Two years have passed since I saw Sooha the last time. Everyone in school used to call us the sweet twins. Not sweet, because we were outstandingly good-looking or cute. Not twins, because we looked much alike. It was more the fact that we were soulmates. We promised each other to get married if we don't find the perfect man. We had it all planned out. I spent the last few moments with her in silent darkness. She was distant and cold. She wasn't talking her mind anymore. She build walls around her, and as much as I tried to break through them, I couldn't. I never did. But now, the day has come. Today, on the 20th of March 1988, six boys stand in front of my door, pressing an old polaroid photo of Sooha and me into my hands and saying without even introducing themselves: "Luna Seoul, right? You need to help us.", a tall boy says, his eyes dark and cold. I gulp a little, widening my eyes and stepping a little back as he steps closer. He looks down at me. "Sooha... she's in danger. And you're our only hope." 🧡--------DISCLAIMER--------🧡 This fanfiction is inspired by the Orange Blood and Dark Moon concept of the boyband Enhypen. Please keep in mind that the real life people starring in this story are just bringing the characters to life. If you are sensitive to blood or violence, this story isn't for you. With that being said, enjoy your time reading, because nothing in this world lasts forever... 🌾🪻
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