The silence engulfed him again, save for the soft skittering of fallen leaves being ushered away by the summer breeze. As the idol’s vision began to cloud, he swallowed the lump forming at his throat and tucked his chin down to his chest. It’s nothing, he told himself.
Sang: I should head back.
*Clenching his fists at his sides, Sang turned to leave and head back to the camp when a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks once more.
Myung: You’re going the wrong way.
*Sang whirled around to face the source of the low mumble, watching the rapper casually lean against the oak across from him. Before he could even register what was happening, the former idol took two long strides forward and pulled Myung into a tight embrace.
Sang: *Muffled against the rapper’s shoulder. “What are you doing here?!”
Myung: *Patting Sang on the back calmly. “Visiting my little brother.” Once a member, always a member.
Seok: *To Hide. Can you hand me some of the tent rods by you?
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