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When Yushi was young he asked his mother this ; if his brain were to be transplanted into someone else, which one would still be him? The body — the body he’s always had — or his mind, in someone else's?
They were sitting on the curb by a pitstop, loooking out over a neverending and winding road, as his father filled up the tank of the car with gas. His mother had ruffled his hair and told him that that was a silly question, but he was very smart for his age. She didn’t give him an answer.
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28 Jun 2026
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Why must i sully my pathetic life with the hands you gave me? Creator, please. dirty me.
Wipe the soil from my skin. Bless me with death.“I’m so scared,” Soul admitted, voice barely a whisper. “Scared that...after all this, after what we did...He’ll send me to Hell. That I’ve damned myself. Damned you.”
Another tear fell. Jongseob watched him, heart aching. He didn’t dare speak; he just leaned in and kissed Soul’s tear away, soft lips against wet skin. Then he kissed Soul’s mouth, gentle, pouring all the reassurance he didn’t have words for into the touch.
“You won’t go to Hell, you're a good person" Jongseob murmured against his lips. “And if you do, I’ll be there with you. We’ll be damned together. It'll all be okay."
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30 May 2026