Ever since he was a boy, Yunho knew he would become one of the Guards who lined the streets and worked under the government. Like his father before him, it was expected of him. He could not imagine doing anything else.

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Yunho is studying for his exams when his sister walks in, utterly oblivious to the glare he shoots her.

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Once, Jaejoong’s world was full of colors. He had dirty blonde hair and wore loud, stylish clothes, to hell with the consequences. He lived life with a devil-may-care attitude, ignored the rules and government. He thought he was above the law, but he was wrong. They watched him from the sidelines, and waited.

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He remembers it perfectly.

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Everyone knows the Park family is no good. That’s the reputation they’ve got and it stretches back for generations. They’re disruptive, they question the system, they may not be active threats but they’re still dangerous because they discuss the past.

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“It wasn’t always like this, Yoochun,” his mother tells him, when he is a small boy and they are ( Read more... )

Up until the age of 18, Junsu had been a law-abiding citizen; he wore plain, colorless clothes, seldom talked, and didn’t think about the what ifs and the maybes. He was like everyone else, until he fell in love.

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Everyone is required by law to visit the Museum weekly. Today is his birthday but he decides to go anyway; holidays and celebrations ( Read more... )

This is what life is like.

-disembodied heads on every building, echoing the phrase no talk no play no love.

-rows of grey-uniformed people who march in unison, who look the same and think the same and act the same.

-guards on every corner of the street, next to the endless signs ingrained in everyone’s mind.

-museums of past relics, their ( Read more... )