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❝ playing chicken ❞ byunghun & hyoyeon

“This is the second worst day of my life.”

In this particular moment he’s not certain of what day remained supreme on the ‘I’m not fucking ready to deal with this shit’ meter, but his facial language is contorted into the typical arrangement of exasperation, the all-purpose creased spaced between eyebrows and flickers of amber in his pupils. The complaint is incensed and exhausted simultaneously, a fire dying upon his tongue, and though he looks to his companion while speaking it, it’s not Hyoyeon’s presence he’s complaining about. In fact, and he runs his fingers through his hair that’s morphing into different shades of the rainbow in haphazard rebellious hues, being cursed to suffer through detention with her didn’t irritate him as much as it may have a month prior to today.

One could even claim he has matured, though the reality is that they’ve been soaking in the sun’s merciless radiation for roughly an hour now and he’s about ready to pass out somewhere and sleep for the remainder of 2014.

“There’s not a single mutant here that can talk to animals? Really? What’s even the fucking point of this place then?” Viciously he rubs a stripe of dirt off of his forearm and remembers to regret abusing his superpower by impersonating the librarian and using her cruel visage to terrorize a trio of ne'er-do-wells. A chicken, a fucking fowl was Xavier’s biggest problem apparently, the avian menace roaming the property and destroying the gardens so painstakingly nurtured, and they, the students charged with separate crimes were punished with an ultimatum of detaining the stray creature of all things. No writing lines, no sitting in silence to reflect. Byunghun considers the cheetah shifter with minor appreciation, which hastily transforms into a new annoyance, frowning with the pigment of his hair settling into a godforsaken orange. “Why must you have claws?”  

They were going to die from sun poisoning out here, it’s official, they might as well stop and begin digging their graves. Forget about, they're done for. 

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❝ eye of the cheetah – or a guide to pissing off everyone in a five mile radius ❞ byunghun & hyoyeon

Bad news didn’t consistently deliver itself in the form of solemn doctors and tragic, broadcasted reports, for example; being assigned to complete an academic project on human anatomy and the procedure preferred when treating internal wounds with Kim Hyoyeon was the definition bad news.

Hatred would be pushing boundaries into extreme territories, and although when the professor announced a list of predetermined pairs to the morning class his jaw did in fact became unhinged and slacked at the consequence of internal debates of anguish and disbelief he didn’t loath or even dislike Hyoyeon, just – well, if she water then he was oil. Tapping his fingers in a newborn pattern, borrowed from a melody that had reverberated within his mind ever since recent events pertaining to acquiring Star Trek dvds (the rhythmic shape in triple meter), he disguises apprehension with a mummer of productivity. His facial language may be tense, but this could be attributed to the lengthy descriptions found in the mandatory medical textbook. Argue, and distract themselves from the task at hand would be unwise, but silence could not resolve tension and previous minor disputes that had sprung from recent attempted visits to the dorm belonging to Mina and Hyoyeon – but admittedly the two of them together was a terrifying one.

Failing after all was unacceptable, and to receive a low grade would warrant reason for him to name himself deplorable, so he attempts focus so he doesn’t mutter a stupid remark. “So,” Byunghun begins, apprehensive with cancerous anxiety stuck to the single word meant to test the waters. He glances up from the wall of paragraphs and diagrams, looks across the desk to the woman now temporarily his scholastic companion and cursed words are snagged, the logical ones anyways. “Don’t play me, if you slack off I’ll send you to Hell and rain fury on your corpse.” Great, start with a healthy threat, and his pupils drift, the next sentence considerably less cautionary and moderately normal for a student wishing to achieve an extraordinary great point average – aka, hasty. “Anyways, how familiar are you with calculating the effects of blood loss depending on variables of size, weight, age and so forth?” He questions, and really can only hope for the best. 

[fcxxiumin-blog]

∞ Good Morning Busan!

The first words he had ever heard in his life came from the parents he never knew. The parents who had shed tears when they had learned that their son would be different from everyone else. They had told him in a hushed whisper next to his small ears on his first day of life…

“Good Morning, Sweetie.”

That was how he had awoken on that crisp early morning. How his grandmother had come to find him, already having packed his bags by the front of his old bed. It was how he had found himself pushing his body off the floor with his arms in a repeating motion, sweat having already begun dripping off.

Sleep had evaded him once more.

It was the day of the move. A new start to a new chapter in his life. A chapter of elucidating education under the capable hands of the men who called themselves “the next step of human evolution.”

He could hardly wait.

Don’t misunderstand. He had no qualms with either man or with their cause: Equality for Mutantkind.

Minseok had merely wished that he hadn’t become an actual playing piece in their chess game of political struggle. He had enough on his plate as is without playing poster boy.

The ride to the Institute had been uneventful. Dropped off by his grandmother and his mentor, Attorney Hwang, they had driven him straight to the gates of what he would assume was a rather large piece of land in the countryside of Busan.

If he had the ability to see, he was somewhat sure that his eyes would have taken in the image with a measure of awe and excitement. But as it turned out, he didn’t have the luxury of marveling at the three storey Victorian building with its many windows and turrets, decorated with topiaries of varying shapes and sizes and a fountain out front that seemed to sparkle with life in the passing sunlight.

And so he didn’t.

With a tearful goodbye to his grandmother, promising her that he would call her the moment he had settled in the morning after, and a firm handshake from Attorney Hwang, promising to Xiumin that he would take care of his grandmother, he had waved goodbye to them as they had driven off, leaving him with his cane in his hand, a duffel bag on the other and a backpack behind him.

A deep grievous sigh left his lips as he started walking forwards, pressing on the intercom to announce his presence.