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        Kuroo was melting.      His skin was literally melting off and becoming a thick, gelatinous mass sticking to the floor, no longer bound to his bones. It was only a matter of time before he, the floor and the couch he was leaning against became one. The more the air oscillated in the heat, the more it was all but inevitable. He was going to become a blob on the floor.      He felt bad, of course. This wasn’t the sight he wanted (Name) to come upon when she came home. Her beautiful, strong, sexy husband melted and fused to couch and floor would probably a sight she would faint from.      And the boys? Those poor, children.

Soft instrumental notes vivid of classiness was played gently as a atmosphere catalyst. Outside the luxurious apartment, the night sky was a hue of dusty violets and black. The tall buildings of South Korea shone brightly, making the unseeable details visible. It was so lustrous one would believe that the stars or the moon would not be needed. At least, the night scenic would do fine without a moon. Jumin Han, however, needed his moon. Metaphorically, of course. She was not the literal moon of his life; he had more than enough lighting in his room. It stood for what she meant, what she gave him during this moment. She offered him a solit