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you'd break your heart to make it bigger. jeongguk, twenty. playing hero.

[qrkjeon]

shocker.

@qrkmyg

he holds his breath for one second, five, then ten-- once he hits twenty he breathes out. then in-- and it's repeated. five, ten, fifteen and twenty he exhales. his hands are covered over his head, hiding in a storage closet on campus as he hides away from the group of kids that decided he was easy pickings for bullying. it isn't as bad as it is in the past-- the kids are at ua are kinder, but there's still a gap. still those that are too cocky and think they're too deserving; too arrogant and too quick to pick on ones with weaker forms, lackluster quirks.

he doesn't know how long he hides. seconds, minutes; has it been hours? he exhales sharply as he drops his hands and slowly begins to clamber out of the closet. he knocks against idle things and winces at how loud the sound is. adjusting his glasses on his face, he straightens his body and stands-- hand wrapping around around the doorknob as he begins to push it open. he pops his head out, eyes wide and peering down the visible hall. when he doesn't hearing anything too threatening, doesn't see anything too scary-- he lets out a breath of relief. he pushes the door open more, slides his body out as his eyes flicker around the hall. he peers behind the door on the opposite end of the hallway-- and promptly squeaks.

he sees a mess of dark hair and bandages-- and jeongguk clams up in shock, caught off-guard. sweat slicked fingers grip onto the door as he practically hides behind it. "i'm sssssorry! i didn't hit y-you with the door did i? i-i-i was jusssst, um. you-- you sssscared me, sssssorry!" he's a mess of hisses, stuttering and red cheeks. flickering eyes and heavy, shallow breaths. how mortifying.

[qrkjeon]

red handed.

@qrkseulgi                   /                 < tw: blood >

jeongguk should know better; he should know that in ua, there are so many different types of people-- so many different types of quirks, there should be no real room for surprise. but he's always caught off guard, always caught with his mouth parted in awe-- wide eyes and a child-like gleam as he views the wonders that everyone is gifted. it's always mesmerizing to him, and he's one hundred percent guaranteed to spew off some sort of praise or comment about how cool it was.

and sometimes, jeongguk's just caught off-guard because there are instances that make his mind stop and panic. he begins to sweat, face begins to pale-- eyes wide and fingers shaking as he stares down at the red stained on the girl's skin. he doesn't give much thought to it, doesn't like the queasy feeling in his gut at such a macabre site. he swallows, tight and thick as he staggers forward-- tongue sliding out of his mouth in a panicked flicker.

"misssssss!" he hisses out, wringing his wrists as he keeps his eyes set on the blood on her skin; it's blood right? it has to be, it looks just like it. "y-you're um-- bleeding! blood, there'ssss--- blood. on your-- h-hand! are you alright?!" he can't help the stuttering, the stammering and the octave of his words as it heightens the more he rambles on. at least he's only a minor packed than nearing hysterics; that would be something to explain.

[lqkoko]

[qrkjeon]

self worth.

@qrkbora

there are times jeongguk feels it-- the bravery, the bouts of courage. it's those fleeting moments when he feels like he has what it takes to be something glorious, to be a hero worth praise, love and trust. it grows inside him, like a small bud of a flower-- slowly blooming until the petals are stretched out and beautiful and jeongguk can't help but reach out and show everyone.

and it's time like these-- that he so desperately wants to act on it, but jeongguk is too weak, too cowardly. so he stares, fingers curling around the doorframe of a classroom as he listens idly to the whispers around him. they're mean, cruel-- aimed at one kim bora with such a judgmental intensity it makes jeongguk almost sick to listen to. the isolation and the worry she must feel, to be the object of so many people's hatred just because of a familial tie.

he hates it. he really, really does. so he tries his best to bring in the courage; inhale, exhale-- one step, then two.

his fingers are shaking as he approaches her, lower lip quirking as wide eyes look over at her. he shifts, his nerves on fire as he fights the urge to bite into his lip, worry the flesh until it's stinging with blood and venom. he clears his throat, the action loud in the near silent room; when he's granted her attention, he offers a small, shy smile.

"...you're not what they say you are." he states, slow and low. there's anxiety settling in him; as if maybe this wasn't the right thing to say, wasn't the proper way to approach. "you...you're not like what they say. don't...don't let them get you, bora-ssi. i t-think you're incredible!"

[qrkjeon]

spitfire.

@qrkhaneul

he's always been a bit of a crybaby. years of bullying and having your hair pulled and everything about your appearance mocked as a child will likely make you sensitive. and jeongguk is, without a doubt, sensitive-- though he's trying his best to harden his skin and toughen up. it's important, imperative if he wants to be a good hero-- to not let his emotions rule him, affect him so strongly.

it's hard, however, to knock away habits that are only natural. fear and fright and panic and hysteria-- it's the tell-tale emotions that bring tears to his eyes, blurring up his already horrid eyesight. and today is no better, with his shaking fingers and heaving breaths-- unfocused eyes as he's patting down the skin of another's arm. fear builds in his gut, worry for the other's reaction-- his saliva isn't horribly poisonous, but it's still enough to sting or cause a nasty rash type of burn on flesh if not treated immediately.

jeongguk hadn't meant to do it-- he was too caught up in thinking, and shock is always something he's a bit too sensitive to. it's choked breath and splattered saliva leaving his mouth as he feels his heartbeat practically burst out of his chest in adrenaline, fear-- only to realize the sight of the spit touching the other male's arm. jeongguk had acted quickly, the sleeve of his sweater smelling of melting fibers as he carefully wipes of the mess of his diluted venom from the other.

"i'm ssssso sssssorry." he hisses, tears welling and building in his eyes, shoulders strung tight as he waits for it; the yelling, the scolding-- the hitting. "i didn't m-mean to! i wasn't...wassssn't paying attention and i..." there's a tremor in his voice, a tell-tale sign he's about to sob out loud and god, he's so mortified.

[qrkjeon]

helping hand.

@qrkyuzuru

jeongguk doesn't have the strongest quirk, and he's not an offensive type. there's nothing that really screams hero about him. all he has is the stealth he isn't really good at, his venom and his gross peeling skin. oh, and seismic sense stuff-- but when can he actually use that in battle? in any form of hero work? all he's good at is sensing things and spitting venom and maybe biting but that's it. there's nothing remotely heroic about jeongguk despite his ideals and mindset-- and god, he wants to be a hero so badly. he wants it, so he can find his brother-- save his brother from whatever mess he's gotten himself into; bring him back to where he really belongs.

shock is the first thing that settles on his face as he blinks at the other before him. mouth parting-- his forked tongue slithering out in quick little jerks as he tries to let his brain catch up to what's going on. his mind is whirring, a mile a minute as his brows pinch. the shock fades into something more akin to confusion, and he blinks owlishly behind his spectacles.

"you...want to help me? me?" there's disbelief in his voice, incredulous expression making a home on his features. his mouth parts and closes, repeating the action once or twice before he's sputtering. "u-um. you really don't have to-- that-- that'sss not necesssssary! i u-um. i ssshould be...okay..." he doesn't sound too sure, sounds a bit too weak. he darts his gaze down and stares at the ground, fingers tugging at the bottom of his shirt.

[qrkjeon]

teeny tiny.

@qrkminkyung

bullying is something he's used to at this point. it's a sad fact of life that due to his kind-hearted, timid nature-- jeongguk will always be the brunt of someone's joke, a punching bag, a victim to someone acting out after a bad day. he's used to it, even though he shouldn't-- so really, he doesn't bat an eyelash at today.

there's an ugly assortment of scratches and light bruising down his arm, one that he frowns down at. he tugs back his shirt, grimaces at the flakes of dead skin that flutter and fall to the ground. he picks idly at his wound; no blood, just the peeling top layer of old skin that he idly tugs off. a way to get rid of the wound, to get rid of the possible scab. out with the old flesh and in with the new.

he's so focused on his arm that when he does chance a glance up-- he blinks. the blurred edges of his sight focus on the girl in front of him. she's familiar, familiar enough that he relaxes a bit. his head cocks to the side, fingers caught pinching at a layer of his skin as his mouth opens and then closes; his expression showcasing he's trying to understand what's going on.

"uh. m-minkyung?" he stutters, moving slowly into a crouch. "c-can i ask why you're sssso....tiny?"

[qrkjeon]

fanboy.

@qrktae

jeongguk should know by now that judging by appearances is never right. you never know what's beyond someone's appearance-- what they're hiding, what they're going through. he's been taught good morals all his life, should know from experience people don't enjoy or appreciate that sort of thing. but this isn't negative, it's not a mean thought or a cruel one.

jeongguk just thinks kim taehyung looks cool-- intimidating, amazing-- with the mask covered over his face. he's only heard whispers, the tale of his quirk through word of mouth; he's never quite seen it himself, but the concept, and the idea of someone with ice breath is just so awesome to him. it's cool and effective and useful and not at all like the shedding skin, fangs and blindness that jeongguk has.

all in all, kim taehyung is cool. cooler than cool, and jeon jeongguk is lamer than lame. and that's all there is to it.

and maybe he should have been more subtler about his ... admiration, because staring wide eyes with red dotted across his cheeks probably isn't the best way to go. wide eyes blink behind the safety of his specs, and when he finally makes eye contact, jeongguk swallows nervously. slowly, he offers a small, hesitant smile; his hand lifts, fingers shaking-- as he waves idly.

"um." his voice is a little squeak. "hi-- uh. t-taehyung-ssi."

[qrkjeon]

stubbed.

Hyunjin was quiet in school. He never talked to anyone that did not immediately concern him nor did he openly engage in the class unless he was mandated to by the teachers- but he was always observant. He tried to memorize the faces that he stumbled onto often as they always seemed ’close’. Hyunjin often lied to use the bathroom or simply did not attend class and found his way to the library. And in more than one occasion, he would see the same face working.  It was Friday, and of course Hyunjin simply was not in the mood for his annoying teacher and history- so he ditched. He made a pit stop to the sushi store and got an order of crab rolls. It was hot out and he wanted to eat somewhere cold- yes, the library was his first and only thought. As he made his way there, he saw him again. “Him” meaning the boy that worked there. It was like he never left. Hyunjin could not help but feel bad and a bit worried for him. It was the ‘good guy’ in him that triggered his next move.

Hyunjin looked at his rolls and sighed as he awaited for the moment when he’d hope to be unnoticed. Hyunjin left the rolls on the counter where the boy was working and turned around to make his exit. But, the exit was blocked by a bunch of idiot kids who wanted to chat by the doors. Hyunjin felt a strange sense of anxiety and darted behind one of the book shelves, but not before slamming his toe into the corner of the shelf and letting a loud 'CLANG~~’ echo. “shit-” he softly spit out as he crouched to rub his stubbed toe and prayed his good deed had gone unnoticed.

he’s idly sorting and sifting through various texts, slitted eyes flickering between the tabs before he slides the books in the proper area. murmuring a tune under his breath as he does so-- he manages to glance up and bow his head in greeting to the group of kids moving to leave. they’re a little loud, at least for a libary-- but there’s few people in here to begin with. no immediate cause of disturbance, so jeongguk ducks his head and continues on. 

one fang grazes the top of his lip in thought, careful not to breach skin. his eyebrows are furrowed and pinched in thought; he catches sight of the peeling his of skin around his thumb, grimacing as he shakes his head. he’s always peeling, always shedding; it’s so gross. 

there’s a clutter behind him that causes him to stiffen. standing up straight, he swivels-- eyes flickering around. there’s movement near a bookshelf, and his head turns to stare at it. blinking, his head cocks to the side-- before they drift back to the counter. his nose twitches as his eyebrows raise at the food laid out there. 

“what the...” he mumbles, setting the text in his hand down as he glides from behind the counter. hesitant, he eyes the food before slowly shuffling near the bookshelf where he saw the original movement. his eyes move around carefully, cautiously; as if this ws going to be another prank and someone was going to jump out and scare him, ambush him. his fingers twitch at his sides as he peers around it-- only to blink at the boy crouched down. 

“um.” he starts, blinking once, twice, a third time. “a-are you okay?”

[qrkjeon]

JEON JEONGGUK      

everyone with a beating heart deserves to be saved.

                                                                                                        ECHIDNA.

[qrkjeon]

i have so much muse but i’m so slow with plotting -- so i’m giving out free starters! go ahead & like this if you want a starter from jeongguk! ;u; 

[qrkjeon]

bare knuckles.

[qrkjeon]

qrkjoohyun:

the thug snickers at her. “see? she doesn’t need help. she says so herself. so bug off.” 

for a moment, jeongguk is twelve years old-- staring through the lenses of his glasses as spit splatters on the glass. as fingers dig into his skin and fingers tug at his hair. angry scratches on his skin as his skin flakes and peels off-- sca;es being smacked, poked and prodded. words that are hissed in a childish way to showcase a crueler way of teasing; for a moment, jeongguk feels like he’s the one being pushed around. he feels weak and fearful and he just wants it to stop. 

he swallows, tight and suffocating. his lips tremble as they part, forked tongue slipping out in panicked twitches. fingernails dig into his jacket sleeve, straightening his form and tilting his head up. one step forward, then another; teeth grit together. 

she tells him to go, tells him she’s not worth it. but why wouldn’t she be? why wouldn’t anyone be in this situation? he doesn’t get it, doesn’t understand. he shakes his head, puts on his strongest face. 

“get away from her.” he says, raises his voice so he sounds stronger, sounds at least threatening. “sssseriously. it’s not nice to pick on people on people like thisss. leave her alone, and you c-can-- you can bug off.” he steps forward, ducks his body and pushes himself between the two. his head tilts back as he frowns, and he lifts his hands and moves them forward, shoving the bully back a bit. he doesn’t go far; just a couple steps, but the expression on his face is worrisome.

anger licks hot at his face and the fear trembles in his gut. but jeongguk still stares forward, keeps his head help up high-- even if his fingers tremble, even if his legs are shaking. 

[qrkjeon]

bare knuckles.

@qrkjoohyun

heroes are looked at as brave, courageous. they’re looked at as perfect figures who can stand up to any adversary they may face. they’re ideal, wondrous; they don’t turn away in the face of danger. they smile at it, and take it on headfirst.

jeongguk aspires to be that. so much, desperately so; but if only, if only. his fingers shake, his voice trembles-- forked tongue sliding from between his lips in frantic moves. his expression panicked, body stiff. his eyes stare at the scene before him, a girl being bossed around by people taller than her. and realistically, bullying is normal in any school setting-- even in ua. jeongguk should know this, but the shock still settles into him. 

but still. heroes do something; they don’t just stand and stare. so he swallows, throat tight with apprehension as he takes a shaky step forward, mouth parting as his voice raises in a shaky tremor. 

“h-hey!” he calls out. it sounds more like a squeak than anything, and he can feel himself sweating-- teeth wanting to bite down into his lip, but he refrains. venom won’t make this better; he feels like he already wants to vomit from the fear, much less his own toxins eradicating his insides. “y-you guysss!” the s’s in his words strengthen-- a hiss to his tone he doesn’t mean to be there. “y-you cut that out! it issssn’t right beat up girlsss!”

[qrkjeon]

WHAT’S GOOD F*CKERS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hey yo, whaddup. it’s me, ya girl, mir -- with my snake child jeongguk here !!! (i’m also the mun of qrkcarnage, kim minji as well!) i’m super glad for quirks to be finally opened akdhkjdfg and i’m READY TO PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!1 i’m much more responsive on twitter (@velveteenjeon), so if you prefer to plot there, lets do it! if not, ims are just fine! i don’t have any plots up for my kids, since i’m big lazy, but i’m totally open for plotting & the what not! i’ll probably go around & send messages to everyone, but let’s get this show on the road!! you can read a basis of jeongguk here & minji here ! 

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[jengkook]

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