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Friendly Festivities|Taekwoon

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He chuckles. “I hope he doesn’t mind, I mean would he mind?” He keeps thinking of Jun as a separate entity, some…person who thought differently from Yijeong, like how his relationship was with Belial. 

Taekwoon’s lost in Yijeong’s reply, and figured that he’d just let the other talk, until he was asked about how he had gotten to the festival. Startled, he glances upwards before providing an answer. “Ah.. I sort of… flew,” he says quietly, pressing his wings closer to his back subtly. “I feel really cramped on trains,” he says as a form of explanation. 

Taekwoon’s reaction strikes him a little odd, and it dawns on him that maybe the other didnt really understand his particular brand of sarcasm. Not many did. Oh well, if Taekwoon was to be a pall he was sue to pick it up rather quickly.  Giving his new found friend a pat on the back he tries to get the other to lighten up, “Relax. It was sarcasm, dry humor actually. But there is a meditation class. I’m sure the professor really wouldn’t mind you dropping in”.

Huffing a laugh Yijeong waved off the others worry as he gives Jun a shove, again forgetting how difficult it could be for others to realize Jun was technically a part of him, “What? Jun mind? Nonsense. He really doesn't have taste buds, doesn't need to eat so whats there to mind about actually being fed? If anything I’m grateful he eats the gross stuff and therefore hes grateful. think of him as an imaginary friend, only he does stuff on his own instead of you having to imagine him doing things. That’s how I looked at it for years growing up”. 

Following the alleys still lined with art exhibits and stalls, he turns to look at Taekwoon as soon as he mentions flying. Surprise lining his features, finding it a little hard to believe seeing as how the other doesn’t give any indications that he can fly, miserably failing to notice Taekwoon’s wings under his sweater. “Wah? No kidding? Flying, woah. That beats taking the train by a long shot, don’t blame you for flying over commuting. Here I am having to take the train while lugging Jun along because he cant see through the mask”.

His surprise dies down before something behind Taekwoon catches his attention. Different sized jars of colors ranging from bright and vibrant reds to matte and light absorbing blues, all lines up along with different brushes. Yijeong know what those colorful jars and brushes at the stall are for from a mile away. “Hey, you mind if we stop there? I’m a sucker for glaze and I’ve been keeping an eye open all night? Make it up to you with some more mochi, or anything else you might like” Grabbing and looking at the different jars of ceramic glaze he immediately starts to pick out some of the ones that catch his attention the most as he speaks, “I’ve been dragging you around all the art exhibits when you’re here for the food. Just give me a sec, there are pretty good quality, and i do have a few pieces back at the institute that need to be glazed”.

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Maybe Yijeong shouldn’t have let things drag on this far. Maybe he should have just called it quits and dropped the topic of killing him as soon as he could. Maybe, just maybe then he could have avoided the radioactive Jaebum currently smothering. Yea. Prying the arm trying to choke him (probably inadvertently) off of him the Ajin tries to keep it together even while the other is practically vibrating with excitement. “Don’t lose my memories no matter how many times you chop my head off. I’m not sure why, maybe because of Jun but no I’m not giving you and hints. You so much as even try to practice killing methods on me and I’ll have Jun rip your face off”.

Watching Jun distract Jaebum for a moment, its a little comical how unafraid Jaebum is of Jun as he actually returns the pat to the head. Then hes being grinned at again, only this time its worse as he sees the kisses being blown at him. Gross. Cue eye-roll from the Ajin. “Not an offer. And I said I wont fight something that screams you, I’ll fight something that is completely you. I don’t want a failing grade because you went overboard and didn’t let me add on to a group project”.

Seeing art supplies seemingly coming out of nowhere, Yijeong would be lying if he said he wasn't a tad bit envious. You cant very well keep a giant block of clay or a spinning wheel in your room. Glancing at the laptop Yijeong immediately rejects the idea, technology was not his friend “Pass on the laptop. Much rather use paper”, he says as hes lugged with stationary. 

Jaebum’s words are registering in his brain while he tries to pile everything hes handed  before just having Jun carry it, the ghost silently obeying as he holds the art supplies. “Oh yea. Forget adding an inch of circumference, hes going to be bald by the end of the year”.

Making his way towards the door he starts to mule over everything he’ll need while trying to help Jaebum decide his choice of medium. “Prepboard wont take long maybe half an hour tops, at least mine. I focus on the actual piece , its what people are drawn to anyway. I need clay and glaze. Lots of it. The statues we want to make have to be solid clay, or else it’ll explode if you want to fire it in the kiln.Then we wont have anything to show”.

Making his way down back towards the art wing he doesn’t bother waiting for Jaebum, knowing more or less he would get the idea that they would be leaving his room, “As for you’re medium, I’m not sure. Oils are a bad idea through they take forever to dry. We’re going with a darker palette of colors so anything you can easily find the darker colors in should work. My guess, inks, charcoal and pastels are the best. You could try using a combination of those. The art wing of the Institute should have supplies We can grab an empty room I frequently use and get started in there”.

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A snort leaves Yijeong because he should have known someone like Jaebum would like to inflict pain given the sucker punch he had just gotten to his arm. Well at least Yijeong doesn't have to complain to him about any bruises or broken bones he ever got from the other and his damn shenanigans. A small casual shake of his head and hes coolly answering the morbid question, just like talking about the weather. “Nope. Sure it’ll roll away but just kinnda turns to goo and then the painful process of regenerating another head on my shoulders starts. Some things might be a little fuzzy though. Might not taste things right for a few days but nothing too bad. Besides you ask like I’d actually tell you how to kill me”.

Crossing his arms he gives Jaebum a look, actually surprised Jaebum knows so much about dead bodies. Welp at last he now had that friend that would be completely down for helping get rid of a body...now if the body needing to be hid was his, that was another story all together. spitting more of his dry humor he tries to tease Jaebum as he speaks, “You’d actually let my blood rot? What no gutting and bleeding me like a pig? So unprofessional. Here I thought you were a master murderer. You still have lots to learn I guess. Just don’t practice on me”.

A small screech leaves Jun and Jaebums getting a pat on the head, almost telling him he can try but probably wont succeed in his quest to get the ghost to sleep before Yijeong opens his mouth again, “Yeaaaaa, good luck with that. Lost cause though. Welcomed to try”.

Then hes being attacked, gross skin crawling slobbery kisses and it takes everything hes got not to just shout and give the other a long array of colorful,crude words. Let alone ordering Jun to tear the other off of him. “Gross. Id rather take a beating. You’re like some overgrown slobbery guard dog. One minute ripping someone to shreds and the next just slobbering all over someone else you happen to like”.

Wiping the gross drool from his face he glances at the piece of paper and hes impressed. He could work with that. Yea. Calculating everything he’d need his attention is brought back as Jaebum mentions the professor getting torn in half. “Whatever. As long as you help and don’t explicitly say its the Prof. I mean its you and I’m your partner. He knows I’m lazy and I’m not about to fight you over something that screams you”.

Getting up he stretches, already thinking about making a list of everything they need and having Jun go off and find them all. “That class is going about visual arts all wrong. You cant lecture art. you just gotta do it in my opinion. Cant do that with the attention span of six seconds. But I guess theres some talent in replication. you wanna go have jun grab things we need or do you have something else to do? I was thinking of starting this ASAP. Its a larger scale project”.

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Friendly Festivities|Taekwoon

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He shook his head at the question, “No, this is the first festival I’ve participated in..” He’s flown over countless festivals, and perched on rooftops, watching the hustle and bustle of people trying to get from one side of the street to the other. He liked festivals; they seemed fun, but were always too noisy for him to enjoy at the ground level. Besides, with all the excitement on the ground, nobody would be looking at anyways. 

“How did you get here? By train?” It took a few hours to get from the Institute to Musa by train. Yijeong and Jun must’ve left their school pretty early. 

Yijeong couldn’t even help the huff that left him even if he tried. He was an expert of dry humor but he didn’t think he was so good it had people not taking him seriously when he was. “Yea? The Prof. Is super chill. Bet she wouldn’t mind he you dropped in. Might even give you a note excusing you from some other class if you feed her some line about her meditation class helping you relieve stress or something. Might even see me in there catching some z’s”.

Walking along he stops here and there looking at the little figurines and paintings. some of them clearly out of his comfort zone as he stares at the blurry images of what looks like a vase with some flowers before hes waving off the concern and borderline sadness on Taekwoons face after finding out Jun really doesn’t eat. “If it makes you feel better i give jun all the gross samples. Wont find any mochi in a pile of food after he goes away. Maybe some weird ‘health snacks’ that nobody likes. Not like he has taste buds either”.

Admiring a small intricate ceramic dragon figurine Taekwoon’s question earns him a small groan as he looks for a price tag and immediately back away, an appalled look on his face. “Shit. This things are expensive. intricately detailed but damn”. Focus Yijeong, you’re being asked a question right. Shaking his head he refocuses as he starts to walk away, giving the artist an apologetic bow, “Oh. Yea my bad. Yea got here on the train. Was a pain. Not that i mind missing class. Wasnt planning on going but weird looks people give you when youre in costume, you know?”

pointing at Jun he gives an unimpressed look. “Cant really avoid stares when you got  this following around? But again didnt want to come alone and cant have him walking around in his actual form. Too many questions, a lot of work to cover it up”.

Trotting along, his mood is actually a bit chipper than hed thought, as they stroll. Yea, art festivals were awesome. “You get here by train or you hitchhike or something? Didnt see you on the train here”.

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Smiling a little at Yijeong’s question, Taekwoon’s eyes shifted a little at his surroundings, doing a 360 turn and a quick scan of his surroundings. “Hah.. I guess so.” Technically speaking, he did spy a suspiciously familiar shade of blue for a moment earlier, but the person that costume belonged to was probably over at the nudist appreciations section of the art exhibition. And technically, he wasn’t told that Jaebum was going to be coming to the festival, so even if they did bump into each other, it wasn’t any of his fault that they didn’t go together. 

So Taekwoon shrugged, “Yeah, I can stay for a little while longer.” Artisan street… That’ll be a load of fun, and a little bit of glancing around in case he wanted to be socked ‘playfully’ in the face. “You come to festivals like this often?” he asked mostly to contribute to the conversation. 

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Snapping a finger Yijeong cant help but start to warm up further with Taekwoon. Anyone who loved sleep had to be good news. “Well, then we’re going to get along great. No class for napping but meditation works just as fine. Take my word for it”.

Watching Jun take the offered sweet he cant help but cross his arms and give the counterpart a shake of his head. Another bad habit Jun had started to pick up, as if pretending to sleep wasn’t bad enough. Uncrossing his arms Yijeong feels the need to clarify, he was not going to be upstaged by Jun after making a new friend. “He likes to ‘eat’ and ‘sleep’. Doesn’t have to, so there will probably be a pile of food wherever he de-materializes. If he tries talking to you, its usually only mumbles and unintelligible noises. Years of being with him has made me fluent in mumble, don’t think he doesn’t like you if I have a conversation with him”. 

Nodding, Yijeong can appreciate someone who isn’t afraid to go somewhere alone. Normal social conventions were emotionally draining most of the time, and technically he did go to places alone seeing as how Jun wasn’t a separate individual from him. Making his way towards the direction of Artisan Street before hes tugging on Juns’ costume to lead the ghost in the right direction, the mask making it hard for the ghost to navigate. 

Directing his attention to Taekwoon, he’s giving a small shake of his head despite the smile on his face, the scenery slowly drifting from food stands to the meticulously decorated and organizes art displays as they all walk along the cobblestone walkways. “No, don’t usually like festivals like this. Too lazy to walk everywhere but I like art. Mostly 3D stuffs, ceramics mostly. Musa is the art capital of TLOW so I couldn’t help myself, free food is only a plus. You frequent festivals? Free food is always nice, so i cant blame you if that’s what draws you in”.

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“Counterpart?” he echoes, still nibbling on the mochi. “Like he’s a part of you? That’s pretty cool,” Taekwoon muses. It was like a silent and tame Belial who was physically separate from him. “He’s interesting,” he comments mildly, taking a mochi out of his bag and offering it to the other. He doubted the shadow could eat anyways, assuming from his own experiences with shadows. 

“I’m Taekwoon, it’s nice to meet you both.” He pauses a beat, “I guess we’re taking different classes. I’ve never seen you in any of my classes.” Chuckling a little, Taekwoon shrugged, “I’m mostly just here for the food.” Fireworks went off quite near the trio and he winced a little, his sensitive ears ringing. “Definitely not too big of a fan of loud noises and large crowds.” He always ran the risk of someone bumping into him the wrong way and exposing his wings. 

Having seen the rather intimate relationship between the two, Taekwoon couldn’t help but feel a little sad that his relationship with his own counterpart was much less so. Hey kid, I look out for your safety. Isn’t that enough? You mean our safety. If I go down, you go down. That’s the only reason I’ve survived this long anyways. I’m a demon. Don’t expect me to get all mushy and soft. I’m not your lovey-dovey opposite attraction. 

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Nodding at all of what Taekwoon was saying, it seemed like they were rather different, his being in costume along with jun and Taekwoon simply out and about in his regular clothes. But hey, it wasn’t everyday he accidentally bumped into people from the Institute. “No, you seem studious. I’m lazy, very. Unless you’re into visual arts or classes like meditation for taking naps, I doubt we would have had a class with each other”.

Taking the food offered, he lifts it up a bit like a glass before munching on it.“Jun’s a pain in the ass. Only semi-self-aware but he is as close to a best friend as I’ll get. Doesn't talk much and sometimes people like him more than me, which is funny seeing as how he is a part of me. And you’re the first person to offer me and not him any food. All night I’ve been getting two free samples”.

Looking around, its still lively and Yijeong doesn’t mind the extra company, welcomes it actually. He was quiet but someone other than Jun would actually lien up the time as he strolled along. Taekwoon seemed civil, not like that creep Jaebum. He still gets shivers over how much of a weirdo that guy is. “You here alone? And I take it you aren’t into costumes huh? I’m planning on staying longer. Maybe walking down artisan street after Jun and I are done hitting the food stands. You in?”

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Giving Jaebum an unimpressed look towards the other’s words, before he makes it a point to rubs his arm with a silently mouthed ‘ow’ before hes punching the other back. “Yea. You dick. I can feel pain. And whatever your preferred method, like i said hit me hard enough and we wont have any problems. And FYI I don’t stick up the room like some kind of cadaver, I wouldn’t be out of it for more than ten minutes, more or less. Depends on how hard you hit me. Jun usually pretends to sleep when I’m actually sleeping. Good luck getting past him”.

Crossing his arms, Yijeong can’t deny hes actually stayed more than he normally would. Though, to his shame not many liked his dry sense of humor, or even tolerated it and Jaebum seemed pretty okay with it so why the hell not. A friend was a friend...or sort of. 

Watching Jaebum creep over Jun for a few more minutes he crosses his arms before an unexpected snort leaves him and he’s actually giving the other a small smile. “He just hates your guts. Probably because you’re willing to break out of the cookie cutter shape hes so bent into. But even I cant deny your creativity. You’re a creep but you do produce good works. Only an idiot would say so otherwise”.

Nodding Yijeong starts to glance at his counter part, actually okay of the idea and direction Jaebum was going. “I can do life size, Ceramics and 3D are my thing. Just need the materials and the time. So its best we settle on something quick. I like your idea though. We can do both. Morbid and humor. It’s creative and sounds fun. If you help maybe we can get more than one life size Jun done. Really show the progression you want to capture. We can do ceramic and photographic displays”.

At the mention of not having to speak all that much Yijeong would be lying if he said he wasn't absolutely dreading it. The fact that he got paired up with someone so willing and skilled in the art of bullshitting actually made him a little less worried. Sure he might have calculated out the fact that he could flat out fail had he refused to speak but still. A grade better than an F would be nice. “Then it works out. Not much of a public speaker if you hadn’t noticed. The A is as good as our. Everyone else in the class has the talent of a six year old. Attention span to match”.

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“Hello,” he greeted the shadow quietly before someone else approached and pulled the shadow away. Taekwoon tilted his head at the other, “I don’t think…” He took another closer look at the shadow, and managed to recall seeing a tall shadow like that in the Institute, slipping around a corner. “Actually…” he ventured carefully. If this person didn’t happen to be a mutant attending classes at the Institute, this might not be such a good idea. “Do you go to the Institute?” he asked. Surely it would be okay? Most people hearing about the Institute usually just thought it was a normal school in another region. “I think I’ve seen your friend in the halls before.”

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Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jun was starting to be more of a handful than he’d like to admit, more so out of the institute. Walking up to the surprisingly unimpressed man in front of Jun Yijeong had half a mind to just say fuck it and let the ghost loom over the stranger. Besides it didn’t look like the guy seemed all that bothered, Jun wanted to hang out with the guy so bad who was he to stop him.

At the negative answer to his question to knowing the other, Yijeong flat out smacked Jun. “Yah! See! Stupid oaf! you cant just loom over people! That’s how you stick out more than you already do.” Stopping his rant towards his silent companion, Yijeong turns to look at the stranger once again. So the big lug was trying to tell him he recognized the guy. 

Getting a good look at him before hes pointing back at Jun, “Oh. You’ve seen this big dumb loser around the Institute? Yea. I do go there, hes not not my friend though. I’m Yijeong. His name is Jun. Companion, or counter-part is more accurate. That’s probably why he was being a creep. Must have recognized you. Sorry. Like I said hes being dumb lately”.

Not surprisingly Jun sasses Yijeong after his comment, and another quick punch of the counterparts arm and the ajin is hushing a few small unintelligible mumbles leaving the masked ghost. “Don’t mind him. Didn’t get your name either. I’m not gonna ask the dumb question about what you’re doing here either, everyone is pretty much here for the festival”.

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Walking along the lantern lit pathways, Jun a step behind him, he had to admit traveling all the way to Musa was a drag. Nevermind the fact that both jun and himself got weird look but the fact that he grossly underestimated the time he would have to be sitting on the train.

Though the candle lit floats were a sight to see. people in their elegantly crafted costumes, you could tell who the natives were just by glancing at the  more extreme and carefully thought out wardrobes. The served for wonderful inspiration and the Ajin was sure to reflect the bright masks and jeweled suits and dresses in his next ceramic works. 

Still, walking along Artisan street, Yijeong liked to think he was still a bit dressed up, compared to the varying individuals who he had seen in regular clothing. Of course, it wouldnt take long for Jun to wander off again as Yijeong notices his shadow had fallen behind, lingering near someone (more like looming). ‘Stupid ghost, I’m going to have to smack that damn habit out of you’.

Making his back back, Yijeong noticed how uncomfortably close, Jun was something surprising in itself before he called out and yanked on the ghosts’ cloak. “Jun! What the hell. Cant go around walking up to people like you’re at the institute--Wait”. Peering over from his companion Yijeong eyed the other individual Jun had practically stalked, “Do I know you? Hes usually not like this”.

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Golden Clad

Festivals were nice, who didn’t like them. Food, art, people and just the overall cool experience. Picking something out that didn’t look like crap to wear now that was something a little more difficult. Staring at his costume, Yijeong was starting to second guess himself as he went over the last details of his simple yet effective mask and suit. Gold was a nice color to pair along with anything. looking over his mask he smacked Jun. The counterpart trying to put on his mask. “Yah! Stupid, you have your own! Go sit over there while I look over mine”.

Shoving the ghost to the other side of the room he was lucky this was a masquerade Festival, at least now Jun would walk around with him. Yea nobody would mind a giant hooded figure. Just a tall guy who doesn’t say squat on a pair of stilts. Yea. Foolproof.

Ordering Jun to sit down it doesnt take long for both of them to get into their costumes. Now making their way to Musa already dressed in the costumes, well that was going to be another feat all on its own.

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Jun’s costume: (just imagine a long-cloaked figure)

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Catching up to Yijeong he listens intently to his response and  feels bad for creating such a downcast version of his earlier friend. Stopping he presses a hand on Yijeong’s shoulder with an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry for asking such a question. It won’t happen again Yijeong-ssi.”

Quickly following once more, Jungkook looks around and puts reason to the number just as Yijeong did. Humming along he raises an eyebrow at the other rooms and nods intrigued, “Okay yeah. I think I get the classes and how they are set up.”

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Watching the students start to filter out of the other classrooms he makes a bee-line towards the edges of the hallway. Not really up for walking in the middle of the hallway as he keeps leading away.

Kookie’s apology takes him by surprise and Jun reacts even before he can as the ghost Glomps the other in a big hug from behind, almost picking up the younger like some kind of life size doll. Embarrassing really. No self-control whatsoever.

Deadpanning Yijeong casts a judgmental look , silently telling the counterpart to put the other down before hes shrugging. Not at all offended but slightly comforted by the others apology. It did get old having his counterpart mistaken as a separate entity aside from himself. “Its fine, but thanks. Does get a little tiring. The big lug is a part of me, whether i like it or not at times”.

Nodding, Yijeong is slightly proud of himself as he crosses his arms, stopping a moment to try and think of another place to go. “Well, I guess you got the basics. I don’t know if you want to pick somewhere else to go. Its almost lunch time. Or we could explore empty classrooms”.

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Not two minutes later and she is putting her lighter away as the three baboons run away with burns. Squatting down she pokes the body in front of her and shakes her had as she recognizes exactly who is behind the blood, “Aish what did I tell you about getting your ass handed to you?” Groaning she works to sit him up against the wall getting ready to check if he needs any medical attention, from experience she knew that blood did not necessarily need medical attention.

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Yijeong is just about to wish the goons wailing on him would hit him in the head hard enough to at least get a few minutes of piece. The rib hes sure they broke poking and jabbing him in what he guesses is his lung before it all stops. Hearing a familiar voice he the Ajin practically laughs of sheer joy before he can feel the broken rip try to realign itself, his laugh dying in his throat. Wheezing out he manages to open his mouth, 80% sure more stupid thing about to leave his mouth, “ W-what? You guys tired already? I’m.....Just getting started....” Make that really, really stupid words.

Out of the corner of his swelling eye, things start to clear up little by little. Slowly but surly he starts to hear the deep crackles and pops, like the sound of ice crackling as its placed into water, only its his bones in his body. Oh, joy. Thanks Ajin mutation, appreciate it. Really.

Happy most of the major internal wounds seem to be healing nicely Yijeong tries to wipe the blood from his face as he sits up, thankfully no longer wheezing. Facing his pretty savior, who was probably about to wail on him too. “Ahh, a pretty Noona to my rescue”.

Dragging himself up he tries to make himself look less like a mess, a few stray cracks and pops before he sees an invisible and useless jun show up in the corner of the alley. Stupid, dumb, good for nothing dummy. Yea I’m talking to you Jun! Dont you shrug!

“What? I didn’t get my ass handed to me. I was winning. See. I’m still kicking. I was doing a public service. Goons didn’t know how to math. They didn’t appreciate my helping though. I’m good now. Public service done and over with. Now that you served them up crispy with a side of chips”.

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“What are you gonna do beat me up? That’s a little low isn’t it? Over what? Hurt feelings”. That’s when Yijeong should have shut the hell up. Or maybe earlier, when he decided to correct some mathematically incorrect bullies.

Then maybe he wouldn’t be in the situation he’s in. Back against a gross dumpster and surrounded by three guys ready to beat the daylights out of him. “Oh a metal pipe, so ori--” Metal pipe meet Yijeong’s skull. Yijeong meet pretty little dots lining your vision and having you down for the count. Not that he would have stood a change going hand to hand personally but Jun could have helped. Though thanks to his brain being knocked around hes left unable to even call Jun out in order to help. Perfect.

A groaning mess on the floor and Yijeong can feel his skull wanting to piece itself back together, muffled words and insults reaching his ears. Yea he really should have stayed quiet. But how could he when there are three illiterate idiots squabbling about how they were going to split a 70 dollar profit between three evenly. He didn’t even get to the fact that you couldn’t before he was being shoved into an alley.

A few savage kicks to his ribs and Yijeong vaguely wonders if they are planning on killing him. The shifting and healing making it all the more painful as he lets out a few wet coughs tinged with the taste of blood. They’ll give up eventually. His clothes and personal belongings are what mattered to him the most. Flesh wounds will heal, belongings are harder to replace. Though he almost thinks he might actually die when out of the corner of his swelling eye he sees another figure. He really should have just stayed quiet. Why today of all days did he have to speak.

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Deadpanning Yijeong simply shrugs, he should be like any other normal person and avoid getting his brains smashed it but honestly its not like he hasnt accidentally done so before all on his own. No, being able to regenerate from any and all bodily damages doesn’t make for someone who is careful. The exact opposite actually. Yijeong was no exception. 

“Whatever. You’ll have to hit me really, really hard. I can feel the pain. Not fun. Brain injuries are different though. There’s a lag in the pain while it regens. A sneak attack is preferred, you’re probably into that stuff too right? I’t should be a cinch for you”. 

Ah, more of the infamous dry humor of Yijeong’s specialty. Though YIjeong was actually considering not using it, given Jaebum’s  personality he probably couldn’t pick up on it, or just ignore it and he could very well be giving his art partner an unintentional invitation to beat the shit out of him with a bat or something. Damn, oh well. He’ll just have to keep an eye open.

Straightening out his ruffled hair and listening to Jaebum talk about dead people looking like fish should have unsettled him, but honestly in the hour hes gotten to know the other he can’t bring himself to put more effort into caring. Just sitting there and trying to follow the other’s cheerful disposition even when they were talking about the more macabre topics out there to talk about was enough to have his social reserved filled for a week.

He was definitely going to lock himself away or avoid people for a week after this. Yea, jaebum alone was enough socializing for a week.

Shooting Jaebum a small curious glance, its not all that hard to notice he wasn’t expecting him to actually jab him back. Not bothering to call him out on it, the Ajin stored that little tidbit in his mental bank if into. That could come into handy if Jabum could actually manage to be even more of a handful.

Watching Jaebum’s close the distance in less than a second Yijeong ran a hand over his face. Of course his efforts would be in vain. “Nah, it doesn’t tire me. Jun is what I call ‘semi-self-aware’. Sometimes he just does stuff on his own”.

Staring at Jun, a few thoughts came to mind as to what his complementary piece could actually be, but given his art partner was a little picky running them by would probably be the best idea. “I dont know. I was thinking some kind of knotted vase or whatever. But seeing as how your aim is to piss off the professor I’m open to suggestions. Maybe a 3D replica of the picture you take or something. You can spew anything and everything about the two. Compare and contrast them. You like to talk so I’ll just stand in the background”.

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Looking over at Jun he offers him a warm ssmile as they continue down the hall of the Institute, “Mm since Jun is a part of you the professors don’t mind tat he takes your place in class? Or how does that work?”

If he were really paying attention to his words and not to the ceramics then he probably would not have asked such a question, but seeing as how his mouth and brain were not one at the moment he was going to ask such a question.

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Looking at some of the pieces of ceramic art left to dry by other students Yijeong was actually considering coming back after his tour of the school with Kookie. A few works wouldn’t hurt before going back to doing absolutely nothing.Keeping his eyes on the different works in the rooms as they walk on by they all range from sculptures to pieces of pottery he points to different ones as he speaks, “You don’t have to be good at it. just takes practice. You don’t even have to be good at all art forms, maybe just one. I cant draw, but ask me to make a five foot tall ceramic vase and it’ll get done with my eyes closed”.

Turning a corner the floor underneath his feet started to lose its earthy and red tones, the farther they got away from the ceramic rooms. The earthy undertone smells growing fainter and Yijeong’s earlier chipper mood dying down before his ears are picking up Kookie’s question and it strikes a cord in him, hes not even sure if its a good or bad one.

Its not like Kookie intentionally asked a grey area question and honestly he should be used to these kinds of questions. The ajin couldn’t remember how many times people had mistaken Jun for just another student instead of actually being a part of him. Shrugging and stuffing his hands in his pickets Yijeong gave a shake of his head, a dull look on his face despite trying not to seem irked at having to tally another mark on the list of questions concerning Jun. “Nah. Jun isn’t an independent entity. Hes a part of me. Cant tell you how many times people think hes just some other student with an ability. Him going to class is like me actually going to class but not. Like a loophole in the attendance system”.

Seeing the signs that point to ethics and psychology Yijeong gets back to his original purpose as he refocuses his min on touring Kookie. No use spending effort on dwelling on the effort of explaining what it was exactly Jun is. “Anyway. The Ethics and Psychology rooms are in this general area. The room numbering is simple, anything with a one in front is first floor, two is second, you get the idea. Want to look for the rooms or just move on to tactics and close combat?”

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Jaebum has a mouth on him, oh joy. Not only is YIjeong lacking is the social department but also in the social butterfly and snappy comebacks. He was going to have to be on his toes with Jaebum that was for sure. Still being on his toes didn’t entitle any special effort and keeping his normal stoic face Yijeong doesn’t hesitate to retort, “Jackass. Not illiterate, but I might consider smashing my brains in to become illiterate if it means not delving into the creepy trench of niche art you crawled out of”.

Letting out a huff and the quirking up the edges of his lips slightly Yijeong finds it amusing to see Jaebum squirm as he tries to keep himself from going into a laughing fit. Had no one ever told him he looked like the type to be into strangling? Gold star for him in being the first. At the comment on blood Yijeong is butting in, sadly he had extensive knowledge when it came to shades of red. Thank you truck loaded with pipes for skewering him through the lungs like some kind of human kebab, “Blood isn’t bluish. Oxygen depleted blood is just darker than oxygen rich blood. Blood going from blue to red when its oxygenated while leaving your body is misinformed bullshit. Blood red versus maroon really”.

Smacking Jaebum’s hand away hes jabbing Jaebum in the side, not so much irked over his face. He knows he isn’t the most attractive at certain angles, but the bit about his height compared to Jun was enough to rub him the wrong way. But no need to have Jaebum in on that. “Not much ego to dent but I have to defend the little I do have, can’t have it all beaten out by people swooning over Jun”.

Yijeong has to keep himself from prying Jaebum off of Jun, wide-eyes he just watches as his counterpart is physically assaulted by a rather touchy art partner. The Ajin thought things couldn't get worse, it was Jun and not him being felt up but still. Mentally ordering the counterpart to react instead of sitting there like an obedient puppy the ghost moved as jaebum nudged it. Letting out a low screech, splitting its face around where a mouth should be. A few distorted mumbles leaving Jun as he stood up, moving at a safe distance from Jaebum. “Not harassing my linked counterpart is appreciated. He looks like he smells? Dark-coolish Aura and going for a bad-boy look? No. That requires too much effort. I’m of the lazier kind of person. Don’t talk much, don’t care to do much unless its art. Speaking off, are we going to make with the art project or not? I can have Jun leave till hes needed you know”.