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“When you were a kid, hyung, did you ever collect caterpillars?”“Yes,” Jiyong says. “I kept them in glass pickled mushroom jars and poked holes too small to escape from, in the top of them, through the aluminum lid.”
“For how long did you keep them?” Daesung asks, and Jiyong winces.
“Until they made cocoons. I always meant to open the jars, then, so when they burst free they could fly away, but I was always afraid I’d wake up in the morning and they’d be gone.” Jiyong takes a sip of his coffee. “So I never unscrewed the lid. Then I’d have all the dead butterflies at the bottom of the jar.”
Daesung hums thoughtfully, and adds a little more sugar to his tea. “A lot of kids did that,” Daesung says. “My sister did it once, the first time she’d captured a caterpillar.”
“I still do it,” Jiyong says. “Except now I do it with people.”
“My sister let the second butterfly go,” Daesung says. “And for the next three weeks, maybe four, it came every morning to the flowers my mother grew on the kitchen windowsill, because it’d seen those flowers every day.”
“People don’t do that,” Jiyong says. The coffee is too bitter. Seunghyun might like his coffee black, but Jiyong likes things that are a little more milky.
“Seungri does,” Daesung says. “Seungri always has.”
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