If you ever found yourself passing by the raptor habitat on a weekend afternoon, your ears would most likely be met with a soft melody being sung by a young man, paired with the scrapes of claws racing in search of the source of the aforementioned melody. That source would be Han Jisung, a slender blonde kid in his last year of high school with a spirited passion for music. The boy had gotten a part-time job at the dinosaur park outside the city to save up some money for his own recording equipment that he could take with him to college the following year. The job was lame to say the least, it was mostly mopping around the backstage area of the park and occasionally doing other mundane tasks like getting coffee for one of the trainers or bringing a new shipment of plushies to the orange haired boy that usually worked the plushie stand (Jisung was pretty sure he recognized the kid from school but he could never be sure). The position, while it paid well, wouldâve seemed almost too boring to be worth it for anyone else but that was perfect for Jisung. He saw his long hours spent mopping as a chance to think on his music, mentally writing new lyrics and creating new melodies inspired by some of the random noises that could be heard around the park. He often found himself singing along to whatever his mind had started producing, just like he was now. His blonde locks blew slightly in the wind as he lifted his head at the familiar sound of raptor claws scraping against the hard habitat floor. Not even a full minute until he saw the tall forms of the dinosaurs emerge from the bushes, charging at their full speed towards him. A wide grin spread across his lips as one came up to him, her face only a few mere inches from his own separated only by the thin metal bars. He stopped his singing as the other four raptors in the pack came up behind the first. âGood afternoon ladies,â he laughed, reaching a hand through the bars and gently patting the snout of the closest.
Jisung hadnât been allowed anywhere near the dinosaur confinements for his first two weeks on the job since all new employees had to undergo a nearly hour long safety briefing that none of his supervisors had ever felt like giving him. But after he had finally had the briefing, he ended up spending most of his time around the enclosures since the other guy he worked with hated cleaning back there. Jisung remembered the surprise he felt when the raptors had walked right up to the gate when he was mopping over there for the first time, but never had he ever felt afraid of them or any of the other dinosaurs for that matter. The park had plenty of security measures in place to keep him safe, right? None of the other dinosaurs had ever paid him much mind so to see the bloodthirsty pack of raptors staring him down like he was a chocolate cake and it was their birthday, left him a bit unsettled. It took a few more of these raptor encounters for him to put together that they were attracted by his singing and something about that made his heart swell. Several months passed and all Jisungâs older coworkers had jokingly dubbed him the âRaptor Whispererâ, which he secretly loved. Jisung was never good at making friends at school but in these raptors, he'd finally found the companions he felt heâd been missing all this time. It sounded ridiculous and trust me, he knew that but he couldnât help it. The raptors clearly loved his music and believed he had talent, unlike all the kids at school. The raptors would surely want him to go to college to study music and follow his dreams, unlike his parents. For once, he had supporters on his side, wellâŠvery scaly, sharp-clawed supporters, but when youâre a lonely teenage boy, youâll take whatever advocates you can get. There was only one thing standing between the boy and his beloved raptors and that thing was-
âAh, if it isn't the raptor whisperer, again,â he jumped slightly at the voice behind him and quickly retracted his hand from Daisy, the youngest raptorâs snout. She made a low sound, almost like a whine and Jisung shot her an apologetic glance. âHey Lucas,â he smiled innocently up at the taller man who was walking up to him carrying a big bucket full of meat. âFlirting with my girls again, are ya?â Lucas joked in his deep voice, letting out a shallow chuckle. The younger boy laughed halfheartedly and shook his head. Lucas was one of the parkâs dinosaur trainers, only certain species were allowed trainers to look after them, usually just the ones the labs had deemed smart enough to potentially form emotional connections and take commands. The velociraptors were the first species to be given a trainer and Lucas had been with the original pack since their birth, which was rare; that had only happened one other time with the Spinosaurusâ trainer, Chan. The current pack of Dahlia, Jasmine, Amaryllis, Magnolia and Daisy were the second generation of raptors that the park had bred and had only been a week or so old when Jisung first met them. Not that you really would be able to tell with the rapid growth formula given to all baby dinosaurs in the park. Originally, Jisung had gotten along with Lucas just fine. Heâd ran into him a few times while running errands around the park or in the employee break room; he was always pleasant and enjoyed joking around with the younger boy. But something about Lucas changed when he lost his raptors to a sudden illness. Lucas would still make his jokes but Jisung could hear the clear bitterness behind his words and more than once had he caught the loathsome gleam in the manâ eyes. Of course, Jisung tried not to take anything personally since he understood that the raptors had meant a lot to Lucas and it was probably hard for him to move on from their deaths. Though Jisung had never gotten a chance to meet them, he remembered how endearingly the trainer would speak of them and it was apparent how much he really loved them. He could also recall a time when he'd overheard Lucas telling one of the behavioral researchers that the new raptors werenât responding the way they shouldâve and he was really struggling with connecting to them the way he did with his original pack.
âYou should go. I gotta feed these bitches before I can go home,â Lucasâ gruff voice pulled Jisung out of his thoughts as he looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed. âWhat?â âYou heard me, kiddo, get outta here,â Jisung shook his head, taking a step towards Lucas, âNo. What did you call them?â The trainer raised an eyebrow at the shorter male and simply scoffed, âAnd you wonder why they wonât listen to you! They arenât going to respect you if you donât respect them first!â He scoffed again, âNow youâre some white knights for these bitches? Theyâre dinosaurs, kiddo, they donât know shit. You think they care what I call them? You think they care about you and your dumb singing? Wake up, buddy, they really donât give a fuck about you,â the following moments were a blur to Jisung, he felt the rage bubble up within him, he heard the pack hiss behind him, he felt his fist collide with Lucasâ jaw, he felt himself being grabbed and hauled off by a couple of security agents, he heard his manager tell him to take the rest of the day off to cool down but he didnât really process any of it until after the bus ride home as was laid in his warm bed. He couldnât figure out what had come over him, yeah Lucas was being a dick but it really wasnât like himself to punch someone like that. Jisung preferred to let things like that roll off his back and not let them get to him. Maybe it was just because he brought up his music which was already a touchy subject. It didnât matter what caused it, it was wrong and Jisung felt himself fill with regret. Sighing, he rolled over and closed his eyes, decided to apologize to Lucas first thing the next day. If he didnât get fired, that is.
Jisung hopped off the bus and charged through the workersâ park entrance, hastily scanning his employee card as he went past in order to clock in. His blonde locks bounced as he raced through the park towards the raptor exhibit, he was determined to tell poor Lucas he was sorry before the man could hate him forever. He scanned his card again, unlocking the gate into the backstage area behind the exhibits. Suddenly he stopped as he came up on the raptor habitat, the entire area was blocked off and full of police officers and scientists from the lab all running around frantically. He felt like his mind was in a haze again as he deftly continued walking towards the barricades. Had something happened to his raptors? Were they sick like the last ones? He forced down the tears beginning to well in his eyes at the thought of something happening to his raptors. All of a sudden, he collided with the ground and he felt his mind clear itself of the fog as he looked up to see the person heâd bumped into looking concerned down at him. âYou okay?â the guy asked and he recognized the distinct voice as that of Changbin, another one of the parkâs trainers. Changbin was the trainer for a small group of Gallimimus, Jisung was always curious about him since he only ever talked to Chan and seemed to go out of his way to keep his hands in the pocket of his black hoodie at all times. Jisung stood and turned his gaze away from the slightly shorter man and back to the scene before him, âDidâŠâ he choked on his words a bit, swallowing hard before continuing,â Did something happen to the raptors?â Changbin remained silent for a moment before he asked, âYou really didnât hear?â the blonde returned his gaze to the brunette and shook his head slightly, feeling the anxiety grow even more in his stomach, âLucas is dead.â
bRO u keep making moodboards for the supernatural AUs im making. like witch seung and fallen angel wooj pls stop my readers will think im stealing (but actually dont bc they r so pretty i lov u)
Oooh youâre writing supernatural auâs??? đ I might just have to take a look lol
I made all these moodboards awhile back but I forgot to post them oops but dw if anyone accuses you of stealing Iâll fight them with my support for you! âșïž
