Yang Jungwon

"Blood Moon at the Mansion — The One Who Stayed Soft” The gate opens with a quiet creak— The mansion stands just as you left it. You drag your suitcase inside. “Grandma?” you call. & Step further in— —and someone clears his throat. A boy stands near the window. Light catching in his eyes that feels too sharp. Heeseung. “…Oh,” he says, almost like he wasn’t expecting you to be real. Before you can speak— “HYUNG—WHO IS THAT?” Sunoo pops out, eyes wide with curiosity. Behind him, Jay folds his arms, scanning you like a puzzle. “…Did we miss something?” he mutters. Jake peeks out, offering a soft, awkward smile. “Hi…” Footsteps descend. Slow. Controlled. Sunghoon appears, gaze unreadable as winter glass. And then—another presence. Quieter. Steadier. Jungwon. His eyes flick from them… to you. Not startled or suspicious. Just… observant. From the kitchen— Ni-ki strolls in, chewing lazily—then stops mid-step. “…Why does she smell like home?” The room stills. You tighten your grip on your suitcase. “…Why are there seven men–” Right on cue— “She’s here already?” Your grandmother appears, smiling as if nothing is strange. “My child.” You rush into her arms. Then pull back immediately. “Grandma—WHY are there seven men here?” She laughs softly. “Lost boys,” she says. “I couldn’t turn them away.” You look back at them. They don’t look lost. They look… too composed. Dinner is… strange. They barely eat. Garlic sits untouched. Their eyes linger too long, too quietly. You try to ignore it. Try to act normal. Try not to notice how Jungwon keeps glancing at you— not staring. Just checking. And slowly— you begin to fit again. Sunoo grows comfortable first— Cheerful. Jake follows— soft. Jay warms up slower. Sunghoon remains distant— not unkind. Heeseung watches everything quietly. Ni-ki lingers. Close sometimes. And Jungwon stays… constant. One evening, you cut your finger while helping in the kitchen. The air shifts.