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I did not fall. I merely sauntered vaguely downwards. Closed RP Blog, possible 18+ content.

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[freak-yoongi]

"You are adorable."

Yoongi had heard those words quite a lot, but usually they were coming from... you know, people who were older, or women.  Or Junsu.  Probably mostly Junsu, actually.  Coming from Chen, they made his cheeks go pink, and he felt a little unsure of himself.

"Is that a good thing?" he asked, scratching his ear as he looked up at Chen.  He hoped it was a good thing.  Chen was nice.  He had a kind of cat-like smile and a soft demeanor that skittish people like Yoongi could really appreciate.  "I hope it is.  It is when Junsu hyung says it..."

[freak-yoongi]

"You are adorable."

When the young boy looked up and met the woman's eyes, his own widened and a smile lit up his face.

"You're the kitty noona!" he said excitedly, almost reaching to touch her arm.  He stopped himself though - it was rude to touch people without permission, after all.  He settled for just looking at her.  "You're a really pretty noona, too!  Your eyes are really neat."

He'd completely forgotten the fact that she'd called him adorable.  How could he respond to that, anyway?  She was much more adorable than he was!

[freak-yoongi]

"I like when you smile."

The words brought a bright grin to Yoongi's face and a soft pink hue to his cheeks.  He clasped his hands behind his back, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet as he resisted the urge to hug Junsu.  He knew his hyung didn't like being touched.

"I like when you smile too, hyung!  You have a pretty smile."  He tilted his head.  "I'll smile all the time if it makes you happy."

He liked making Junsu hyung happy.  Hyung had done so much for him, it was the least he could do.

[freak-yoongi]

"Storm is coming."

Yoongi blinked slowly, biting his lip.  Just that word by itself made him slightly apprehensive.  Storm.  It didn't sound all that nice.  It sounded a bit on the scary side, honestly.

"That means it's going to rain, right?" he mumbled softly, eyes as downcast as the sky.  "But... with the other stuff.  The thunder and lightning and wind and all that?"

He wanted to see rain, but the other things sounded bad. He pouted and reached back to touch his wing tracks.  What if he got scared and his wings popped out?  He looked at Sandara, wibbling a little.  "If I get scared, can I stay near you?"

[freak-yoongi]

Human Experience #21 | Open

The sun had just come up.  Yoongi rubbed his eyes, a quiet yawn throwing his mouth wide open as he stretched like a sleepy cat that walked along the edge of the camp grounds.  He was tired, and the internal clock that had ruled his body with an iron fist was insistently declaring that it was bedtime, but he had something that he had to do.

His freedom was already days old, had been days old by the time he'd arrived here.  Yoongi had walked through grass countless times already, feeling its softness beneath his bare feet... but he hadn't had time to truly experience it.  The thought had happened upon him hours ago, and Yoongi had impatiently waited for his chance.

There was a wide patch of grass settled just beyond the borders of the campgrounds, circled by trees.  The boy stood on the edge, toes curling gently, before he stepped into it.  Morning dew had fallen, leaving a cool, wet sheen on his skin as he walked a quiet, wide circle around the edge of the patch; as he completed the round, he stopped and allowed himself to fall backwards, back pressing to the ground as he laid in the grass and just breathed.

It felt so nice.  Everything smelled like morning, like bright promises of new days and earth and pink and orange on the horizon.  He closed his eyes and rolled himself back and forth a few times before coming to a rest on his belly, cheek pressed against the grass beneath him, arms and legs splayed out like a giant starfish as his clothing soaked up the cool dew.

Who knew the ground could smell so good?

[freak-yoongi]

Send for my muse's reaction

"I adore you."

"You are adorable."

"I'll protect you with my life."

"I wish you would notice me and maybe develop feelings for me."

"Storm is coming."

"You are cute but we're not going to be a thing."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Give me a sign!"

"I want to be your friend."

"I need you."

"I hate you!"

"Get over it."

"That was rude."

"I'm trying to flirt with you, okay?"

"You are my enemy."

"I like when you smile."

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[freak-yoongi]

When Angels Meet - Yoongi x Junsu

[freak-junsu]

Junsu smiled at Yoongi’s words. It was incredibly obvious that he liked the name. It was something happy to brighten what could have only been a dark existence up until that point. “You don’t have to be Icarus ever again. You can now be Yoongi to us. Guess what, Yoongi? You now have a large family who will all be here for you. Doesn’t that sound cool?” Junsu’s voice sounded happy as he moved closer to the smaller male’s back. As much as he wanted to help, he wasn’t excited for any amount of pain that he might end up causing the other.

He followed Yoongi’s instructions of where he felt the tracking device. He turned on the flashlight and moved it to where he could see somewhat into the canal. At first there seemed to be nothing and he pursed his lips a bit, wondering how deep in the thing might be.

It took him moving the flashlight off of where it was directly into the track to see it. A faint red light shown very softly under the skin. It was small and barely noticeable but it was there. “They definitely put a tracker in you..” Junsu said, shaking his head. It was then that Yoongi’s question came.

Junsu paused in what he was doing, formulating his thoughts so that he could explain it in a way that Yoongi could understand. “We perform for people to make them smile. At least those of us with abilities that can be shown off. One of our members can speak to animals. She dances with them in her performance to make the people who come to see the show smile. We move every so often so that we can give smiles to people all over.”

He moved to the side, grabbing a headband that had a flashlight on it, turning it on and looking down back into Yoongi’s wing track. “This is going to hurt a bit, okay? Let me know if it is too much. I promise I will heal it as soon as I get the hot part out,” He said with a smile, voice soft and sincere. He gently pushed the track open enough to where he could get the scalpel in and gently moved to open up the skin, trying to make as small of an incision as possible.

“Yoongi, would you want to perform and make people smile?” he asked as he worked, wanting to take the other’s mind off the pain. As he worked, the tips of his fingers started to glow. His power was working to take the edge off of the pain so that it was less comfortable for Yoongi. Unfortunately he had used his ability so much that night that he couldn’t make any pain go away completely or he wouldn’t have the strength to heal it back up when he was done.

[freak-yoongi]

Yoongi understood family, in theory.  It had been discussed in front of him before - a mother, father, and children were the nuclear family, while beyond that there were other relations like grandfather, uncle, et cetera.  He wasn't quite sure where all of the other titles fit, but the idea of being involved in a family of any kind... Junsu was giving him yet another warm, safe, wonderful thing.  Because families protected each other, cared for one another.  Families, in Yoongi's limited experience with the term, were the best.

"I like it," he whispered, his wings giving a slight shiver.  A name of his own, and a family.  These were things only real people had.  He bit his lip and closed his eyes as he felt Junsu against his back.  "Will... will they like me?  Is it really okay for me to stay?"

He'd found it.  Yoongi's breath caught in his chest at the announcement and he clenched his fingers a little tighter in his shirt.  He had found the warm spot.  Which meant that... soon it could be out, and maybe he'd be safe.  He listened intently to Junsu as he explained what the circus was...  it sounded extraordinary.  It was the exact opposite of everything Icarus - no, he reminded himself, Yoongi- had ever experienced.

A place that existed just to make others smile?  He'd never even been able to imagine.  A lady who danced with animals!  That sounded like the most fun of all.  He was trying to picture that, trying to figure out which animals she could have around her, when Junsu moved into his wing track.  The scalpel was cold at first, but a warm stinging soon erased that and Yoongi's eyes squeezed shut a little tighter as he pressed his lips together.  It wasn't bad, not anywhere near what he'd felt before in his short life, but... he'd learned to expect so much worse to follow.

"I don't know how to do anything," he murmured, voice small and a bit wobbly.  What could he possibly do to make people smile?  He didn't even really have a handle on most regular human actions, much less performances...  "I'd like to make people smile, but... I don't know how."

Junsu wasn't hurting him nearly as much as the other people had when they'd operated on him while he was awake.  They'd done it often, to repair and strengthen things in his back, and it had been excruciating.  He wasn't sure if it was because of the fact that it was such a minor 'procedure' in comparison to most he'd been through, or if Junsu was just being a lot kinder with him.  Either way, only the very softest whimper of pain escaped him as the man worked.  He could endure this little bit though, if it meant being free.

[sugagi]

[freak-yoongi]

When Angels Meet - Yoongi x Junsu

[freak-junsu]

The boy was one that most people would classify as pathetic. He had no memories, no family, no belongings and no real name. It had shown up hurt and dirty to a circus of freaks that was the only hope of him ever being accepted into any form of society. Any normal human being would pity him, but not Junsu. No. Junsu was intrigued. This boy ( though boy was a term being used rather loosely as he seemed very close in age to Junsu himself) was one of the most interesting people that Junsu had met in a very long time.

Junsu wanted to befriend this boy. He wanted to befriend him, protect him and learn about him. And to do that, Icarus needed to be no more. “You can stay here, but to do that, you need a name. Lets see… Yoongi.” Junsu watched the boy’s face as he tested out the name and yet it seemed to fit so perfectly, he didn’t throw out anything else. “Yoongi means luster or something that shines. You shine with curiosity and gentleness that I have not seen in a long time. Yoongi seems gentle and happy. If you like it, that should be your name. Yoongi is happy while Icarus is far too sad,” He smiled, reaching out and softly moving the boy’s hair from his face.

“I can also take the tracking device out, but I think I should do it now rather than wait. If we wait, people could come looking for you and that is dangerous for all of us. It might hurt, but I will make the pain go away as fast as I can if it does. You shouldn’t need to suffer in any way more than you already have,” Junsu said, getting up and moving away to pick up the minor surgical things he would need. He put on gloves and picked up a small flashlight, moving behind Yoongi.

“I want to see where it is, will you guide me to where you feel the spot?” Junsu asked gently, not wanting to frighten the boy. If he was an experiment, god could only know the amount of surgeries and experiments they had performed on him. He could be frightened of things like this and Junsu wanted it all to go as quickly and smoothly as possible. “Just talk to me the entire time about whatever you want to so that this seems less scary, ok?”

[freak-yoongi]

The boy sat where he was, fingers still clutched around his feet absently as he watched Junsu.  The suggestion of a name, a real name, for him... warmth rushed through him, and he immediately felt safer.  Putting distance between himself and the people looking for him, even if it was only by way of a name, made him feel that much better.

"Yoon...gi."  Something that shines.  Brightness, like the sun reflecting on water?  Like the stars and moon that had helped him navigate through trees in the night?  Not the sterile, bleak fluorescence he'd been brought up in, surely.  He repeated it a few more times, head tilting slightly even as Junsu brushed his dirty hair from his face.  He liked the way this name felt in his mouth.  It felt warm and sweet and nice, especially the way Junsu said it.  "I can be Yoongi now?  I don't have to be Icarus anymore?"

His eyes followed Junsu, all the inquisitiveness of a five year old child in his gaze, and he froze up a bit at the sight of gloves and tools.  Those things only ever meant hurt.  Bad hurt.  It took a moment of him reminding himself that Junsu meant no harm, that Junsu had done nothing but help him, before his breathing returned and he spoke, albeit rather shakily, over his shoulder.

"It's on this side," he murmured, touching his left shoulder.  His small wings stretched up and away, pushing open the spaces in his back as far as they could without being in the way.  "It's in where my wing comes out."

He didn't know how to explain it any better.  The warm spot was up inside his back, at least three to four inches in, though he had no knowledge of measurement to share that information.  All he knew was that it was warm, and it burned hotter when they were closer.  It hurt when they found him, like it was trying to sear its way out of him.  He curled his fingers of his right hand into the torn edges of his shirt at his shoulder and closed his eyes, the fingers of his left doing the same as he gripped his right sleeve tightly.  He had been through things like this enough to know that it would be helpful if he were still.

Being still meant less pain for him.

"...what is a 'circus'?"  Junsu had told him to talk, but talking was very difficult when there were so many questions to be asked.  He knew so very little.  Until three days ago, he hadn't even seen the sun before.

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