corn maze

As the warmth of the bonfire enveloped them, the rhythmic crackling of the flames became a lullaby that lulled Sicheng into a tranquil slumber. The night air was cool, and the symphony of rustling leaves and distant laughter provided a soothing backdrop to his dreams. Nestled in the embrace of Wonbin's arms, Sicheng succumbed to the gentle pull of sleep, his breathing steady and calm. The flickering flames cast a gentle glow on the peaceful scene, creating a canvas where the two friends shared an intimate moment. Sicheng's head rested against Wonbin's shoulder, the contours of his face bathed in the soft light. The night, with its enchanting atmosphere, seemed to cradle them in its arms as they drifted into dreams — however, when Sicheng awoke, the comforting warmth of Wonbin's embrace was replaced by a chill in the night air.

Confusion furrowed his brow as he found himself alone on the log, the crackling remnants of the bonfire now reduced to a bed of smoldering embers. "Wonbin?" Sicheng called out, the echo of his own voice bouncing off the walls of the corn maze. The rustling leaves seemed to offer no clues, and the shadows played tricks in the dim light. Sicheng's heart quickened as he scanned the immediate surroundings, the realization sinking in that Wonbin was nowhere to be seen. A subtle sense of unease gripped Sicheng as he stood up, the chill of the night settling into his bones. He cautiously navigated the area, his footsteps hushed on the soft soil. The once-familiar paths of the corn maze now seemed like an intricate labyrinth, concealing the whereabouts of his friend. "Wonbin, where are you?" Sicheng's voice carried a note of concern, and he moved with a mix of urgency and trepidation through the maze's corridors.

The corn walls, standing tall and indifferent, offered no hints. It was as if Wonbin had vanished into the night, leaving only the lingering memory of their shared warmth. As Sicheng continued his search, the maze became an enigma, each turn and twist revealing only more uncertainty. The night held its secrets, and Sicheng felt a subtle pang of worry, his steps quickening in hopes of reuniting with Wonbin amidst the rustling leaves and the shadows of the corn maze. The maze seemed to close in on Sicheng as he desperately navigated its twists and turns, each pathway an agonizing reminder of Wonbin's sudden disappearance. The rustling leaves, once a comforting symphony, now echoed his own internal turmoil.

The cold night air bit into his skin, but the chill within him ran far deeper. With each fruitless turn, the weight of realization settled heavily on Sicheng's shoulders. Wonbin, his confidant and the spark that had illuminated the night, was nowhere to be found. A sense of dread gnawed at his insides, and a quiet whisper of disbelief clung to the edges of his thoughts. "No, this can't be happening," he muttered, the words carried away by the night.

As the truth sank in, a profound emptiness enveloped Sicheng. The maze, once a place of shared laughter and camaraderie, now felt like a cold, heartless labyrinth. The dim light of the moon cast shadows on the cornstalks, elongating them like ghostly fingers pointing in every direction, mocking his futile search. Unable to contain the surge of emotions within, Sicheng stumbled to a clearing, the ground uneven beneath him. Collapsing onto his knees, he let out a guttural cry, a primal sound that reverberated through the stillness of the night. The tears, unchecked and unrestrained, flowed down his cheeks, each drop a testament to the pain that gripped his heart. "Wonbin! Please come back!" Sicheng's voice wavered, carrying a desperate plea into the vast expanse of the maze.

The words hung in the air, hauntingly unanswered. The moon cast a pale glow on his tear-streaked face, the anguish etched in every line. In that vulnerable moment, surrounded by the rustling corn and the deafening silence, Sicheng surrendered to the grief. The night bore witness to his heartache as he clutched at the soil beneath him, a tangible connection to a reality he wished were different. Lost in the depths of sorrow, he longed for Wonbin's return, praying for the maze to release its hold on the one he held dearest. Yet, the echoes of his cries only mingled with the night, dissipating into the emptiness that seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction. Sicheng, broken and alone, continued to weep in the silent embrace of the maze, the haunting shadows bearing witness to the ache of a heart left in the wake of an unexpected and painful absence.

@park wonbin As Sicheng closed in on Wonbin's hiding spot, the air buzzed with the shared excitement of their playful pursuit. Caught in a moment where their eyes locked, Sicheng couldn't help but return the grin on Wonbin's face, a silent acknowledgment of the camaraderie and thrill that defined their game of hide-and-seek in the corn maze. The golden sunlight, now casting long shadows, played off their faces as they stood amidst the green and gold maze. Sicheng's fingers instinctively reached out, intertwining with Wonbin's, a subtle yet purposeful gesture to ensure they wouldn't be separated again in the twists and turns of the maze. "Let's not lose each other this time," Sicheng suggested with a playful tone, glancing down at the crumpled map still clutched in his free hand. The map, though worn and smudged, now served as a guide not only through the maze but also toward their next adventure, following the map's markings to the sunset bonfire where the symphony of rustling leaves and laughter accompanied them as they emerged from the maze into an open space. There, nestled in the heart of the farm, a bonfire crackled and danced, casting flickering shadows against the surrounding fields. A circle of wooden logs invited them to join fellow maze-goers who had gathered to share in the warmth of the flames. The scent of burning wood mingled with the crisp autumn air, creating a cozy ambiance that contrasted with the fading daylight.

@dong sichengʷᶦⁿʷᶦⁿ Wonbin's pulse quickened at the sound of "Marco!" resonating across the corn maze, signaling the beginning of their playful pursuit. He relished the challenge, maneuvering through the twists and turns with a mix of thrill and determination. As he concealed himself behind a cluster of cornstalks, Wonbin's heart skipped a beat when he spotted Sicheng closing in on him. His eyes met Sicheng's, and in that brief moment, he found himself captivated by the playful sparkle reflecting in Sicheng's gaze. Suppressing a chuckle, Wonbin attempted to maintain his composure, but the subtle rustling of leaves betrayed his hiding spot, a silent testament to the shared excitement between them.

With the distant call of "POLO!" echoing through the labyrinth, Wonbin's grin widened as he continued navigating the maze. The warmth of the setting sun bathed the corn maze in a golden hue, adding to the thrill of their game. Renewed determination fueled his steps as he darted through the corridors, relishing the challenge presented by Sicheng's pursuit. The symphony of rustling leaves and laughter from other maze-goers enveloped him, amplifying the excitement. Spotting Sicheng closing in, Wonbin's heart raced, but he attempted to stay hidden behind the cornstalks. The playful patterns of sunlight filtering through the leaves seemed to conspire with nature as Sicheng approached. Despite his efforts to evade detection, Sicheng's keen intuition led him straight to Wonbin's hiding spot. Locking eyes with Sicheng, Wonbin couldn't suppress a grin as he was "caught," a mix of amusement and camaraderie evident in his expression.

Wonbin couldn't deny the subtle pull he felt towards Sicheng amidst the exhilarating game. As their eyes met in the midst of the chase, there was a fleeting moment where Wonbin found himself inexplicably drawn to Sicheng. A tinge of warmth spread through him, a feeling he couldn't quite decipher. However, quickly brushing it off as the excitement of the game, Wonbin masked any sign of his burgeoning feelings with a playful smirk and a light-hearted jest. Deep down, he knew there was something different about Sicheng, but he chose to bury those emotions under the thrill of the chase, dismissing any notion of falling for his pursuer.

@park wonbin Sicheng's heart raced in response to the echoes of "Marco!" that reverberated through the maze. The thrill of the chase animated his senses, and he quickened his pace, determined to track down his elusive hoobae. As he turned a corner, the rustling of leaves caught his attention, and a mischievous grin played on his lips.There he was — Wonbin, tucked behind a cluster of cornstalks — and the amusement in Sicheng's eyes sparkled. "Ah, there you are," he murmured, his voice carrying a mix of satisfaction and playfulness. The maze had transformed into a playground, and Sicheng couldn't help but appreciate Wonbin's cleverness. Suppressing a chuckle, Sicheng approached him with his steps deliberate but light. "Gotcha," he declared with a grin, reveling in the camaraderie of their game. Wonbin's attempt to stay still was betrayed by the subtle rustling of leaves, a testament to the excitement shared between them.

As Sicheng scanned the maze, he heard the distant call of "POLO!" Wonbin's voice faded into the twists and turns of the labyrinth, and Sicheng couldn't help but appreciate the playful nature of their pursuit. The corn maze bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun as they played this game of hide-and-seek and with a renewed sense of determination, Sicheng set off once more, weaving through the corridors with the thrill of the chase propelling him forward, the narrow pathways of the corn maze seemed to unfold like a puzzle before Sicheng, the rustling leaves and occasional laughter of other maze-goers creating a symphony of sounds around him. He followed the echoes of his own calls, a determined glint in his eyes as he navigated the twists and turns with a sense of anticipation. As he turned a corner, he spotted a cluster of cornstalks, their leaves quivering ever so slightly. Sicheng's intuition guided him, and with a sly smile, he approached the hiding spot where Wonbin had thought he could evade detection. The sunlight filtered through the corn leaves, casting playful patterns on the ground, as if nature itself was conspiring to reveal the secrets of the maze. His steps were calculated, and he crouched down, his eyes locking onto the subtle movement behind the cornstalks. "Caught you," Sicheng declared with a mix of triumph and amusement.

@dong sichengʷᶦⁿʷᶦⁿ [ this is so dumb LOL ]

As the shadows elongated across the maze, Wonbin’s heart raced with each call of "Marco!" from Sicheng. With a mix of excitement and nerves, he ducked behind a cluster of cornstalks, stifling a chuckle as the other idol called out again. Peeking through the leaves, he caught a glimpse of Sicheng's determined search. Suppressing a laugh, he stayed as still as a rabbit, hoping his hiding spot would hold against Sicheng’s quest to find him. The rustling leaves masked his breathing, and the thrill of the game surged within him, making him want to stay hidden just a bit longer.

But he couldn’t stay hidden for long. Dodging through the maze, adrenaline pumping, he darted around a corner, his breaths coming in quick bursts. “POLO!” Sicheng's calls faded into the distance as the riize member found a new spot, crouching low behind a different set of cornstalks. Peering cautiously, the younger saw him scanning the paths, his determination evident in every step. Grinning to himself, he stayed quiet, feeling a rush of triumph at having successfully slipped from his radar. The thrill of the game propelled him to find an even better hiding spot, the challenge invigorating him to outwit Sicheng in their playful pursuit.

[ OPEN STARTER ]

Amidst the sprawling corn maze, the late afternoon sun cast elongated shadows that danced across the narrow pathways. Sicheng, with a determined look in his eyes, navigated the twists and turns of the labyrinthine walls. The rustling of the corn leaves and the occasional laughter of other maze-goers provided a backdrop to his mission. He paused at a crossroads, glancing left and right, uncertainty clouding his expression. In his hand, he clutched a crumpled map, its once-clear lines now smudged and worn from repeated use. Sicheng took a deep breath, his voice cutting through the rustling leaves as he called out, "Marco!"

The word echoed through the maze, and the only response was the gentle murmur of the wind.

Undeterred, he tried again, a hint of amusement in his tone, "Come on, where are you hiding?" Sicheng's eyes scanned the corn walls, searching for any sign of movement or a familiar face. The maze seemed to stretch endlessly in all directions, creating a sense of both excitement and challenge. Determinedly, he continued to weave through the corridors, calling out for his prey amidst the green and gold of the maze, the sunlight filtering through the corn leaves as if conspiring in their game of hide-and-seek.