Fics like no one knows we got the best seats in this ghost town

The boy straightened up, resting his cold hands on Jungwon’s shoulders as he laughed, big and unrestrained, the sound almost booming in his small room as loud as the thunder had. Jungwon was assured of the boy’s unnatural existence then, knowing it would have surely woken his grandma up if he was a real boy that snuck into the cottage for some reason. Food, or shelter—their town had many that were homeless, as unfortunate as it was. “I am no angel, Jungwon,” the boy said, this time with a touch of humor in his tone. Jungwon looked up at him again, this time shocked to find a wild grin splitting across the boy’s face, his eyes a deep amber. He didn’t bother asking why the boy knew his name. “Are you…going to stay?” Jungwon asked, something compelling him to grab hold of the boy’s loose shirt, unable to look away from his eyes. The boy’s smile dimmed to an easy, laid back expression, his eyes darkening. “Of course. You’re stuck with me, now.” In a small town in the middle of nowhere, five boys go missing. Six, actually, but no one cares about that one. That's okay, though. Jungwon never liked scary stories, anyway.

Fics like no one knows we got the best seats in this ghost town

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