Shadows.

Bang Yongguk, 24, Single, Straight Darkness Manipulation Tent: #3 (Deep Red) ; Cottage: #234 CLOSED roleplay acc ; may contain 18+ content

[freak-himchan]

Old Friends || Himchan x Yongguk

[freak-himchan]

It was obvious how much his revelation had bothered Yongguk, but Himchan was glad he seemed ready to let it drop. It really hadn’t been all that bad - the second time had been the worst physically, the third had been terrifying for a whole lot of different reasons, but Himchan had come through everything no worse off than anyone else might have, or so he believed.  He’d managed to make it here just fine, and hopefully he wouldn’t have to worry about those situations happening anymore.

Shanghai was pretty.  For a moment that was all Himchan thought Yongguk was going to give him, and his fingers twitched as he considered reaching across the table to smack Yongguk in the head.  Maybe he’d spill more words that way?  But then his friend was off, fingertips dragging across the tabletop as if to illustrate his journey.  Himchan listened quietly, eyes flicking between the moving finger and Yongguk’s face.

Daegu and Gwangju.  Himchan had been to those places before, and they themselves held no mystery or allure for him.  The idea that he could, with a little travel, have found Yongguk before he’d disappeared for a huge part of the last year… he pushed the thought away.  Too late, he reminded himself.  What was done was done.

Traveling in trucks did not sound like the most comfortable way to move around.  How could it be, with all these people and equipment?  He swallowed hard at the idea of possibly being jammed into a small space with others while they were traveling, then reminded himself that he didn’t know that would happen and there was no reason to worry about it now.

"I want to hear everything you’ll tell me," he said, looking at Yongguk with a quiet, serious expression.  "Did you go out a lot when you were traveling to different places?  I want to know about your experiences, not just the places, you know?  You’ve been gone for a year. That’s a lot of day to day things that I haven’t been around to see."

He paused.

"…wait, but first.  What is the island like?"

[freak-yongguk]

Yongguk furrowed his brows slightly in thought as he listened to his friend speak, in his thoughts trying to find suitable answers to the questions, trying to think of something important that had happened during this time – and that he wanted to tell. The last question though was completely different, and he raised a brow. “The island?”

It had been quite a while since they had last visited the island. It was a few months after he had joined here. “The island is…” he started, giving it another short pause to proper think about what to tell. It was hard explaining the island. There were quite a few things strange about it, but he hadn’t really went out there to explore.

“Well, it’s not Hawaii, and definitely not as luxury as the name island might make you think, but… it’s still better than the tents and cots we have here?” he tried again, huffing out a short laugh under his breath.

“I never really went out to explore there on my own, I only kept visiting the same spots that I had found and were to my liking. And there’s a few places you probably should stay away from as well, brave soldier” he joked, shrugging his shoulders with a small grin, “though there’s enough room and time to relax. And a beach.” Which sort of made him wonder when they’d head back there, and he gave Himchan a questioning look, trying to find some assurance that the information he had provided was enough.

“Daegu and Gwangju” Yongguk then continued, mentally already back to the cities they had been to, “were nothing particularly special besides the fact that it was a new way of living, still… I had been there before, I wasn’t really the happiest during that time. There were times I just wanted to pack my stuff and go back home. But I couldn’t.”

Yongguk didn’t give reason why he couldn’t, and he only shrugged it off. He didn’t want to talk about it, and he continued without a break. “Next we moved to the island. I mean honestly, I was a bit afraid to go there at first. Because I knew that now I was leaving my home for real. And that was a rather terrifying thought. Compared to that, it suddenly felt easy to have stayed in Daegu, and it felt easy to have stayed in Gwangju.”

The man ran a hand through his hair, taking in a short breath. “I missed you a lot during that time, and I swear time never went so damn slow than it did over there.” He wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh at himself or not, went for the eyesmile instead, making it seem less tragic.

“Then we went to Shanghai and for the while we stayed there, I dated this Chinese girl I–” Yongguk paused, pinching the bridge of his nose and shook his head subtly. One of the things he hadn’t wanted to mention, at least not as directly as he just had.

“I met her in town, she wasn’t a member of the circus and I didn’t tell her where I was coming from either. I left without notice when the circus left, there was no time.” Could as well finish now, and he dropped his hand back onto the table. “Kawaguchi. Asahikawa. You, me, here. The end.”

He quite obviously wasn’t proud of what he had done, rather embarrassed actually, which is why he hadn’t wanted to mention it like that – or at all, or yet. But what was said was said, and he somehow had to save himself from judgment, so he quickly added in a joke with a forced smile on his lips. “She’s probably going to murder me if we ever go back to Shanghai though.”

Being an asshole like this wasn’t his style, not at all, and sure this hadn’t happened on purpose. But it had happened that he had forgotten about the time, and the date. And when they had started packing, it had been too late to go back and say goodbye.

[itsbap]

[freak-junhong]

The Red || Junhong & Yongguk

It had been too long since Junhong was able to get a good night’s sleep. Generally he struggled to fall asleep even before joining the Circus, but being among strangers just worsened his anxiety (even if his tent-mates were actually very nice from what he’s gathered), thus keeping him awake at the most inconvenient hours of both day and night. So when the silver-haired boy found himself becoming sluggish, he ate as quickly as possible before heading back to tent number three. After collapsing in bed, he closed his eyes and let the comatose take over.

 Except his mind did not want to follow, it did not want to sleep.

Junhong found himself running, but not knowing from what. His vision flickered to black, lids fluttering with the onslaught of dirt and dust being blown from the ground, the walls… everything smelled like blood. He was bleeding, his arm and mouth and—around him was like that of a cave. A cave with markings and runes. Things he hadn’t ever seen before.

He had no idea that it was a nightmare or that he was sleepwalking, (maybe he did, in the very depths of his mind). Junhong was used to sleep terrors but not this. In turn, the boy had no idea that he was sitting up in bed, fingertips against his lower lip, rocking rocking rocking—why wasn’t he waking up? In an instance, nails pushed into the skin of his upper forearm, the palm of his hand soon to follow. Blood bubbled to the surface immediately the more he clawed and peeled at the pale skin, wounds gushing, already taking the form of a blade. If he had been looking at anyone, he certainly wasn’t able to see or hear them, nonetheless feel.

His nightmare was just as disturbing as what he was doing unconsciously, especially for a seventeen year old. A voice traveled along the shell of his ear, hot breath sending chills crawling down his spine… but no matter where the boy looked, there wasn’t a soul. He stood straight, eyes wide and watchful—hypersensitive and aware. 

Junhong had been confused and very much fear-stricken as anyone would be during a nightmare. The trepidation settled deep in his bones and the boy bit at his lower lip—not knowing that his action followed him into the conscious world—hard enough to break skin. It was a habit, but it sparked the flame. The flame that had him clenching his fist around the now hardened blade of blood in his hand both in a state of sleep and sleepwalk. 

“Do it,” the voice practically purred, “do it, mark them, and then you can leave. I’ll let them live." As the words drawled out Junhong was drawn towards a separate hallway, leading to an area of others. They stood as if they were waiting and he worried at his lip again, a surge of what felt like anger coursed through his veins and for some reason it felt like he had no other choice.

With his lack of better judgement and puppeteered mind, Junhong lunged, blade in hand and upper lip curled into a snarl. Little did he know, the action wasn’t just playing out in his dream, but the real world as well.

[freak-yongguk]

Yongguk had been long asleep on his ever so uncomfortable cot – oh how he wished they’d get proper mattresses one day, a thing he tended to miss at times when there were phases that he couldn’t fall asleep, and he really wished they had more space in their trucks for stuff like this. Sleeping on a bed that wasn’t much more comfortable than the ground it was put on wasn’t the best premise to get past that state of light sleep and hit REM.

Recently he had noticed that he couldn’t get a good night rest all too often, probably because they had gotten a bunch of new tent mates. He was used to sharing the tent with only one person, now there were two more people in here and it felt like a major change – not only because one of them was a girl, but it was suddenly beginning to feel too crowded, and he hadn’t yet decided if he was comfortable with that feeling or not.

What made him uncomfortable at this moment though was rather the perception of something digging into his skin, and he suddenly was pulled out of his light sleep, his eyes wide open as he spotted the tall boy Junhong who he would since not long call his new tentmate towered over him, in hands a knife colored so red it looked like he had murdered people.

Everyone probably knew this feeling, most likely from when they were kids; the feeling when they got hurt but only realize the pain after a while of putting together what is happening or only when seeing the actual blood. Probably. In the end, adrenaline would always fail to do wonders about killing the pain, and it would start to hurt, dull at first, but soon stinging, piercing, burning as if it was needles and fires and knives twisting deep under the skin all at once.

And as soon as Yongguk realized that the knife was the reason for him waking up, that the bloody sharp blade wasn’t only in the boy’s hand but also carved fine yet deep cuts in his skin, his eyes widened in shock and the pain and fear and unfortunately the paralyzation as well came all at once, while dark shadows uncontrollably tried to confuse the assailant though he didn’t seem to be bothered by it at all.

He wanted to move away, but he couldn’t. He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. Yongguk could only watch in absolute terror how the boy seemed to practically draw on him – with a knife. And with every second, the pain became more and more unbearable to stand, his terrified state only worsening and his eyes wandered restlessly, trying to look for a way out. Why was no one helping him?

He squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds – seconds that he still had to endure in silence – and finally, when he opened them again, he managed to move his paralyzed body, push himself off the cot and away from the boy with the knife. Yongguk stumbled as he took careful steps backwards into the corner of the tent, by now breathing heavily and fast as he finally got a proper look at the damage made to his skin, blood welling out of the cuts. The dark matter around him seemed to be hissing, aggressively, protectively shooting in circles around the man who had honestly no control of his rather harmless ability at this time.

What the hell was wrong with this boy? He had seemed so nice whenever they talked, why was he raising a knife at him suddenly? Should he run? But then again the others… He couldn’t just leave. “Stop” Yongguk tried, his voice shaky. He didn’t know what the right thing to say or do was right now. All he knew was that this boy screamed danger, and that he sure didn’t want to die yet.

[freak-himchan]

Old Friends || Himchan x Yongguk

[freak-himchan]

Himchan had noticed the way Yongguk’s hands clenched into fists at the revelation that he’d been hit by more than one person.  He had watched the fingers curl in tight, watched nails bite into skin, then watched as they relaxed again.

And Himchan had not felt guilty about the warm satisfaction that rose in his chest at the idea of Yongguk still being protective over him.  It just served as another pointed reminder that while everything was different now… not everything was different.

"It wasn’t that bad. I got bruised up here and there, and I got a couple of black eyes and had my lip split, but…" he gestured to his face, putting on a coy smile as he turned the side he considered his better one to Yongguk.  "Still handsome as ever, right?  Nobody managed to do any lasting damage."

Indeed, most of Himchan’s scars were mental, which worked for him.  Physical scars could be seen and asked about.  The mental ones he could keep to himself.  There were things that, despite their friendship, he would never tell Yongguk.  He simply didn’t need to know.

"You know… not that I don’t love talking about myself… but that’s all that we seem to have done so far, Bbangcha."  The nickname still felt a little strange, the taste of it retaining a bit of its previous sourness despite the way they’d fallen right back into each other.  "What about you?"

Himchan had been away from Yongguk just as long as Yongguk had been away from Himchan, and he’d been in a far more interesting place, to say the very least.  He’d traveled, he’d met new people.  He’d made new friends, most likely, because Yongguk was very personable.  Himchan didn’t really have as much to share as Yongguk probably had.

"Tell me things."

All the things.

[freak-yongguk]

It wasn’t that bad. Yongguk heaved a sigh which pretty much showed how much he disagreed with the other’s statement. As if bruises, black eyes and split lips weren’t bad… They were bad, even if they had healed properly. And for Himchan to see them as something not that bad, he wondered how often his friend had actually been hit during the past year. But Yongguk knew better than to make this an issue now, keeping his actual anger to himself and forced a smile when he only agreed in a low tone of voice “As handsome as ever.”

The nickname, despite still a little foreign coming from those lips after the one year, enough to calm him at least slightly, and the question that followed were what made him think – yeah, what about him?

He had travelled a lot, had been to a few different countries and cities the past few months he’d been here, and had seen a lot of interesting places. He’d met so many different people, yet all he managed to say at first was one simple sentence.

“Shanghai was pretty.”

Yongguk shrugged, lowering his gaze during the little pause he gave himself to think of where to start, eventually pressing a finger against the wooden table as if he was pointing on a map. “So I joined when they still were in Daegu, but before I could really set in properly, we moved.” And so did his finger. “To Gwangju. First time travelling in trucks, that was horrible for me. But Gwangju was the first place where I performed.”

Finally now, he looked up again, his hand going flat against the surface. “After that, um…” His lips slightly pursed to the side as he inwardly contemplated what Himchan wanted to hear and what not. He wasn’t sure – should he keep it short? Or did he want the details?

“We went to the home island, had a break for quite a while… Before we moved on to China and Japan.” The corners of Yongguk’s lips curled into small smiles and he figured that he should probably just ask. “But tell me, what do you want to hear? It’s quite a lot.”

[freak-jia]

SKIN ✚ JIA & YONGGUK

It wasn’t a secret that Jia was hardly graceful on her feet. She had always been less attentive than most and with earbuds jammed in her ears while roaming, she couldn’t be more vulnerable to accidents—small cuts and scrapes decorating her limbs from the small bumps with various misplaced furniture pieces. The circus was constantly changing shape and moving as if it were alive, people always buzzing and moving and working like a hive. Although detached from the social scene, she was oddly apart of the movements, even if she were the element of chaos that kept things universally balanced. If anything, that excuse was enough to keep her content when she stubbed her toe on whatever box was left on the ground. The sun was still visible although the night was fast approaching, providing light for the freaks as they prepared the grounds, people moving past each other almost fluid-like. Jia kept her ears occupied with foreign music—a language that she couldn’t even begin to understand, but that was soothing to her overactive brain. Her restlessness had her unable to rest in her tent along with the people that she hardly knew, opting to walk around aimlessly, dragging her sneakers across the ground as she mouthed the unknown words of the songs. Her involvement in the tracks had her unable to fully focus on her steps and before she knew it, her shoe caught a rope that had been trusted to tie a tent down—a very trusty rope that didn’t seem to budge as the weight of her whole body pulled at it. "Oh no!" Jia yelled out as her small frame seemed to go towards the ground in slow motion, hands frantic as she tried to catch herself, but her appendages were useless as her right ankle twisted and she ended up on her back in the grass. For a moment, her vision was blurred and she didn’t bother to sit up, pain surging up both of her legs. “Ah, really?” she whined as she looked at her iPod that had flown several feet from where she was—but at least it was still intact with the earbuds still plugged in firmly. She didn’t know the extent of her own injuries, but she dreaded even the slightest movement.

[freak-yongguk]

His feet seemed to take him aimlessly across the circus grounds this evening – or rather called morning for circus members – as everything and everyone started moving, living. Just doing their own thing as they either prepared for their performances, simply talked to one another or used their free time before the show to clean up, eat, maybe just walk by themselves…

Today, Yongguk had decided to go for the latter.

He didn’t feel like socalizing and there wasn’t particularly much that he would have to prepare for his show – there never was. He didn’t have any props since everything he did worked with his power, and he had already changed and gotten ready after he had woken up. Which wasn’t a really hard or creative thing to do either.

Black leather look pants and an also black, rather comfortable fitted wifebeater to match with the dark shapes he created. He had also put on the black eyeliner that he wore for performances – merely to go with the whole concept, not because he was a fan of it. Because he wasn’t. And this was basically all that he needed to do in preparation.

He stood still suddenly when he heard the yell of a woman in another language from around one of the tents close by. He didn’t see what actually happened, but it certainly caught his attention and his brows furrowed slightly slightly in thought as he wasn’t sure what – was it either curiosity or worry – soon dragged him over there.

It didn’t take Yongguk long to find the source of the noise either; a young female laying on the ground and seemingly in pain, judging from her expression. She didn’t seem like she wanted to get up anytime soon, he couldn’t imagine that she was laying there out of her own free will either and when he spotted the rope he quickly combined one and one.

The worry took over the curiosity, and he slowly went closer, slow enough that she wouldn’t get scared of a man suddenly towering over her – he didn’t want to be intimidating. He then crouched down by her side and looked at her. Her face seemed familiar, although he hadn’t seen it too often before. He figured they must have rarely interacted until now, hence he couldn’t recall her name either, but he knew that she was one of the circus members at least. And he finally spoke, his voice carrying its usual deepness although accompanied by a rather warm tone.

“Hey, are you alright?”

[freak-himchan]

Old Friends || Himchan x Yongguk

[freak-himchan]

"Okay, no more of the ‘oppa’ thing, it actually sounds really creepy and terrifying when you say it in your ‘I come from the seventh level of hell’ voice."  If Yongguk ever tried to actually impersonate a woman, he would fail. Forever.  Himchan was sure of it.

Yongguk was forever in denial that there were other people out there who had no interest in art.  Maybe it was because no matter who he met, he managed to make them interested.  Himchan knew, though.  There was a difference between people being interested in actual art, the art that hung in museums, and the kind of art Himchan could do, whether on skin or on canvas.  He knew that some people went to museums just because they had to.

And then there were the Yongguks of the world, who loved to be there and would visit any chance they got, just to see the beautiful things someone had made in times past.

"I didn’t say I couldn’t do it better than a kindergardener," he pointed out with a grin. "Just that it’s the same basic thing."

Yongguk would argue this with him for the rest of his life if one of them didn’t give in eventually, and Himchan had learned how to gracefully give in without feeling as if he’d lost something.  It was a skill you evolved when you were friends with this man.  Letting things like this go had become easy.

"Some people do get upset over something as small as that," he admitted, settling his hands together on the table and staring at them.  "It doesn’t bother you, but it bothered quite a few others.  I’ve been hit more than once in the last few months because someone grabbed my hand or brushed up against me."

The Busan man had been the last to actually hit him.  He’d worn that black eye and split lip for a while.

[freak-yongguk]

No more 'oppa' thing sounded just perfectly fine with him, because the longer it carried on, the more were changes that it would become awkward sooner or later. For both of them. He still couldn't help wasting one last thought on it, shaking his head to himself then to eventually let the topic go.

"I see..." Himchan's words were rather contradictory. If he could do better than a kindergardener, then it technically wasn't the same basic thing.

But then again, Yongguk still hadn't quite figured out how Himchan's power worked and he knew that if he wanted to avoid a kick in the shin, he should probably just accept the fact that there was no more room to discuss right now - even though he wanted to. But there was not much use, especially over something that he didn't quite understand. At least not yet. So this response would have to suffice. At least for now.

Of course, Yongguk had often had those thoughts, that if one of his friends ever got hit or even beaten, he would throw a fist back. Especially in his teenage years. And especially when it was Himchan they were talking about.

Never had he thought this would actually happen in the near or in the far away future, and in a reflex to the other's words - that it actually had happened, and that more than just once -, his hands that were still places on the table started making light fists.

He noticed as soon as his fingernails dug into the sensitive skin of his palm. And he relaxed them again. But he wasn't sure if Himchan had noticed as well, so he decided to keep quiet about it, instead expressing his concern.

"I hope they didn't hurt you too bad..." Yongguk bit the side of his lip for just a moment. He really didn't want to imagine. "That's crazy. But you're all fine now, right?"

[freak-yongguk]

Traces || Jiyong x Yongguk

[freak-jiyong]

Where was he going?

He knew a few seconds ago, or he swore he did. The world was spinning again, just the way he liked it, although he didn’t count on moving until he heard the sounds of movement from somewhere outside the circus. He forgot that the world still spun on a schedule sometimes, that the people who were blessed with a taste of normalcy can roam in the daytime, and he cannot be seen. No, he would be taken into some kind of institution for his differences, and that would be the end of these bottles. Maybe he deserved to live like that: trapped, constantly.

He was dragging his feet across the dirt, the sun blinding his vision along with the blur from his drunken haze. He didn’t count on anyone being awake, because no one ever was, and even if a person passed him, no one cared enough to stop and check to see if he was okay. It made him think that, generally, he did look okay. That his head was turned up just the right way, his eyes were open and lively, and his lips were always tilted in a smile. But that wasn’t true at all - Dara taught him that. The reality made him a little sad, considering he liked thinking he was, for a lack of better words, a “pretty drunk”.

Dara taught him a lot of things, and even mentioned how much of a mess he was - many times. He took it into consideration, sure, but after being without it for barely a few days, he couldn’t handle the pain anymore. He relapsed, of course, which lead him to where he was now. Confused, unconvincing, and completely out of his mind.

Luck didn’t seem to follow Jiyong on this circus night, because instead of uncaring and ignorant glances, he got the rare good Samaritan to approach him. His glazed over eyes just barely focused on the man, his brows tilting down in annoyance. Didn’t this guy see he was busy? Yeah, busy, standing and… walking, kind of. “You paid for my performance, not to ask me questions,” he said through his teeth. It was morning time, what the hell was a guest doing around here now? Were these the performance tents or the private tents? All the colors looked the same to him. “A magician never reveals his secrets… all that crap… go home… Jesus…” he held his head with his palm, stumbling backward a bit. “Fuck,” he grimaced, dropping his hand to his side.

[freak-yongguk]

Yongguk’s expression turned into a slight frown. The smell of alcohol got a lot stronger when the other opened his mouth to speak, and he almost took a step back, but he knew better not to. He would try to just ignore it, because no matter how rudely the other spoke to him right now, he should at least get an idea of how to help him get to his tent and then, only then leave.

Seeing things how they were right now, he wasn’t quite sure if the other was still able to think coherently because he was absolutely sure that the dude should know who he was talking to – even if he would’ve forgotten Yongguk’s name, he should know that he definitely wasn’t a spectator. He’d been with the Circus for quite a while now, there was absolutely no way that his face was unfamiliar.

“Geez…” His voice was a mere mutter when he watched the other stumble backward, about to reach out to hold him from the fall but he stopped midway, seeing as the other had managed to catch himself.

He didn’t know how much the man had drunk. Surely too much anyway. So maybe a different kind of approach would be the smarter one, he thought, clearing his throat before his voice went back to a normal tone.

 “I’m Yongguk, I’m one of the performers here too. You know me, the dude with the shadows…” he started to explain. He tried to speak a bit slower than he usually would, making sure the other would proper understand everything he said. “What color is your tent? I’ll help you get there.”

Of course, he couldn’t force Jiyong – right, that was his name, he suddenly remembered in a random train of thought – to come with him if he didn’t want to. But he really couldn’t just leave him here without feeling bad about it either, so it was always worth a shot.

[busankookie]

and here we have a very wet yongguk

[freak-himchan]

Old Friends || Himchan x Yongguk

[freak-himchan]

"God I hope he doesn’t."  Creepy would reach new levels if the Busan man somehow found out where Himchan was and followed the Cirque around to watch his shows.  And somehow Himchan was sure he wouldn’t be all that content with following and watching.  Still, Himchan grinned and reached to grip Yongguk’s chin, giving his head a little tiny shake as his voice went all soft, as if he were speaking to a child.  "You might not be oppa’s number one fan but you’re oppa’s favourite fan."

Ahhh. The art thing.  Yongguk had always been very into all that stuff, while Himchan had been more into the design end of things.  Their friendship had built in him an appreciation for both, but not everybody had a Yongguk.  Not everybody even had interests that Himchan had.

"Art isn’t boring for you," he corrected.  "A lot of the general populace doesn’t tend to have your… enlightened attitude.  Though I guess it is different to see art being made, especially when it doesn’t seem to be coming from any visible place."

Himchan had already decided that he was going to wear either all white or all black for his performances.  That would give his audience the best chance of seeing that his colours didn’t end up on his hands or his clothes, that there were no accidentally splashes of secret paint or dye.  His clothes would (hopefully) stay as clean and uncoloured as they had started.

It didn’t surprise him to learn that Yongguk’s act had no set parameters whatsoever.  Yongguk had always been good at just going off and doing whatever he felt like doing.  Somehow, even when he had no preparation, things like that just came together easily for him.  Himchan wasn’t quite the same.

"Your power is interesting no matter what you’re doing with it," he pointed out.  "When you look at it objectively… you can make darkness.  I just paint.  I do something kindergardeners do, I just… do it without a palette."

As he stared at the thumbprint again, he realised something.  He still wasn’t sure exactly what he was going to do for his first performance… he still had to iron out the fine details.  His act could be interesting, yes.  But Himchan himself would become bored if he did the same thing over and over again every night.

Repetition was boring.

"I’m glad you like it.  Most people just hit me after I leave fingerprints on them like that."

[freak-yongguk]

A hand reached to get a grip of his chin, and Yongguk narrowed his eyes at the man sitting across from him. The words made him smile a bit soon again anyway, and he played along, more or less.

“I am glad that oppa is having fun then.” His voice carried a bit of sarcasm, but also slight amusement. “As long as I’m oppa’s favorite fan…” And he couldn't help obviously relaxing when Himchan let go again. It didn't have anything to do with Himchan's power, it was just rather uncomfortable being held by the face, no matter who it was.

"You're being silly, I'm not enlightened. Everyone is at least a little bit interested in art. And as you said, it's different. It's coming from your hands, not from a paintbrush. Just wait and see how people will react, I'm sure they'll be amazed."

Of course Yongguk didn't know what Himchan was going to perform, or what he had planned, and so he didn't really have the actual knowledge to judge about what people would think and what not. But thinking pessimistic about it before he had even tried it was definitely the wrong way to go here, that was for sure.

"There's just one secret; have fun with what you're doing and the people will have fun as well. At least pretend that you're optimistic about your show. You should be, it's your stage after all."

Yongguk frowned a bit, the words of the others a bit, well, irritating he'd say. "Don't tell me a kindergardener is able to draw a flawless fox tattoo and reshape it anytime. Don't tell me" his voice was calm. "And my power isn't really that interesting."

Yes, he could create darkness. Yes, he could shape it. Yes, he was able to interact with it. But this didn't make it great either. It wasn't dangerous, yet terrifying. And while Himchan had the ability to make what he created everlasting and colorful, Yongguk's pieces always were pain black and eventually vanished as if it had never existed.

"And do you really think I'd get upset over something small like that?" Yongguk raised a brow. "If hitting anyone, I might just hit those people who even dare to raise their fist against you."

[freak-chanyeol]

Oops || Chanyeol x Yongguk

[freak-chanyeol]

Chanyeol needed to be completely focused on the task at hand, or else he’d possibly burn the whole place to the ground, or worse, himself. So naturally, he’d pick a spot that was outwards enough so that if anything did happen, he wasn’t about to burn his home down. 

He concentrated, watching the ball of fire grow in his hands, and he sighed. When was he going to be able to create this deadly heat on his own? It bothered him, to say the least, that he always had to rely on such objects like matches or a lighter for his performance. 

His eyes narrowed in thought, but his concentration was soon broken when he heard another man’s voice.

"A-Ah." He froze, dropping the fire ball onto the ground in front of him. "Shit." He cursed himself, moving to stomp the fire out. If there was anything Chanyeol learned while playing with fire was that one needed to know how to put it out. Kicking dirt over it worked, but when there was no dirt, stepping on it was the next best option. Though, only when the fire was small enough to be contained. 

"Hey…" He said with a smile, his cheeks red with embarrassment. So much for looking cool in front of him. 

[freak-yongguk]

Yongguk hadn’t realized how much concentration the other had to use to keep his finger in shape until he accidentally broke it, biting down the side of his lip feeling a bit guilty suddenly. It wasn’t his intention to disturb the other, he just didn’t want to stand there quietly watching from afar because that’s rather awkward, honestly.

“I’m sorry” he kept his voice low in tone, which sort of emphasized the deep sound of it – only speaking after Chanyeol had managed to put out the fire.

“I didn’t mean to disturb your concentration, I just wanted to say hi because I was watching from”, Yongguk paused shortly, pointing over his shoulder to approximately where he had been standing earlier, “over there. But I can leave if you want me to, that’s fine too.”

Of course he still was interested in seeing the fire show up close, but he didn’t want to be a bother either. He thought it would only be polite to ask first if it was okay. After all, he wasn’t too fond of people secretly watching behind his back either. Who would like that in the first place?

[freak-himchan]

Old Friends || Himchan x Yongguk

[freak-himchan]

Himchan couldn’t help but snort at Yongguk’s reaction.  Number one fanboy. Of course.  The smile made it even worse, made Himchan laugh, and he nudged Yongguk’s knee with his foot under the table.

"You think you’re my number one.  There was a guy in Busan though, I think he might have surpassed you.  You’ll have to try a little harder from now on.”

There had actually been a guy in Busan.  Himchan had met him while waiting for a bus, and they had talked.  He’d almost beaten the shit out of Himchan when he’d grabbed Himchan’s hand and left black streaks across his palm - luckily for Himchan, that had been shortly after he’d learned to manipulate the colour in peoples’ skin, and he’d turned the black streaks into whatever the man had wanted, free of charge.

Things had quickly gone from “I’m going to kill you” to “You should stay with me and give me tattoos and stuff whenever I want in exchange for a roof and not getting the shit kicked out of you”, and while Himchan had been a little needy for a roof at that point… he had still fled the premises when he had the chance.  The man had shown up at the bus station while Himchan was waiting to get the hell out of the area, and he’d been forced to hide until his bus had arrived and then had sneaked his way onto it.

In retrospect, the man was less of a fanboy and more of a psychotic who had wanted a skinny pretty boy he could dominate and make do things.  Himchan was glad to have escaped filling that role.

"I’m just worried they’ll get bored, really…"  He curled his fingers in a tight fist before extending them again.  "From a distance, my power isn’t really all that exciting.  It’s when you’re up close that it gets really confusing and could be considered  ’magical’, but people won’t be up close."

He considered carefully what Yongguk had to say about giving tattoos in this place.  Maybe here, it would be okay.  Here, people would be expecting weird shit to happen.  Painless tattoos probably wouldn’t be the weirdest thing people would encounter on these grounds.

Hell, even Yongguk could see to people experiencing weirder.

"I’ll keep it in mind. I’ve got some stuff that needs replacing, so I could probably use the money."

Since all of his jeans were wearing thin, and all of his teeshirts and other clothing were peppered with stray marks from his hands that made him look as if he worked a printing press.

Idly, still thinking about all the things he needed to replace, Himchan reached to touch the hand where the dark green fingerprint was.  He trailed a fingertip around it, careful to leave no marks this time around; the green did look rather nice against Yongguk’s skin tone.

If it really didn’t bother him to have Himchan’s prints on him, then that was perfectly fine.  He could keep it.  That is, until he finally decided he wanted it moved.

"I must not have been pressing too hard.  Sometimes I do that and you can’t see the swirls and stuff, but with yours you can see pretty much every tiny line and swirl."

[freak-yongguk]

“I doubt this guy in Busan will attend all of your shows and cheer for you, so I think I’m having a huge advantage to become number one already. Even if it takes me a while, I’ll do my best to support you, oppa.” If Yongguk knew the whole story, he probably wouldn’t be joking about this now and rather worry about what other things might have happened until Himchan finally had gotten here. But he didn’t, so he kept smiling, gently nudging the other back with his own foot.

“You know what? Art isn’t boring.” Yongguk gave one assuring nod to his words. “People pay a lot of money to see paintings in museums, or buy them for their homes. The modern society enjoys art. And yours is living art right out of your hands, isn’t it? How could anyone possibly get bored of this? Don’t worry so much, silly. If people aren’t satisfied, I’m sure you have ways to change your style. I had to experiment too.”

He remembered. When he first started out performing, all he did was replicate silhouettes. Of famous people, of people in the crowd, objects requested by spectators. They were three dimensional, which had probably been the only special part about his performance back then. Because it got repetitive pretty fast.

He hadn’t really interacted with the darkness that he created out of nowhere, and he himself had started to get bored of the act pretty fast. After a month or so of staying with the circus, when he had gotten the idea of wild animals, interacting with them like a tamer in a circus ring, it suddenly became so much more interesting. He went ahead and altered his performance a lot. And he still did. Because he rarely was satisfied with the outcome.

“I don’t have any scheme anymore, or a thought through performance” he continued then. “So I still experiment a lot, and I do whatever comes to my mind. I try to improve through that, it just works best for me.” His control over his power was good enough to do that. Though if he hadn’t practiced ever since he found out about it, he probably wouldn’t be at this stage now.

Yongguk’s eyes watched as Himchan reached out to take a closer look at the fingerprint left on his hand, smiling a soft smile. “It looks neat” he admitted after the other’s words. “Almost like it was some intentional tattoo. I honestly like it.”

[freak-himchan]

Old Friends || Himchan x Yongguk

[freak-himchan]

Good god. Himchan stared at Yongguk, eyes wide, and he shook his head vehemently.

"You can sit in the audience but I swear to god if I hear you screaming or anything… you’re going to wake up with a My Little Pony on your forehead." He would do it. He could do it. He could already feel the impending embarrassment over actually doing what he could do in front of people. Yongguk’s support would make it that much easier, as long as he wasn’t overzealous about it. He lowered his voice, mumbling quietly as the barest hint of a smile tipped his lips. "It’ll help if you’re there though. I’m nervous just thinking about it."

What if the crowd was bored? What if they thought his act was weird, or outlandish, or just… plain stupid? There were so many things he could do, but after he’d decided on one, he was no longer sure. It was in his nature to second guess himself, and he was doing it full force to himself lately.

"It’d be a little difficult to explain to most people why I can tattoo them without a needle when I don’t even know why I can do it…" Himchan scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. "I did do tattoos for a few people though, to get here. Drunk people really do pay well, and they don’t remember that they didn’t feel anything."

He did not want to explain just how liquored up he’d gotten those people after they’d told him what they wanted. A few of them had even passed out while he was working, and one had vomited on Himchan’s boots. That had not been the most pleasant experience he’d had, but it had paid extra because the person had been drunk enough to feel really bad about it. Himchan had washed the worn combat boots in the sink, and they’d smelled vaguely of vomit and overwhelmingly like flowery truck stop bathroom soap for at least two weeks.

Himchan chewed slowly on the inside of his cheek as he glanced down at the thumbprint once again. It… bothered him. He had thought he’d had control this whole time, but at some point he’d apparently not, and he hadn’t even noticed. How had he not noticed? It didn’t help that his marking things didn’t produce any kind of sensation.

"You don’t want me to hide it?" he asked, eyes moving between it and Yongguk’s face. "I could. If it bothers you, you don’t have to pretend it doesn’t." Yongguk was the last person he wanted to have pretending things about his ability.

[freak-yongguk]

Knowing Himchan long enough, Yongguk knew that Himchan would make this threat reality if he pulled anything that might embarrass the other. “I can’t promise that I’m not going to scream”, he joked, his eyes turning into small crescents. “I mean I’m your number one fanboy already.” Because he seriously couldn’t get over how much he loved the other man’s power. Fanboy was still exaggerated though.

Yongguk understood that the other must be nervous about performing for the first time – he had been too. And he actually still was sometimes. For the first show in a new city always. “But you really don’t have to be nervous about performing.” He was able to assure that either way. “Normal people don’t usually see stuff like this, most of them don’t even believe it’s real. I’ve heard some trying to figure out how to work this or that magic trick, and I’ve seen others staring in disbelief.”

The concept was quite simple. Logically, there were always people in doubt and endless disbelief, always people trying to find explanations to what couldn’t be real and always people believing in the supernatural. After the one year he’d travelled with the circus, Yongguk had figured they must be split into a fair thirds of everything.

So Himchan had done tattoos before. He should’ve figured that he had practice, the fox looked quite professional after all. “Everything here is… not how it’s supposed to be, so I think giving it a shot won’t hurt. If you want to try it that is.”

The fingerprint on his hand seemed to bother the blonde in some way, but Yongguk could only shake his head to the doubts. “No, it’s fine. Don’t hide it.” He wasn’t pretending, and he seemed to be more calm about the situation than Himchan himself was. “I think it doesn’t even look bad sitting there.”

[freak-himchan]

Old Friends || Himchan x Yongguk

[freak-himchan]

"I’ve called you worse, don’t pretend you don’t remember."  His slight amusement as Yongguk’s reaction immediately disappeared as the other finally got to see what Himchan had done with the marks he’d put on his own body.  The fox was a combination of everything Himchan had left in testing his own ability, though it was far from permanent like other peoples’ tattoos.

Two days ago it had been a bird, multi coloured and vibrant; before that it had been a snake with a body that changed colour with almost every scale.  Most of those colours had been reduced to mere pinpricks, hidden in the eyes of the fox where they were barely noticeable.  Himchan had quickly grown bored of the bird and snake and, having nothing else in mind, had gone back to a design he frequently reused.

"It’ll be gone in a few days, probably. I tend to change it a lot.  But… yeah."  Might keep it around more, now.  If Yongguk thought it suited him, then it did.  He wouldn’t just say that. He let Yongguk take his arm, silently dismissing any tenseness that his body might have been considering.  Other people didn’t touch him… but with Yongguk it was okay.  Because Yongguk was Yongguk.  "It took me a while to figure out how to, and then a while longer to actually… you know, get it to look right. I messed up a lot.  It’s hard to work on the back of your own arm."

He couldn’t lie - the quiet, not horrified curiosity was actually quite refreshing.  He’d only explained his ability to a handful of people on his travels, and most had only shown interest out of sheer terror that there was something wrong with Himchan that could rub off on them.  Yongguk’s interest was warm and sincere, something Himchan rather needed.

"Yeah.  Though with less form and more… just… random swipes of colour.  It’s not quite as pretty, I don’t think."

He looked down at Yongguk’s hands as they withdrew, and the slight smile on his lips immediately fell.  There was a fingerprint.  Himchan stared at it, at the dark green swirls that mashed together to make the perfect imprint of a thumb.  That was most definitely from him.  He wasn’t sure exactly when it had been left… probably earlier.  But it didn’t seem like Yongguk had noticed.

"I… fuck.  Your hand."

[freak-yongguk]

"I believe it must be hard." A knowing but actually not so knowing nod accompanied Yongguk's response. It had always been hard enough for himself writing down mathematic formulas and homework all over his arm back in middle school. Putting actual paintings on his own arm thereby seemed like it would be an impossible task to do, even if he had the paintbrush basically implemented into his own hands.

No, honestly, he couldn't even compare. Those were two completely different things.

Yongguk listened to Himchan, his eyes focused on him with interest although the explanation of his performance ended up rather brief anyway. "I'm sure it's still pretty. I'm just going to watch it from the audience when you perform it the first time. I need to cheer you on, right?" A warm smile started forming on his lips. He really wanted to see it rather than being told. Because he knew, Himchan could've told him all kinds of stories about what was there on his arm as well, he would've never expected it to be this pretty.

"Why don't you sell tattoos though? You could make some extra money." He himself wasn't sure if he was joking or not with the idea that suddenly didn't seem so preposterous anymore. Now, that he had seen how much potential Himchan's ability really had.

His smile then dropped when Himchan cursed, his eyes wandering to his hand in slight confusion. He had noticed earlier, but honestly forgotten about it already. The green fingerprint. It seemed to have caught Himchan's attention just now.

"Oh, that..." Yongguk stretched his fingers slightly, looking at the green spot that was located on the back of his hand in silence for a little while before relaxing them. "It doesn't really bother me?" A nonchalant shrug came with his words and he looked up again. "So I didn't mention it."

[freak-himchan]

Old Friends || Himchan x Yongguk

[freak-himchan]

It was good to know that a year apart and everything that had changed hadn’t made Yongguk any less playful.  The blond glanced at him and lightly wiggled a hip when he felt the gentle pat, a grin crossing his face as he settled into his seat.  He waited for Yongguk to sit as well, and watched the other man lean on the table.

He was probably tired by now, wasn’t he.  Himchan had only just arrived, but Yongguk had been living here for a year, moving by their schedules and keeping time by their clocks.  He should have been sleeping by now, like everyone else here probably was… yet he was sitting in this tent with Himchan.  He couldn’t say he felt bad about it though.  He deserved quite a bit of Yongguk time to make up for what had been missed.

"Only sense my ‘skill’ fucked up is my sense of touch, and that’s only because I can’t really touch anything anymore.  Not unless I wanna risk leaving it all marked up.  Looks like you’re the one who will have to sniff his way to food, Bat Boy."  Himchan shifted, moving to pull his sweatshirt off his right shoulder.  It slid down, but this time he didn’t catch it around his elbow.  He slid his arm free and held it out, so Yongguk could see the orange and red tattoo that wound its way around his upper forearm and elbow.  "The only thing I can’t mark up without actually wanting to is myself.  Which took me a while to figure out, sadly."

The fox’s head rested on Himchan’s inner forearm.  The only black fell into the tips of its ears and nose and its sharp, open eyes; the rest was like watercolour paint had seeped into Himchan’s skin.  The tattoo was all soft edges, splashes and swoops, any idea of hard lines forgotten as it wrapped around his arm and crossed over the bend of his elbow before it tapered into a tail tipped in white that splashed against his bicep.

"Something positive comes out of everything, I guess?"

[freak-yongguk]

Bat Boy. Yongguk puffed a cheek, only to deflate it again just a few seconds later. "Wow." He sure hadn't expected a comeback like this, not at all. His expression would tell the other man so. It was pretty much an open book right now, and he was at a loss for words.

Yongguk's attention soon was drawn to something else though. Right, Himchan had said that he wanted to show him something. That this something was actual art on his own body though -- he hadn't expected that.

The other's arm was exposed and revealed was the picture of a fox tattooed around his forearm. Yongguk leaned closer, his eyes widening a bit upon seeing the pretty artwork and he took a moment to quietly look at it and grasp the detail and work that was put into it. It was so neatly done. Did Himchan really...?

"Did you really make this all by yourself?" He looked up at his face, hesitating for a moment before he unfolded his arms and reached out to get a hold of the other's with a gentle grip. His thumb brushed over the color embedded in the skin while he took another careful while to examine the artwork.

"It suits you" was his final conclusion and he, just as slow as he got a hold of the other, let go, his eyes wandering back up. He would've never imagined Himchan with a tattoo before, would think he wasn't the type to get paint in his skin, but seeing it now, it really did look good.

He moved, putting a little more distance between them again, although not as much as they had before. Yongguk had wanted to hide his curiosity, actually, but he couldn't, so he continued speaking. "So you can really do art with your hands now... Is this how you perform too?" 

[freak-himchan]

Old Friends || Himchan x Yongguk

[freak-himchan]

As they started walking, Himchan nudged his shoulder against Yongguk’s, and nonchalantly he leaned his head to bump it against his friend’s.  ”I wouldn’t be sad if I looked like you. Unless you also looked like you at the same time.  Then it’d just be confusing.”

He fell a half step behind, letting Yongguk lead him so he wouldn’t be in the way should his friend choose to turn them this way or that.  It was safer letting him figure out where they could go.  Himchan knew absolutely nothing about this place - if there were places off limits, or places he shouldn’t be in general, he wasn’t aware of it, but Yongguk would be.

It really was a good thing he had found the most unlikely person in this place.

"There are so many things I could say to that…," he said, amusement lacing its way through his words.  He followed Yongguk up to another tent, eyes flicking up at it as his friend held the flap back to let him inside.  "Still such a gentleman.  Your parents would be so proud if it weren’t for another guy you had just asked to show you what his hands could do."

God, but he had missed teasing Yongguk.  The other man was straight as a school-issued ruler, but they’d never been shy about being playfully affectionate with each other and Himchan rather enjoyed implying he was the one hangup in Yongguk’s sexuality.  He tilted his head and looked around the tent slowly before picking a spot both away from the entrance and near the edge of the tent.

"I’m going to completely forget where this tent is by tomorrow," he murmured, sinking into a seat.  "It’s going to take me forever to remember where everything is."

[freak-yongguk]

He should’ve expected such comment from Himchan.

Himchan had always had a liking in teasing Yongguk with such – and it wasn’t like Yongguk would mind. In fact, he had never really minded playing back either. Of course, they had gotten stares from other people at times, but never did he mind. Or rarely. Besides the few times that people actually had questioned his sexuality, maybe. Although whenever he’d told Himchan about it, they’d just laughed it off.

So he wouldn’t really say that he had ever been bothered by it. He actually wouldn’t hesitate saying that he was used to it by now. Or probably 'still' was the better word to pick in this case. Certain things just never changed, and this seemed to be one of them. He just wasn't sure whether to be surprised or not.

“Shhh” he whispered through his teeth when he followed the other inside, and he gave Himchan a playful but light pat on his butt just before he sat down. “They don’t need to know the details.”

Yongguk walked around the table, took the seat across from him and he crossed his arms, simultaneously leaning forward toward his friend to prop himself onto the wooden surface.

“I’m pretty sure that you won’t forget this tent if you don’t want to starve. Just smell your way here.” It was the kitchen tent after all. “Unless your drawing skills took that sense from you like the darkness took my eyesight. Then I’d recommend remembering fast.” He smiled a small one-sided smile. He tended to, especially when he was thinking or saying something silly or idiotic – his lips would just do this thing. And this certainly was.

[freak-junsu]

Judging You || Junsu x Yongguk

[freak-junsu]

Junsu watched his friend walk towards him, mild interest shining in his eyes. Yongguk was up to something, that much was obvious, but what? He was holding his hands suspiciously behind his back. Junsu found himself getting ready to have something dumped on him. Was it payback for being late? He could hardly blame the other. Junsu wasn’t really one to ever be late and Yongguk wasn’t really one to wait.

However, he could hardly expect what happened next. Flowers were forced into his face and Junsu nearly went cross eyed as he tried to figure out what the hell Yongguk was up to. Was he flirting? No. Yongguk had always been obviously into the female gender. Yongguk was fucking around with him, why not play back?

“I didn’t think that you would understand my invitation,” Junsu blushed lightly, graciously taking the boquet and smelling it — though his acting skills were a bit over the top. His normal French accent was slightly thicker than usual as he batted his eyelashes at Yongguk.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, as always,” He winked. Now, Junsu wasn’t one for much physical contact, but this time he knew that he would be ok with it just for the fact that he had to somehow one up Yongguk’s awkward bouquet of flowers that he was having issues holding onto. So, Junsu took a chance and stepped forward, pressing a wet kiss against Yongguk’s cheek.

He made a face as he pulled away. “Yet you taste terrible, maybe this date was a bad idea. Have your shitty bouquet back,” Junsu laughed, throwing it straight back at Yongguk. “Seriously though, flowers? Why flowers?” He then blinked and groaned.

“I feel like I shouldn’t have asked that.”

[freak-yongguk]

Yongguk didn’t actually expect that Junsu would play back so coolly like he did right now, so for a moment, he had it hard hiding his surprise. “Took me a while to figure this one out, I have to admit” was Yongguk’s response and he lazily waved a hand, amused at the other’s words. “But I’m glad that I got the hint. Thank you so much.”

But as little as he had expected that Junsu would react the way he did, as little had he expected him to lean in and actually plant a firm kiss on his cheek.

Yongguk's hand reflexively reached up to wipe it off -- because it actually felt wet and rather gross if he was being completely honest -- when the flowers he had picked for the other with so much love flew back right in his direction just moments later.

Yongguk's eyes followed rather dumbfounded as the bouquet dropped to the ground, and he pursed his lips to the side while his hand was still pressed against his cheek. And it started looking rather disoriented there.

A short laugh in form of a huff escaped his lips then. No, really. This was so awkward.

He was glad that Junsu dropped the act with a laugh -- at least that's what he thought he was doing -- and finally moved his hand from the stained cheek, pushing it into his jeans pocket while he talked.

"You're asking me why I'm bringing you flowers? Isn't it obvious my love for you is strong?" he continued joking. But before Junsu could even reply, he shook his head and added: "How are you ever going to make a girl swoon if you can't even accept flowers from your friend? Idiot."

The teasing grin on Yongguk's lips was unmissable. He very well knew that Junsu didn't like the topic at all, but he just had to take the chance. Junsu himself had asked the question, so Junsu would get the answer. "It was such a weird and random thought, honestly. But maybe because of the simple realization that you might be desperate for something romantic after all."

[freak-himchan]

Old Friends || Himchan x Yongguk

[freak-himchan]

There was something about the way Yongguk stared at him that just made Himchan feel extremely self-conscious.  The smile on his lips blended softly into shyness, and he felt his ears go a little pink as he shifted and pulled his sweatshirt back up to cover his bare upper arms.  He was different now.  A lot of things were different, and Yongguk was just seeing them for the first time.

He couldn’t help but take some approval from Yongguk’s affirmation, even though he knew it wasn’t meant for him.  It made him feel less weird, to know that physically he was still recognisable despite the last year’s massive upheaval.

"Not all of us can be pretty boys, Guk," he said with a soft chuckle, his nose crinkling slightly as he smiled wider.  "Some of us have to look like you."

Himchan had always liked Yongguk’s features.  While he wasn’t ‘pretty’ by the standards people held Himchan to, his face was strong.  His features lent themselves to a handsomeness that Himchan almost envied, because ‘pretty’ seemed like much less of a compliment than ‘handsome’ did most times.

Oh… oh right. They probably shouldn’t be here, possibly disturbing others.  Himchan moved immediately at Yongguk’s suggestion, hugging his sweatshirt around himself as he walked.  Yongguk wanted to see everything, hm?

"Maybe not everything."  The teasing was evident in Himchan’s voice.  "Depending on what exactly ‘everything’ means to you."

[freak-yongguk]

Yongguk narrowed his eyes a bit at the other, not in a serious way, and grinned half-heartedly. "Yeah, some have to look like me. How sad." He knew that Himchan was joking from the tone of his voice and the expression on his face, but still, kept his eyes narrowed at him until he started leading their way away from the living tents.

He figured that they could possibly use one of the tables in the kitchen tent to sit down -- they wouldn't disturb anyone that way at least. Furthermore, talking when sitting down was so much more comfortable than standing around and not knowing where to put ones hands.

"Everything, meaning", Yongguk continued speaking as he walked, glancing at the other amusedly through the pause, "everything you can show and do with your hands." He of course realized that it still sounded rather ambiguous, although too late, but didn't really care to fix it either.

They reached said tent in a short amount of time, and, playfully trying to be a gentleman of some sort, he held the tent flap open for Himchan with a wide smile on his lips. With an exaggerated wave of his hand, he motioned him to go inside. "I think we should be good inside there. Pick any seat."