Chapter Text
The story that is about to be told is a ghost story.
The power of the unknown. The fear of the unseen. An unrequited love. The building tensions - a once small, easily ignored occurrence, gradually escalating into a significant manifestation. And it all started in a seemingly safe and mundane little house.
This little house, was ordinary. It had an ordinary gate, an ordinary yard and an ordinary interior. There was nothing special about this little house. Though the same could not be said about its tenants.
The Mars house was occupied by 4 very extra-ordinary people. Thame the vocalist, the powerhouse of the country it was said. There wasn't a person he couldn't out-sing.
Nano, the dancer, with moves so fluid and smooth nothing stopped him from winning any and ever dance competition he took part it.
Perfect Pepper, with his perfect vocals and perfect dance moves and his perfect visuals there wasn't a thing he couldn't do. The oldest and the wisest it was a constant wonder between fans why he wasn't the leader.
Then there was Jun. A flirt if asked by his friends and well his fans."Just Jun" was what he called himself. Average. Normal. It was said though that Jun was an all rounder. He could and would do anything he set his mind too. It was a pity his insecurities did not let him feel that way.
The little house was a house that saw no change. It ran on routine and consistentcy. It ran on rules. It fed off the energy of its tenants. It was an ordinary house yet it was filled with 4 extra-ordinary people. 4 extra-ordinary people who were about to have their lives altered.
One day, a day that seemed like any other, their manager walked into the little house bringing a gift (so he would say).
Dylan. A gray haired boy, in an oversized sweater carrying with him just one large luggage. "He is your rapper" the manager said. Cheeres echoed within the 4 walls of the little house as the members gathered around Dylan starting introductions and welcoming him to the band and to their humble abode. Well, almost everyone.
As the grey-haired boy eyes fell onto the only person who wasn't in his space, his felt a shift in the axis of his story. They had never met before but it felt, at least to Dylan, that he already knew this strange man. But he was sure he would never forget such a handsome face.
Slowly and carefully, the last of the Mars member approached Dylan, he was smiling though Dylan thought it didn't seem genuine. Instead of a hug like the rest of the members this mystery member offered nothing. Instead of excited screams and screeches this member spoke quietly, softly.
"I'm Jun". And just like that Dylan's life was never the same after.
The story that follows is one that has been told a million times. It has gone by many names and seen many different worlds. But in all it's stories, in its essence, it had the power of the unknown, the fear of the unseen and a situation that may have started out harmless but escalated into one that could not be control. Some would call it a ghost story. Though it had a more famous, more used name. A love story.