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Cheeks dyed a brilliant warmth and gaze lowered when benign eyes landed on his croquis, figure tautened as he espied askance Jaehyun freezing. Heart pulsated in trepidation, a tremulous inspiration, and Ten impelled himself to lift his crown. Fear evinced in his umber orbs, searching the librarian's countenance, unsure of what he might perceive but frightened all the same.

No conspicuous negative reaction could be detected on Jaehyun's face, only shock and perplexity with a bit of what Ten could discern to be curiosity. The lack of appall and abhorrence prompted Ten to loosen up, a timid smile adorned his lips as he downcast his peer, assessing the esquisse in his journal. Elegant strokes constituted flowing hair which framed a suave face, eyes tenebrous but eloquent, beauteous smile ornamented his profile, build broad and pulchritudinous, disposition that of one reposing their chin on a hand as they surveyed an event or a person from afar.

"Yes," responded Ten at last, glancing up to Jaehyun once more, identifying the personage in his composition before him, very much tangible and mobile. "It's you."

Words abruptly died in his gorge, uncertain of what more to avow. Panic arose as he glanced around frantically, hoping to find something to talk about, anything. Finally, Ten just bowed his head and apologised, "I'm sorry for drawing you without permission. It wasn't my intention."

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The cries were heartbreaking, the emotions raw and broken, it cut right into Yuta’s heart. He didn’t notice himself holding onto Haechan a little tighter, bringing the younger a bit closer, too close until there was practically no more space between them. Here Haechan was, baring his feelings and being so vulnerable, and Yuta wanted nothing more than to protect the kid, keep him away from harm’s way and shielding him from everything that’s hurting him, to take care of the younger and make sure nothing could or would hurt him again.

Yuta could do nothing more than to listen to Haechan’s explanation, hearing for the first time what had gone wrong last year and why he had been cruelly ignored by the latter. Shock spread through him like ice cold water poured over his body, soaking his being to the core with such chill he almost flinched at the feeling. As soon as the shock passed however, betrayal settled in, feeling disheartened that Haechan would believe in the nasty whispers of crude students rather than inquiring about the matter head-on, confronting Yuta on the problem instead of sidling away and avoiding him entirely.

However, as despondent as Yuta may be, he tried not to allow the thought to cloud his judgement and instead, attempted to view the situation in Haechan’s angle, understand why the younger did what he had done at that time. Haechan had difficulty trusting people to begin with, and it was through gentle prodding and insistent pushing on Yuta’s side that the younger finally relented and allowed the elder into his life. The kid didn’t exactly have the best childhood, nor did he really have supportive parents, and matters were made worse courtesy of the boy’s Voldemort-loving father. As such, most of the wizards and witches that Haechan came across were snide and wicked, looking down on him and spitting curses as if he was anything but human, as if he wasn’t just a kid trying to grow up as a normal person. The cynical attitude of society had warped Haechan’s mind into thinking that everyone was terrible, and if someone appeared to show a credulous persona, then it meant that the person was acting for a cost or just toying for the sake of their twisted amusement.

Either of which made Yuta’s gut churn and heart clench.

So really, Yuta couldn’t blame Haechan for acting the way he had that time, even if he was a bit disappointed that the younger would be gullible enough to believe those lies. Yuta may be a Gryffindor, but that didn’t automatically make him a good guy — no matter the many adventurous and dauntless tales of Gryffindor fellows that were passed on, of their awe-inspiring achievements or riveting journeys, one cannot simply proclaim such a man to be a saint. The majority doesn’t stand for the minority, and no matter how little the minority is, you can’t just overlook their existence.

They exist, they’re there, and Haechan had feared Yuta to be one of them.

‘He should’ve talked to me about this,’ was what Yuta’s mind supplied. ‘He shouldn’t just leave the matter like that and ignore me so heartlessly!’

‘He was young though,’ another part of Yuta’s brain piped in. ‘He was scared, he was confused. He was lonely, he had no one to confide to, and the only person he could rely on was the same person who might be manipulating him. His feeling was all over the place, you can’t expect him to be able to face you when he’s scared of knowing the truth, could you?’

The first voice didn’t reply, and Yuta realised a bit too late that he hadn’t responded instantly when Haechan pulled away. His inner thoughts had stopped their argument, allowing him time to solve the issue currently at hand. Obviously, the conversation between the imaginary voices his head conjured up was dropped, forcing him to return to reality.

Frowning slightly, Yuta pried Haechan’s hands away from his head and held onto the younger’s cheeks, coaxing the latter to look at him. His gaze was steady, stern, but not fierce and held no judgement nor resentment. Instead, they were tender, pleading, silently begging Haechan. For what, he wasn’t sure.

“I don’t believe that you’re plotting anything,” came Yuta’s statement finally, opting to settle on the subject of the Triwizard Tournament for now. “You can be silly sometimes, but you’re not suicidal. Clearly you can’t put your name in the goblet yourself, so someone else did it.” He smiled reassuringly. “And I don’t think you asked that person to do so. You were shocked when your name was called, meaning you didn’t know about all this drama. You didn’t want to be a part of this, but you’re forced to face it anyway. By whom I still don’t know, but I’ll figure out soon. Someone is setting up something, and I’ll find out what that is.”

“For now, you’ll just have to deal with the tournament,” sighed Yuta, sadness clear in his tone. “You can’t back out, they won’t allow you to, you’ll just need to go through with it.” He smiled and ruffled Haechan’s hair, a bit playfully, a bit fondly, but mostly in hopes of lightening up the mood. “Don’t worry, I’m here. I’ll try my hardest to take care of you. So if you need anything, if you need help with this whole contest, I’ll be more than willing to help. People can die in this tournament, and I don’t want you to fall victim to that. I’ll ensure your safety, and that you escape this with as little harm as possible.” Squeezing Haechan’s shoulder, he hesitated for an instant before carefully commenting, “And I don’t blame you for avoiding me. I understand how you probably felt then. It’s okay, I forgive you.”

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Ka-ching, ka-ching — went away the sound of cash being wasted as gamblers made their bets. Bright vintage lights hit nook and cranny in the casino, except for the rooms behind thick walls. Everywhere the human eye lands, eager patrons could be seen waiting for the results of their gambit, staring greedily at the pile of colourful chips that laid atop green surfaces.

Zeren is not one to indulge himself in such petty activities. Yet, here he was, at the casino waiting. For what reason and for whom? The informant broker leaned back into the chair he was seated in, glancing around the room from where he was in the corner, no partners with him as he was left alone. Workers stayed away from the young man, knowing just who he was and his objective for appearing, while some gamblers who heard of him or even interacted with him avoided him like the plague, fearful of what information he could blackmail them with.

At last, the client of the night appeared before his eyes, seating across from him as a lovely girl straddled his lap. An absentminded hum vibrated from his throat at the man’s words, eyes following the hand before pausing at the brand. Anyone in the underworld should know what the symbol means by now, and with another glance at the girl, he finally recognised who she was.

A gracious smile formed on Zeren’s lips. “She’s quite the charmer.” His mind was whirring, though he pushed whatever thoughts his brain conjured to a side — he had business to attend. “You wish to see me to gain information on your rival company?” From what Zeren gathered of the man, his client was a businessman of a big name company, though not of CEO status, but still held a high position. “Did something happen for you to wish for such intel?” He cocked a brow.

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Abundant bout of verve, thrusted into the svelte bod of Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, mainly known as Ten, a youth of eternal frolicsome and frisk, for aye up to caper and fiat flouting. Lads or lasses, juvenile or senile, all kenned the adolescent as a sanguine scion, glossing over sobriety like one would thumb an ant — a mere speck in the wider scheme. The mien enclosing him, that of mettle and insouciance, never influenced by a slight or a bavardage, evading jabs like a professional, even tossing back a wisecrack and a wink before sauntering away.

What the public eye perceives on a daily basis, is a juxtapose to who he can be during intimate instances. Distorted delight discovered in the distress of others, giddy glee gained from the demolition of precious presence. If a monkey witnesses evil like Ten, it would wish it saw nothing, pretend to not have heard anything, never to speak of things.

Then there are bits like now — standing before the grave of his parents, a bouquet of flowers depending idly by his side, petals fluttering to the gravel delicately. Most visiting the dead would have sport wistfulness, a yearning in their bearing, dissociation in their orbs as they peer off into space, decrying non-existence. It was only natural reaction of humanity to desiderate for a companion long gone, an ache in their chest agonising enough to dispose on their countenance, and if cues allow it, tears and chokes and sobs shall unleash.

For Ten, his profile evinced detachment. A coruscate of ennui in those umber gaze, as if averse to be here but was coerced to dally for sake. Minutes of hush passed before he settled the bouquet down, pads gliding over marble tombs discreetly before retracting, heels spinning to exit.

But, his eyes espied a lonesome figure, and interest instantly spiked. A brow cocked, corners twitching into a half-smile, he approached the female. His voice was soft but clear as it carried towards the other, musing, “Quite suspicious to be out here alone by yourself in the middle of the night at a graveyard of all places, don’t you think?”

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[raises a brow in curiosity] Snuck a phone, huh? Naughty~ [teases light-heartedly, grinning to show I wasn’t disapproving] In that case- can you lend me your phone? I’ll type in my number. Or do you already memorise your phone number?
[stares at you for a moment after hearing your words, a sincere smile on my lips as I nod, patting your head]
That’s really kind of you. I’ll look forward to trying them out then. I might just visit you even more often if you cook them very well. [grins]
[nods in understanding] I see. [quirks a brow in amusement] A nightclub? Now that’s interesting. [grins] I shall show you around other places then. But I’ll need to make sure you won’t be noticed for sneaking out. [hums thoughtfully for a possible way to get you out of the mansion]

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[a grin slowly appears at your flustered state, holding back a laughter though unable to contain the few chuckles that slipped, merely musing] Love is definitely infinite, I’m glad we can agree on that matter.
[nods as I listen to you listing down the subjects you take, intrigued by the topics you decide to learn and imagining you actually studying for them] For a somewhat lackadaisical person, you sure picked up challenging subjects, I’m actually surprised.
[chortles after hearing your question, giving a slight shrug] Well, yeah, it’s tiring, I’m not going to deny that. Going from classes to classes and making sure to finish all the projects given by the teachers in time. Everything is energy-consuming, but I truly enjoy them, so I guess that’s what making me pull through every day.
How about you? The core subjects you took aren’t exactly easy either. What made you choose them?

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The social hierarchy which constituted the foundation of planet Htrae is best represented by the advancement in technology upon one’s existence and how much it embodies the individual’s everyday life. A man who possesses more technology on himself is a level above in terms of economy status compared to someone who lacks robotic prosthetic, while an influencer whose modernised features slyly camouflage with Homosapien features belong to the top of the food chain. In a world where scientific knowledge trumps all, it’s only a matter of time and money before the residents of such high-developed celestial body becomes one of the same with their artificial intelligence, breaching that partition between humanity and automation.

Skyscrapers dominate the landscape, leaving little to no space for Mother Nature to thrive, painting the globe in a field of silver if not for the body of Prussian blue ocean that took up seventy-percent of the surface. Specks of green were scarce, few and far in between, with a park here or a forest there, most of the flora hidden from direct sight in the point of view of an outsider — growing within buildings like an interior decoration or inside jungle. Findings have allowed the lives on Htrae to generate oxygen from sources aside from plants, inventing vehicles that ran on water instead of fuel and thus releasing hydrogen gas and oxygen gas, plus other creative ways of producing oxygen.

The evolution in machinery not only allowed ease and convenience to daily lifestyle, but also security and comfort. Surveillance are tight, cameras found in every nook and cranny one can imagine, from the big streets and small alleys, to building lobbies and corridors. The only places without monitoring are homes due to privacy reasons, but if one so wishes they may choose to install CCTV for personal safety.

Jungwoo is a well off man living on his own in his spacious apartment, working as a cosmetic model with his face plastering across billboards alongside the products he advertises. Glowing turquoise circuit board patterns lined his skin, adorning the apples of his cheeks down to the side of his neck, the design tracing the long expanse of his arms, touching his elbows before reaching the back of his hands, each end stretching up to his fingers. His delicate and soft features, topped with smooth and fluffy strands, alongside a slim and tall physique, received appraisal from consumers worldwide, and garnered him a huge fan base.

Jungwoo lives a relatively simple life. Aside from the fact he’s a celebrity, his day to day life is rather uneventful and just like any normal person’s. Wake up, carry out morning routine, have breakfast, go to work, eat something for lunch break, continue with work, return home for dinner, then sleep — occasionally, he would surf through channels or the net for something entertaining to occupy himself before bed time.

Everything was peaceful and quiet for Jungwoo, until it wasn’t.

One fateful Saturday, Jungwoo was graced with a chance of a half day leave, permitting him to go home early. Upon arrival, he kicked off his shoes and went straight for the kitchen, finding something to fill his hungry belly. The thought of locking his front door slipped his mind as he made himself a simple sandwich and poured a glass of orange juice, bringing them to his living room to eat.

Minutes ticked by with Jungwoo just enjoying his meal, and while the male was sipping on his drink, his front door was suddenly slammed open, the loud noise causing him to flinch in surprise and almost choke on his beverage. He placed his cup down on the glass coffee table, gazing towards the direction of his front door with wide eyes filled with puzzlement, staring at the intruder. An awkward silence settled between them when the stranger finally turned around and noticed him, the both of them just looking at each other.

Finally, the other man pulled out his weapon and directed it to him, prompting a yelp of shock and fear to leave Jungwoo as he backed away on his couch, hoping futilely to create distance between them. The stranger held a device to his mouth and started speaking rapidly in a language that he couldn’t understand, before sliding said device towards him. Jungwoo eyed the other male cautiously, his gaze flickering to the device hesitantly before finally picking it up and holding it close.

Initially, when the device started transmitting a sound, the poor frightened model almost dropped it, only to realise later that the sound was actually a voice and it was speaking his language. He quickly found out that it was a translator and upon hearing the message, he stared at the man somewhat sceptically, unsure of whether to trust him or not. He was toying with the device in his hand, rubbing along the sides and edges as he contemplated, coming to a conclusion that probably took far more time than it should.

“This way,” murmured Jungwoo, in his own language, even if the other couldn’t understand it, as he nodded towards the direction of his bedroom.

He stood up and advanced to his sleeping quarters, pressing a button on the door and watching it slid open, turning to the stranger. “Come on, hide here.”

Jungwoo didn’t know why he would trust a man who just pulled a gun on him, or even believe any of his words to the matter, but something in his gut told him that the other meant no harm, and that the sooner he cooperated, the quicker the other would be on his merry way. Once the stranger had passed through the threshold into his private room, he handed the translator to the man before tapping on a pad on the wall, sliding the door to a shut again. He only spared the man one last brief glance before the door completely shut, trying to convey with his eyes some form of message, like he was informing the man that he would take care of the situation.

Very soon, there was knocking on his door, and Jungwoo flinched in fear, knowing what was to come next. Calming his erratic heartbeat, he answered the door, throat tightening as his eyes landed on a group of uniformed men holding their weapons to their chests and standing outside of his apartment. He managed a natural charming smile on his features, showing no signs of his initial fright at seeing the intruder, and made a small bow of greeting.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen. How may I help you?”

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Zhengting @ Kiwook (A New Tale, A New Beginning, A New World)

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Zhengting @ Kiwook (A New Tale, A New Beginning, A New World)

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Zhengting’s eyes widened a fraction at Kiwook’s words, a strange noise emitting from his throat, the sound an odd mixture of surprise, embarrassment and nervousness. He wondered if his face had deepened in colour from Kiwook’s statement, and he had half the mind to hit the latter for his comment, which he did, not too harshly though. “Well aren’t you a cheeky one?” He let out a huff as he crossed his arms and gave Kiwook a half-hearted glare, teasing, “Is that how you usually flirt with others?”

Zhengting rubbed his cheek where Kiwook had poked it, feeling warmth and mentally cursing himself for getting flustered over something so simple, before yelping when a snow ball was thrown his way. “Hey! That’s not fair!” He made a snowball of his own and chugged it in Kiwook’s direction as payback. He noticed Kiwook creating more snowballs and quickly made more of his own, humming to the other’s remark and smiling at the idea. “Alright, we’ll see whether it’s two moms or two dads that we’ll make when the time comes.”

Zhengting laughed in amusement at Kiwook’s suggestion, shaking his head before ruffling the latter’s hair. “No one hurt- but you’ll get sick.” He sighed in feigned exasperation. “You suck at taking care of yourself. How are you still surviving as an independent grown man?” He hummed thoughtfully, though not actually giving his musing much consideration, just joining in on creating a snowman together, hiding his snowballs just in case. He grinned at Kiwook’s comment and leaned into the other’s side, scrunching his nose briefly at the poke before nuzzling him. “Okay, I trust you. So, how about we make some snow children first?”

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Jongho nodded his head along to Yunho’s explanation on his life, understanding where the other was coming from. “I think it’s amazing how you can lead a stable life after graduation just from YouTube, that’s not an easy feat!” How these people dared to take the first step into something unknown like using social media as main source of income would always awe Jongho. “What kind of videos do you make? What’s your channel?” He didn’t watch a lot of YouTube unless it’s for assignment purposes, but he may have seen some random videos every now and then and wondered if he may have stumbled across some of Yunho’s.

Jongho chuckled with a nod. “Yeah, you can say that. Though I’m not sure if it’ll be the career I end up with.” There were times where after leaving university with their degrees, students pursued other jobs instead of what they had entered for. Jongho wasn’t sure if he would be one of them, though he wouldn’t doubt it from happening. “Either way, at least I managed to learn some interesting facts by majoring in this course, so it’s not all that bad!”

Jongho looked up when he heard another voice speaking — one that was completely different from the other’s and one that he definitely hadn’t heard yet. He was quick to spot the source, noticing the foreign person and guessing him to be the eighth and final member of the crew. He waved his hand as he yelled after the other. “Hello there, San, welcome abroad! As for your question, we’re not quite sure yet, we’re still adapting to things.”

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Knowing that he was the reason behind the injuries now displayed on Yangyang’s skin, it actually made him feel a bit guilty, just a little. On the one hand, he felt bad that hindering the boy in his work led to these scars; but on the other hand, he wasn’t very sorry since he was just looking out for another person and making sure no harm had been done upon them. Still, Kun felt compelled to apologise, which he did. “Sorry. You’re now like this because of me.”

Kun frowned at Yangyang’s reluctance to show other injuries on his body, stating firmly. “They need to be treated. If you don’t get them treated right now, they’ll get infected and in turn you’ll become sick or even worse!” He shook his head as he continued, “If you’re not going to let me treat those wounds, at least go to a hospital and get them checked or something. Isn’t there anyone in your pack who can also help to treat your wounds? They can’t go unattended like this!” He didn’t understand why the other wanted to be so stubborn in getting treatment — did he have a death wish or something?

A sigh left him at Yangyang’s words, nodding though soon offering, “At least let me drive you back to wherever you live? It’s cold outside, and you’re in no condition to walk home by yourself like this. Lord knows how you even manage to come here in such a state.” Must be through sheer determination that Yangyang pulled it off. Kun quickly shook the thought away. “I am done with my shift anyway, so sparing some time to fetch you home wouldn’t make much of a difference for me and my work. If you don’t want me to get you back that’s fine too, but I’m not letting you walk there alone. Maybe call someone who’s close to you to come and pick you up?”

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Ten @ Hwanhee (The Seoul Academy of Love)

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Ten @ Hwanhee (The Seoul Academy of Love)

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[enters the dorm room and perks up as I notice you, grinning while placing my bag down near the door and closing it]

Hwanhee! You’re back already?

[walks over to your bunk bed and nudges your side to make a bit space for me to lie in, happily cuddling up to your side so I won’t fall off]

What are you looking at? [takes a peek at your phone and sees your Twitter, perking up] You use Twitter? That’s cool! What’s the latest news?

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Long digits flown across smooth dermis delicately, tentative gaze absorbing the wishes and demands of his subjects-to-be, crimson squiggles painting alabaster canvas in a tapestry of words.

Servants came forth then, palms grasping the royal robe carefully, cloth opened up and smoothed out to disallow crumples forming. The silk draped across his warm body like chilly water, sending shivers down his spine, the tiny hairs the precious material grazed upon tingling. The varying calligraphies coating his skin had long since dried, abolishing the worry of tainting the interior of the rich fabric.

Buttoned down and wrapped in a layer of aureate cape, Aureus stared upon the figure reflected in the mirror. Thin tiers parted in a small gape, the young man unrecognising the individual returning his eye contact. The once youthful and free-spirited crowned prince was gone — the being before him awaited his crown, to sit on his rightful throne and start his reign.

A heavy sigh, then he was escorted out of the dressing room, guided to the main hall where his guests mingled.

Attention had rarely been unto him as a prince, unencumbered by unnecessary focus and political conversations. Now, the second he traipsed the threshold partitioning the hallway and main hall, focus was instantly on him. Silence blanketed the room for a beat, before claps resonated, welcoming the new king.

Biddings were instantaneous, all ‘your highness’ and ‘your majesty’, a few ‘I’m sorry for your loss’ and ‘it’s a true distress for you to lose your father’.

However, mostly, Aureus heard ‘congratulations’ and ‘welcome’.

For the first time, smiling felt like a chore, pate lowering shortly in a nod and slight bow, acknowledging presences. Hands were shaken, hugs were shared, familiar faces addressed. The crown hadn’t even set atop him yet, but Aureus was tired already.

How his father managed to keep up his front was truly a wonder.

As sienna orbs scanned the hall, brows furrowed in puzzlement, a nagging feeling settling within his gut. There was no sign of a certain pearl-headed king, and Aureus was unsure of what to think. He pondered whether the Zoraqis would arrive much later, before continuing his quest on greeting visitors in the palace.

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Ten @ San (Descendants — Children of the Legends)

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Ten @ San (Descendants — Children of the Legends)

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[shrugs] You never know~ I just might?

[grins and pecks your lips, moving to sit comfortably on your lap and face you, caressing your cheek]

[smirks playfully at your groan and words, running my hand in your hair instead]

Don’t you think things are spicier and more entertaining when risk is thrown in the mix?

[nuzzles your nose]

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I see. [smiles] I’m from the artist department, I do character design. [looks at the mint curiously before shrugging] Sure, if you don’t mind sharing some?

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Ten was pretty sure a muscle twitched in his cheek at the sight of the smile, feeling loathing bubbling in his throat. His knuckles were probably turning white with how hard he was gripping the edge of his seat. He didn’t know which one he wanted to do more — punch the man or make an escape.

Alas, he was feeling too groggy to land a proper hit, and the resounding click as the door closed behind the doctor killed all hopes of leaving the room.

He was stuck, and not with someone nice.

Ten wanted to snort, but even that in itself took too much energy, so he just resorted to nod slightly, his crown heavy but mind light-headed. “Yes.” He stopped himself from making a retort, biting down on his lower lip to swallow in any snarky remarks ready to spill from his mouth.

Hearing the statement, Ten scoffed, shaking his head. Lab reports — yeah, he totally excelled in them, if nearly losing his mind and breaking down from sheer pressure could be considered impressive. Then again, Hongbin made sure he will edge at the brink, but pull him right back onto hard ground before he could fall over — the damn psycho.

“This place sucks,” spat Ten unkindly, hissing at the bright light shone into his eyes, blinding him for a moment. “I feel like shit and if there’s any side effects, I wouldn’t know. At this point, everything feels horrible enough to be a side effect.”

He blinked away the black spots that dominated his vision once the light was gone, slowly regaining his bearing as he heard rustling at his side, indicating the man to have sat down. He opted to continue, “The food here is bland, for your information. Bread with butter and cheese plus ham accompanied by milk for breakfast, and congee for dinner. Nothing for lunch.”

Because lunch hours tend to be replaced by torture sessions with nightmare doctors and scientists.

“This place is a maze,” noted Ten too, looking away from the doctor, directly avoiding needing to make eye contact with Hongbin. “I don’t get to see other patients here. Makes me wonder who might be here that I know.”

And there he was going at it again — dropping implications. The true reason he submitted himself to this hell hole. The friend that he’s trying to search for but couldn’t find.

Ten dared himself to glance at the doctor briefly. “How many patients are there anyway?”

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[advances towards our meeting spot, hearing my phone chiming to signal an incoming message, fishing out the device to read your text briefly, a small smile forming at your words before picking up my pace to arrive there faster]

[soon reaches the restaurant and enters the building, glancing up when the bell rings before looking around, trying to find where you are]

[perks up as soon as I noticed you and grins, quickly walking over to your table and waving in greeting to you, sliding into the seat opposite of you] Hey, Doyoungie! How have you been?

[tilts head at the item you gave me, letting out a curious sound before picking it up, turning it around as I examine it]

A gift for me? [smiles broadly] What’s inside?

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Ten could hear the doubt and fear in the other’s voice, though seeing her taking the risk of trusting him made him smile a bit more genuinely, less in nervousness now. “I came from that way,” explained Ten as he pointed out the direction from which he came before spotting her. “I’ve been wandering around a bit too long, I guess I wasn’t keeping track of the path I was walking and found myself here.” He chuckled softly, humourlessly, though still hoping it could somehow brighten the mood. Grinning slightly at the girl’s words, he assured, “It’s okay, we’ll just have to find our way out of here slowly. As long as we don’t encounter any wolves or other wild lives, we should be fine.” Hoping that it could temporarily take the other’s mind off of the current situation, he introduced, “My name is Ten. What is yours?”

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Ten smiled at the offered hand before taking it, silently marvelling at how small his hand seemed when in Johnny’s. “We shall go then! Off to your place we head to!” He allowed Johnny to lead the way and as the latter did so, he decided to take the chance to really take in his appearance and note the details. His brown hair seemed very smooth and fluffy, and Ten recalled how soft the strands felt when he ran his fingers through them. He suddenly had an urge to ruffle his hair again, which he did as he reached with his other hand to card his hand through Johnny’s hair, grinning brightly. “Your hair is really nice, by the way. Did anyone tell you that?”

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Johnny was just finished having dinner with the girls, sending them off to their dorms and assigning Solar to ensure all the members made it to bed while he checked on a friend. With packed food in a plastic bag hanging from one hand, he made it to the dance studio which Ten always hid himself in, not hearing any music coming from the room. He wondered briefly if the other already left, only to be proven wrong as he saw the trainee lying on the ground through the small window on the door. He knocked a couple times before entering, lifting the bag of food for Ten to see before closing the door behind him. “I thought you already left, the room was so quiet.” He walked towards the lying figure and sat beside him, placing the bag down to take out the packed food. “Here, your dinner, as promised. You’re probably starving by now.”

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Ten @ Kun (Sorry Bro Can’t Go Out Tonight)

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Ten @ Kun (Sorry Bro Can’t Go Out Tonight)

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Ten tried to contain his sobs as he felt Kun pressing their foreheads together, avoiding making eye contact as he tried to wipe away the falling tears, feeling embarrassed to have the other seeing him in such a state. Him being down and depressed around the alpha wasn’t an unusual occurrence, however him crying in front of the alpha was definitely a first, and this in turn made the omega feel exposed and ashamed of himself. He always put up a strong front, wanting to be someone who others could rely on, and would force the tears away whenever he felt them forming — to have them streaming down his face freely right now was basically laying bare his weakest point for anyone to take and abuse.

Ten unconsciously leaned into the hands cupping his face, feeling his heart fluttering from the simple action, bringing his hands up to hold Kun’s own against his cheeks. He finally dared himself to make eye contact with the other when he heard the pain and sincerity in his voice, the lump in his throat making it difficult for him to say anything, only able to produce soft whimpers and sobs which he tried to hold back too. He nuzzled the elder’s nose back, letting out a soft sigh as he silently listened to Kun’s explanation, deciding to just bask in the other’s little affectionate attention for now, not having the heart nor the strength to push the other away, just wanting to be close after that huge exertion of emotions.

Ten could only nod and hum to Kun’s words, gingerly wrapping his arms around the other’s neck to pull him close for a hug, shuddering at the soft kiss on his neck and letting out a soft whine. “As long as you keep your promise,” murmured the omega finally after keeping his lips closed the whole time the alpha was speaking, tightening his hold around the other ever so slightly. “I can’t lose you, Kun. You’re my best friend, you mean too much to me.”

Ten felt Kun pulling him closer into his embrace and allowed it, not fighting against it as he leaned into the other’s warmth instead. The new wave of pheromones muddled the omega’s mind further, a drawn out keen emitting from his throat as he practically clung onto the alpha for support, feeling his whole body turning into jelly. He felt as if he was submerged in water, not quite sinking nor floating, drowning in the other’s heavy scent without knowing what’s up and down or left and right, mind only filled with Kun and alpha, comfort and cordiality.

Ten barely heard Kun speaking, acknowledging that the latter said something but unable to discern his statement, conscience too bogged up by the pheromones to make sense of his words. Somewhere in his foggy mind, his human self noticed the problem and started panicking, letting the alarms in his head to go off, warning him that something wasn’t right. A mewl slipped from his lips, whether in protest from his human thoughts or in satisfaction from his wolf’s perception, the omega couldn’t tell at that point.

“Kun,” breathed Ten in a high pitched whine, squirming in Kun’s hold. “Too much,” managed the omega as he panted, eyes glazed over. “I can’t,” whispered the younger, not quite finishing his sentence, unsure of what he was even trying to say, only knowing that everything felt overwhelming.

Ten could hear the bell ringing and lightly patted Kun’s back to catch his attention. “The bell,” murmured the omega, unable to get any more words out from him. The pheromones seemed to be hindering his sense of speech, jumbling his thoughts enough to the point he couldn’t grasp at words and form a coherent sentence. “Classes now,” continued Ten with furrowed brows, trying to concentrate on forming a full phrase instead of just spouting few words that barely had meaning.

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The organic essence of cured leaves imbued the eccentric tea shop, its assuaging aroma filling the air and greeting customers amicably, subdue bell sounds travelling the small space whenever the door opens. The quietude ambience which permeated the store alleviated Ten’s nerves as eyes gazed over rows of labelled tins, English characters nestled under diverse jargons upon thin white papers pasted on the lids. Certain patois Ten recognised, such as Korean, Mandarin, and his mother tongue Thai, but others were of languages foreign to him, though he distantly speculated them to be of principally Asian origins. He enjoyed tea a lot, and with his stocks on such material dropping, he needed to replenish his inventories. However, with the mitigating semblance of the tea shop, and ataractic scent of tea leaves, Ten found it arduous to select the variety he sought for and carry out his purchase, so he idled a bit longer, relishing the atmosphere before requiring to retire to his frenetic and jaunty course.

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Ten found himself chuckling at the determined statement, ruffling Hyunjin’s hair affectionately. “And that’s what I like about you~ unafraid to find your weakness, but won’t flaunt your strength either. Keep that up and you’ll be able to go a long way, Hyun.”

Ten placed a hand over his chest as he bowed slightly, a show of humility as he mused, “Why, thank you, Hyunjin, for the compliment. I’m flattered~” He crinkled his nose at the poke, huffing as he shook his head, a find smile on his lips. “You better! I would be offended otherwise.” Playfulness laced his tone as he spoke.

Ten grinned slightly after hearing Hyunjin’s words, nodding his head in agreement. “Yeah, Professor Byun isn’t that bad of a guy. He’s just your typical Head of House who has a lot of things in mind and many work to get done.” He made a face at the latter comment, shaking his head with an amused snort. “When you put it like that, you remind me of a cockroach — indestructible and not easy to die.” He gave the image a thought, soon regretting doing so. “That would be a horrifying thought. Please don’t be a cockroach.”

Ten only rolled his eyes, though the smile on his face gave away how he truly felt. Clicking his tongue in feigned annoyance, he waved offhandedly as he drawled, “Yes, yes, mother, I heard you the first time!” He grumbled gibberish under his breath like a mad teenager as he munched on his sandwich, having a bit too much fun in fooling around like this.

“So, what classes do you have after this?” Ten asked curiously, taking more sandwiches for the both of them. He noticed a few students already leaving, but there were still some streaming into the Great Hall, so he figured they still have some time to spare.

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“Nope! Not going to happen,” chided Ivan after hearing the half-hearted excuse. “You’re not writing anything until you’re feeling a bit better. 5ever can wait- your well-being can’t.” Seeing that Seiji didn’t put up a fight when he made him stand caused a smile to form on his face, relieved that he didn’t need to convince the former any more than he was trying to. He quirked a brow at the defiant statement before snorting, shaking his head with an amused smile. “If you say so~”

Ivan noticed Seiji’s avoidance of others and stayed close to his side, almost as if trying to cover the latter from being seen by members of the company. He knew he couldn’t hide Seiji though, so he could only offer apologetic smiles to whoever they passed by until they reached the company’s entrance. “There’s a new ice cream shop that opened a few weeks ago,” explained Ivan as he gave Seiji’s hand a comforting squeeze. “They have a lot on the menu, I think you would like them.”

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Ten let out a soft groan at the spank, grinning cheekily soon after as he ground back against Hongjoong, dangerously close to his crotch but making sure to miss it by that very few centimeters.

"You only give orders on the ship, captain," mused Ten in a sing-song tone, leaning close to Hongjoong's ear to whisper. "I don't know if you can say the same in bed now, can you?"

Quickly leaning back, he hummed in feigned thoughtfulness, still rocking his hips atop Hongjoong. "I don't know... let me think."

He fiddled with a loose thread on Hongjoong's shirt, speaking softly and with a low voice. "I was thinking about having you under me and fucking me, but me being the one to control the situation."

He smiled serenely at Hongjoong, placing his hand flat against his chest as he quizzed, "What do you say, captain?"

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/picks up the bag I brought with me before sitting opposite of you, rummaging through the content before pulling out some snacks and placing them between us

Have you eaten yet? I have some food with me. You can have them if you want!

/leans back on my hands as I listen to your reply, letting out a soft ‘oh’/ I didn’t realise I have the door opened. /chuckles/ I guess I should be more careful from now on.

Oh, this room? I think this is the acting class room. Never been in here before?

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The utter dilemma going through the other boy’s mind was so obvious, Ten almost laughed. He didn’t blame him though, not after what went down in the lounge. If anything, he had a feeling the other would be treating him like a nemesis — perfectly what he needed on the first day of university!

Unlike the boy though, Ten was more than ready to act casual with the former, always one with a carefree and unperturbed personality. He didn’t like conflicts and tend to put incidents behind him faster than one can blink. Though they’re never gone from memory, he hoped to at least not have to act as if a time bomb was strapped to him.

But perhaps Ten was just that tad bit peeved, because he definitely jumped in surprise when the door slammed louder than he expected.

He watched silently as the boy sat down and continued to talk, unable to withhold the snort that left him. “Come on, it’s not that bad. You’re just making it worse for yourself by thinking it is.” Finally, he opted to just turn around so he could lie back on the bed, sighing happily as he faced the ceiling instead of the brooding boy.

“Well, I’m more than happy to get pass what happened in the lounge!” Ten chimed, probably a bit too cheerfully. “I’m not sure if I’ve introduced myself yet, so here goes- You can call me Ten, and I’m from Thailand!” He rubbed his arms along the mattress like one would when doing a snow angel. “I think I’ve heard of you. Your name is Xuxi or something, isn’t it?” He probably had checked the names of registered students the day before the university’s opening — don’t ask how he got it.

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Ten turned off the shower head before drying himself with a towel, quickly putting on his clothes before exiting the stall. Reaching his locker, he hung his towel and took out his duffel bag to stuff his worn outfit into, zipping it up before slinging it over his shoulder. Shutting his locker, he made his way to the entrance and opened the door, quickly stopping himself from running into someone standing directly outside. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” apologised the Thai male quickly, naturally speaking in Korean, glancing up only to realise who exactly was it he almost bumped into. “Eliza? What are you doing here?” The switch in language was quick, transitioning to English as he talked.

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[preens at the peck and just snuggles against you]

What can I say? Darkness is my best friend.

[notices the lack of sunlight and glances up, seeing the clouds covering the sun and beaming]

Yup! Much better! Thank you, Baekkie~ [kisses your cheek quickly]

[hums in agreement and nods] That’s true too. Everyone is just doing their stuff right now. [glances briefly at everyone] I hope someone accidentally get a nail stuck in their hand or something. I’m bored!

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[obediently sits on your lap, placing my hands on your shoulder for support]

Hmm, if you insist. [pecks your forehead] Then I’ll just look forward to what you can give me~

[hums softly as I play with your hair] You don’t have to thank me. You also gave me something, I should be the one thanking you first.

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“B-Baby,” repeated Ten, taken aback, voice bashful. He scrunched his nose when it was poked and rubbed it, looking at Taeyong with a disapproving pout. He watched as Taeyong sniffed the shampoos, before eyeing him when he leaned close to smell him, confused by the action and stilling. After hearing the statement though, he felt his cheeks heating up, burying his face into his forearm to calm himself down. When he lifted his pate again, he picked out the shampoo that he normally used and gave it to Taeyong, the bottle one-quarter full since he kept using it.

“This is the shampoo I use,” commented Ten with a smile. He chortled when he heard Taeyong’s remark, nodding in understanding as he stood up. “I’ll get the bath bombs then. I kept most of them in my room. I’m not sure if I still have any but we’ll see. I’ll be but for a moment.” He swiftly left the bathroom and ascended to his bedroom, rummaging through his closet for the bath bombs he kept. He soon found them in a basket and was back in the bathroom not a few minutes later, hand gripping the whole basket where he kept the items. “Here are all the bath bombs that I have. You can pick whichever. I don’t usually use them so I don’t mind if you take more than a few.”

Seeing the contemplative expression on Taeyong’s countenance, Ten swallowed nervously. No way, he couldn’t actually be considering Ten’s offer, right? Though it seemed to be the case with the next few words, although the obvious mischief on his face. He observed the fairy’s movements a bit, before realising what was probably on his mind and felt another wave of embarrassment prompting his ears to flush. “Are you imagining me naked?” Ten huffed, even if he knew the question. Still, he took off his clothes in front of Taeyong, pausing once he’s down to his underwear before making a turning gesture with his finger. “Look away.”

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Yuri @ Sunmi (The Eternity Glade Institute for the Criminally Insane)

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Yuri @ Sunmi (The Eternity Glade Institute for the Criminally Insane)

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You haven’t? [pouts like a kicked puppy, but quickly beaming again as I get an idea] That’s okay! Maybe on our next date, you can come over to my place? I have the CD so we can watch it together! [smiles widely] You'll enjoy it, I’m sure!

[blushes more at your words, smiling softly] I think I’m the one who’s lucky here. I’ve never gone on a date before. What’s more, you’re an amazing person, and to think you’ll ask someone as plain as me out. [smiles sheepishly] It’s definitely not something I would ever dreamed of.

[watches as the waiter left but was taken off guard by your question, feeling embarrassed again as I clear my throat] Y-Yes. [murmurs softly] I like small but sweet gestures. They may seem insignificant to some, but it’s always the tiny gestures that creates the most intimate moments. You know what I mean? [looks at you with an embarrassed smile]

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Ryeowook stared at Minji, a worried frown on his face at what she said, and sighed, scratching the back of his neck. It was clear that she was deeply upset by the situation and he understood, he truly did, because let’s be honest, who wouldn’t be spooked when they brought their dead loved ones to life, even though they did not actually bring them back from the other side? One will always remember their loved ones as they were, and sometimes these memories could be too painful for the person, and to suddenly encounter their reincarnated loved ones, whether in the form of creation power or as another totally different person, could be a bit too much.

Ryeowook could also understand her worry about drawing an even more harmful and even smarter creation, after everything that happened today. Although this was the first time it happened, if Minji’s panicked state from the beginning was anything to go by, the chances of a next time would not be impossible anymore. They were lucky that the creation she made today was nothing too dangerous, even if it did almost injure the students if not for Minji’s quick reflex, but if there was to be a next time, who can be sure that it wouldn’t be something that can cause a bigger mess than this one did?

Still, Ryeowook didn’t like seeing his student looking so down, and being the ever optimistic person, or close to one, he told her. “Let us all take this moment as an experience, something to learn from. This may be the first time it happened, but we managed to solve the problem, and that’s all that matters.” He inhaled slowly. “If there’s a next time, at least we will know how to deal with the situation better, since we already dealt with it once before. Everything that happens, no matter it occurred once or more, we can always learn something from it.” He placed a hand on Minji’s shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly, a small smile on his lips as his eyes looked at her gently. “So don’t worry about it. Just remember- don’t panic, calm down, think of the best solution to the problem, and execute it. If anything goes wrong, you can always have a Plan B ready.”

Ryeowook pulled his hand away from Minji and leaned back into his chair, letting out a tired breath. “Plus, today is rather eventful, don’t you think?” He grinned, and hoped it didn’t look like a grimace instead. “No one got hurt, thankfully, but still, it’s rather exciting to be fighting something and trying to save people from harm.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Although I don’t anticipate the paperwork that is to come...” and with that, a wince formed on his features, just thinking about the report he had to make on this was giving him a headache.

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[keeps a smile from forming hearing the endearment, though lets out a surprised gasp when I was pulled forward, holding the back of the seat with my free hand as I found myself straddling you, gazing you in surprise which soon turned to amusement]

[doesn't try to stop you and lets you kiss me, melting against the kiss and returning the gesture, wrapping my arms loosely around your neck]

[releases a soft chuckle once you pull away, looking you in the eyes with a broad smile]

If it is what you want, I’ll be more than happy to give.

[hums in agreement at your suggestion before chortling when you admitted to not being able to drive, shaking my head]

I’ll drive then. Just be a good boy and don’t do anything distracting until we reach the residences. Is that clear?

[caresses your cheek before ruffling your hair playfully, getting off of you so you could stand and smiling when you pulled me close, placing my hand over yours that’s on my waist]

This way. [nods towards the exit before leading you out of the club and towards the parking lot]

[pulls out my keys and unlocks my car, gently pulling your hand off of me so we could enter the car, getting into the driver’s seat to start the engine]

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Ryeowook @ Joshua (The Eternity Glade Institute for the Criminally Insane) 

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Ryeowook @ Joshua (The Eternity Glade Institute for the Criminally Insane) 

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Ryeowook smiled and closed the door after Joshua entered, walking over to his chair and sitting behind his desk, watching the therapist as he scanned his office. He was rather taken aback by the straight forward question, but he smiled nonetheless and chuckled. “Eager to learn, is it?” He smiled, shaking his head. “It’s okay, chatty is fine. I don’t talk a lot so feel free to say anything you feel you must.”

Ryeowook hummed thoughtfully as he considered the question. “As for your question, it depends on the wounds of the patient. If it’s something minor, like a small cut on the finger, it shouldn’t take longer than a minute or two. But if it’s something worse, say, a stab wound, it might take at least half an hour to disinfect the wound and apply the ointment before patching it up, stitching if necessary.” He smiled at the next question, nodding. “Yes, we need to make weekly reports too. Mostly to ensure the inmates are taking their medications, and also to report if anyone had been injured for the past week, be them inmate or staff.”

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Ten was half paying attention to what Lucas was saying, mostly focusing on the puppy as she wandered about. It seemed that she still wasn’t used to his presence since she didn’t linger too long around him before rushing away again to explore more of the apartment. He ended up looking at Lucas in surprise, chuckling in intrigue. “You actually remembered that? I didn’t think you took it seriously.” Not that he minded having a puppy though, it would be a fun addition to the apartment. He walked over to sit opposite of Lucas, close enough that their knees were bumping. He had an urge to pet the puppy, but wasn’t sure if he should. “She’s a girl, right?” He asked for confirmation, humming thoughtfully. “Maybe... Lucy? Do you think that’ll be too plain for her?”

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[bites my lower lip to withhold a groan and places a hand over my heart as if being attacked by your words] Good, that’s good.

[can only manage a chuckle at your teasing, unable to respond before you already left]

[puts away the last silverware when you exited, turning to you with a smile only to feel my breath hitch at the sight of you]

Oh wow!

[gawks a bit sillily at you]

You look- [clears my throat, finding my voice again] You look great. [smiles genuinely] You look amazing in them.

[blinks at your comment though quickly chuckles] Yeah, we were, but you went to take a bath so I took it upon myself to wash them. At least you don’t have to trouble yourself in washing them and we can leave as soon as you’re done preparing.

[grins and walks over to you, sliding my arms around your waist and pulling you close to place a kiss on your forehead]

Does it fit you well? [looks you over a bit] Are the pants a bit too loose or anything?

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Ten @ J-Hope (The New Empire: Rise of the Vampires)

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Ten @ J-Hope (The New Empire: Rise of the Vampires)

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/chuckles before smirking, a hint of sardonicism in it/ If being a hero has been my goal since the start, I should be here long ago, shouldn’t I? Instead of coming now.

Well, if you must insist. /takes in a deep breath, more like a stall and to collect my thoughts, trying to think of where to begin/

I’ll just say I have reached my last straw. The only family member I have left- my younger sister, her name was Tern. /eyes soften just the slight bit as I recall the memory/ After our parents were gone, she was all I have. It had been that way for a little more than a decade now.

/chuckles humourlessly, dryly/ What a fool I am to leave her alone and expect no one to hurt her. When I returned, she was drained of blood, and barely clinging onto her last breath.

/stops my story there abruptly, looking at you with a smile again, an unconscious habit even if it doesn’t reach my eyes/ Is that a good enough reasoning for you, sir?

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Ten didn’t back away even as Jongjin leaned closer, holding eye contact as he waited for his answer. As soon as the response came, his brows raised in sincere surprise, not expecting the reply. “Really? You didn’t seem like it,” confessed Ten. “You seem to be able to hold yourself up very well even with heat.”

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Ten didn’t try to question Taemin on what he had in mind, knowing he wouldn’t tell him anyway. “Just be careful. I wouldn’t know how to explain otherwise,” mused Ten as he nodded to Ray, hoping it was enough indication to what he was trying to say. “They know about my connection with you, so they’re keeping tabs on me too.” Ten chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t want to know how many of them tried to sneak into my club to watch the activities there, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. They’re adamant to get you.” He tried his best to keep human noses out of his club, though some police tend to find alternative ways somehow. “I need to employ workers to sniff out these people, I feel.”

Ray gasped loudly when half the cake disappeared onto Taemin’s plate, pouting sadly and looking like a kicked puppy. She grumpily poked at her cake for a bit before finally eating it, her frustration quickly dissolving once she got a taste of the chocolatey favour. In no time she was as happy as a lark again, swinging her legs with happy hums.

A snort left Ten before he could stop himself, covering his mouth to contain amused chuckles. Ray on the other hand seemed to catch on to what the two adults were conversing about and sat up straighter, looking at Taemin hopefully. “Does Uncle Taemin have dresses for me too? I want to see them! Nana showed me her dress her papa gave her. It was very pretty! I want one too!”

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/nods in acknowledgement to your words before requesting my bartender to bring you a glass of water

/the bartender soon returns with a slice of lemon on the rim of a glass of water, sliding it to you

Here, drink up. /smiles at you

/chuckles/ Yeah, it would be like that. Even though the turns of events is unfortunate, at least you got to have a beautiful baby as your result. It’s very interesting how they manage to soothe your aching heart so easily.

I was lucky, I wasn't tossed around at all. I entered an orphanage, proceeded to live there until I was eighteen, then off into the real world I go.

I can't say my friends are lucky in that aspect though.

/nods my head in agreement, smiling sadly/ You know what would be sadder? If they were put there not because they were abandoned, but because their love was robbed from them.

Honestly, being a parent is a lesson you need to learn for yourself. If you need to go to a school to learn how to be a mother, then I can assure you most of the parents on this planet have already failed. /laughs lightly

Okay then, if that's what you want. You’ll have to come in for an interview first though, so I know your strengths and weaknesses and hence sort you into a suitable position. Unless you already have one in mind?

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Ten beamed happily as the plate of cake was pushed towards him. “Thank you, Mark! No wonder you’re my favourite!” He chuckled then cut a bit for himself, bringing the piece to his mouth and eating it. He emitted a happy hum at the sweet taste, gesturing to the cake with his fork. “This tastes amazing!” He proceeded to eat another bite of the cake, absolutely liking the flavours. And then, he cut out another piece but brought it to Mark’s lips, playfully instructing, “Say ‘ah’!”

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Of course! Your hair looked so fluffy in that era, like actual cotton candy. /chuckles/ And I think it made you look very cute at the time.

/raises a brow at your joke, somewhat amused and somewhat unimpressed, shaking my head in disbelief/ You’re silly.

/takes out my wallet too while requesting for my simple bubblegum flavoured, with some sprinkle and marshmallow as toppings

/the worker soon returns with our ice creams and hands them each to us/ Thank you!

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Ten was taken aback by the guard’s sudden comment, cold sweat breaking out as he stumbled over his own words, “P-Pardon? What do you mean you saw what you saw?” Was the man talking about his Fire Nation identification card? Was he caught? Who else saw? His mind was an endless jumble of worried thoughts.

Still, he managed a short nod at the question, assuring, “I won’t cause any trouble. I’m just here to do some trading business, then I’ll be on my merry way.” Constantly travelling about, he usually stayed in one certain city or town for a week or two, before trekking to the next available village in the vicinity.

Although he wasn’t very pleased that he would have someone tailing him for the day, he understood that it was a necessary procedure, just in case what the other guard claimed was true. It wasn’t as if he had anything to hide — aside from being a Fire Nation resident, and a rare airbender. Even though the stern warning, Ten couldn’t help the playful flirty lilt in his voice as he mused, “Does that mean you’ll be following me around like a puppy, sir?”

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A chuckle of his own amusement emitted from Ten’s throat at the stripper’s explanation. “Is that so?” His head tilted to the side at the following question, watching the male inquisitively as he spoke. He didn’t need to be a genius to understand what the other was going on about with his statement, also highly aware of the naughty hand that found its way down the length of his body and landing feather touches southwards.

Only a soft sigh allowed itself to slip from his nose as he closed his eyes briefly, the heat pooling downside a telltale sign of his excitement. Opening his eyes once more, he smiled politely at the staff as he responded, “I don’t see why not. If you could please lead the way, lovely.” Considering there wasn’t any of interest to do for the time to come, he didn’t see why he shouldn’t indulge himself a bit. He pulled out his wallet and slid some cash under the empty glass, ice cubes melting in it with the tiny bits of whiskey left, diluting the solution.

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Ten @ Minho (Descendants — Children of the Legends)

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Ten @ Minho (Descendants — Children of the Legends)

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There was someone else, Ten could faintly hear through the pounding in his ears. After that, the pressure on his neck was lifted, just slightly, the grip still on him. It wasn’t until another second later that the hand was finally off of him, blood rushing to his brain as he collapsed to the ground, a loud gasp leaving him as his lungs filled up greedily with precious air.

Ten hacked violently, struggling to catch his breath, feeling a bit dizzy. His heart was thumping at a fast pace, whether from what just happened or due to the lack of oxygen through his body which was now being made up for. He was slowly obtaining back his bearing as his vision cleared, the ringing noise a faint hum in a distance now.

Ten regained most of his wits by the time the rescuer made his very brief and simple introduction. Very quickly, he was being pulled by this Minho guy and making a run from the bastard, easily catching up to the other. He allowed himself to be tugged away, sparing a glance behind him at the scoundrel only to curse under his breath when he spot said man to be chasing after them, looking very much pissed.

Ten didn’t need to be told twice as he hastened his steps, looking around himself for anywhere they could hide or get away from the brute. He stopped when Minho did, and wasn’t given time to scan the house they stopped in front of before he was being shoved inside, the latter following behind soon after. He was quick to turn back around and face the door, body freezing as he braced himself in case the pervert caught up to them and knew where they were hiding.

He could hear running steps approaching, his blood running cold as sweat broke out, staring hard at the door and praying that they wouldn’t be found. There were grunts of fury being heard on the other side of the door, the steps having stopped now, as if the man was catching his breath while trying to locate where they were. Ten just hoped that the man wouldn’t think about knocking on random doors.

“Fucking imbeciles, wait until I get my hands on you!”

The roar from outside shocked Ten more than it should’ve, his body flinching at the volume of it. After that though, there were more running footsteps. They were getting further away and very soon, they were gone.

The man had left.

Ten let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he stumbled, quickly catching himself against a wall and leaning his weight to it. He looked to Minho, genuinely grateful when he said. “Thank you.” He was pretty sure if Minho hadn’t interfered, very terrible things would’ve happened. “I don’t know what I could’ve done if you didn’t appear...”

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The grin on Ten’s face widened after hearing the soft snicker leaving his friend, proud to make the other laugh. He offered an innocent shrug at the comment before looking down at the sweater once more, laying it upon his torso curiously. He thought it looked great, and briefly wondered if he should take it with him, even if winter was months away.

“I don’t see why not.” A thoughtful hum left Ten as he thought about the question. “I mean, couple outfits are cute, aren’t they? And these sweaters don’t look bad. Quite cosy too!”

Ten was checking the clothing article for any possible stray thread when he heard the question, a feigned expression of shock plastered on his face as he placed a hand over his chest where his heart is, letting out a pained noise. “Because not even the sweetest pairing can have outfits as similar or fitting as these! Winter is a romantic season, perfect time to be cuddling up to close ones and sharing warmth. Wearing matching shirts only amplify that intimacy.”

Scrunching his nose at the suggestion, he examined the sweater again, contemplative. “You think the bear resembles me? I don’t see it.” After some though, he hugged the sweater to himself and grinned. “But I might just get it though since you suggested it~” Ten gave Jungkook a playful wink, laughing lightly before folding the sweater and keeping it in his errand bag. “Anything that caught your fancy here? Or shall we continue?”

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Ten merely raised an amused brow, chuckling. “Of course I have, silly.” He noticed Yukhei’s voice faltering and he couldn’t help but to pet the taller’s head, patting his hair. “Nah, I explored by myself. I wasn’t really familiar with anyone at the time, so I got lost by myself while adventuring around campus.” He laughed lightly as he recalled the multiple routes he had taken wrongly while getting somewhere. Nodding his head quickly, he brought Yukhei to a spot just some distance away, gesturing to the bushes of small pink flowers. “Here are the peonies. Do you like gardening?” The latter question was in reference to Yukhei’s statement of his mother having a garden.

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The confusion on the male’s face didn’t go unnoticed, and all Ten could offer was a small awkward smile. “I don’t look like what I’m presented, don’t I?” He kept his tone light-hearted, showing that he wasn’t offended or that he was about to rebuke the other alpha. He was used to the reactions by now. In fact, he was quite surprised when the soldier didn’t speak outright on the matter like most people would. Now that’s something different.

“Rise,” commanded Ten as he made a gesture for Jaehyun to straighten, connecting eyes with him and noting he’s much taller, maybe a whole 10 centimetres taller. “Thank you for your sacrifice in serving the clan, Jaehyun. I’m the Head Political Advisor, Ten. I believe we’ll be seeing each other quite often, so I hope we get along well.” He smiled sincerely before gesturing to the round meeting table behind him. “Do you have anything important to attend to later on? I prepared some tea and thought I might as well come to know you a bit better.” Unlike some of the higher positioned individuals, Ten prefers to take the effort of knowing their soldiers. Who knows? It might come in handy to be close in relations with the knights.

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The door opened and Ten’s eyes were greeted by someone’s chest, the thought of his client being rather tall immediately coming to mind.

Then he lifted his gaze to take in the other’s appearance and ultimately froze, eyes widening in shock and recognition as he stared at the man before him.

Ah yes, that face- how could he ever forget it?

In a moment of surprise, a snort of amusement left Ten after hearing Johnny’s greeting, a phrase that he’s very much familiar with back in high school. It was so silly back then, almost as if the both of them were playing a game of chase with how much he was just trying to dodge Johnny (it was amusing to watch). However, now hearing it being said again from someone who he had not seen for three long damn years — it’s safe to say that the nostalgia was unbearable.

“You got me because I let you,” responded Ten finally, the reply so natural, something he always told the taller back then whenever he was finally caught by the other. He tried to keep his face neutral, though that proved to be impossible as a broad grin broke out from his face in the end, ducking his head to hide his expression. “Goddamn you, Johnny!” He cursed while hitting the other’s shoulder, the impact very light, before pulling the other in for a tight hug. “Freaking Hell, where have you been this whole time?”

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Thin tiers tugged into an instinctive smile at the corners after apprehending the return, crossing the threshold into the boss' office and closing the door behind him. A quick browse around the room apprised Ten that nothing much changed after the proprietary rights conveyance, in view of the fact the switch was only recent. Familiarity blossomed within the ex-hitman's chest as recollections of the days he would linger here with the former chief executive officer flooded the forefront of his mind; though such reminiscence was quickly disregarded as Ten shook his crown, ridding his perception of what was now considered gone.

Bringing forth his attention to the male behind the desk, Ten lifted the bag of lunch box to his chest, a spot within Taemin's line of vision. "I brought you some food, thought you might be too engrossed in your work to remember to eat."

Taking off from where he stood, Ten came to a halt opposite of Taemin, placing the carrier atop the work surface while avoiding the papers strewn across the veneer. Curious umber gazed over the documents visible, only mildly concerned by the affairs typed on albino sheets, skimming over businesses he barely understood. Detaching his focus from the contracts, he locked eyes with the elder male, table's edge digging into his side as he leaned his weight against it.

"How was it like studying abroad?" Ten quizzed, arms crossing in front of his chest out of habit, bracing himself. "Sir didn't say where you've went though. Only informed me that you flown off to another continent." After being prompted by Ten. The man didn't seem like he cared about explaining the missing presence in the mansion during Ten's first visit after Taemin was out of the country.

Finally growing tired of staying upright, Ten plopped down into a chair before the desk, resting his forearms on the surface before glancing to the untouched bag with a lunch box inside. "You should take a break and eat first. aren't you hungry yet?"

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His eyes glittered in amusement as the corners of his lips tugged upwards in intrigue, a chuckle reverberating from his throat though muffled by his sealed lips. Ten set down his pencil in favour of flipping through the pages of the notebook, showing other doodles that he had made. He had no idea the alpha was hoping to make him talk.

In some of the pages, there were rough sketches of concept drawings, a few figures wearing an array of outfits scattered across sheets. There were also small notes written to the side of some folios, perhaps describing his thoughts and improvements he felt he should make on his art. There were also croquis of flora and fauna, imaginary creatures, even a few items he found in the mansion.

Finally, albeit slightly hesitantly, Ten turned to a blank page and wrote on it, showing to the stranger afterwards. ‘My name is Ten. What’s yours?’

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Leather encompassed his throat, material prodding his skin mercilessly, tightened with every pull of the fetters. Gasps left his lips with each tugs, digits fastened around the bonds, efforts to catch his breath futile. The tension southwards had him shying away, agony evident in slipped whimpers, though heat persisted to pool there without cease, treacherous body ignited.

Albeit the inapt situation, umber gaze be ardent with recalcitrance, chin held in pride. Ten followed aversely, limbs coerced to budge, now kneeling by the bed before the prince. He discerned the noise of a belt unbuckling, titillation coiled in his abdomen, though the glare riveted upon Wonwoo didn’t vacillate, obstinately audacious.

No nod, no verbal response, just steady eye contact, raising a hand up to palm the cladded arousal, dauntlessly pushing Wonwoo’s hand away once the belt was extracted. A smirk adorned his lips, mischief gleaming in his orbs, applying pressure to the prince’s member firmly. He took his sweet time, deliberately inciting Wonwoo, knowing full well what he craved but not granting it to him.

Ten was not one to submit smoothly, even if the partner in question was Prince Jeon Wonwoo of Italy. He always put up a fight, and would not cede without complication. He adored the exasperation his actions expelled from his partners, chiefly a character as imperial as the royalty in front of him.

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olly had a dream. it was a beautiful dream.

they saw their lover, smiling and active. they were in a different world, where dragons and mages roamed. they had been a knight, and their lover a ruler. there was a calamity, and both of them joined forces to defend against it.

when their eyes opened, they had all but ten seconds to feel light and pleasant.

and then, reality sank in, and a bitter taste filled their mouth.

still, the adventure of their dream stuck like glue. olly quickly wrote what they saw in the notes application of their phone. when they were done typing, a sudden wave of motivation hit them. in a blink of an eye, they were out of bed and bathing.

their breakfast was simple—rice balls and scrambled egg topped with cheese. afterwards, they grabbed their work bag, which was filled with their writing equipment, and got dressed for the cold. once they were prepared, they left their apartment and made their leisure way to the local park.

surrounded by the chirps of songbirds and the hollers of excited children, olly got to work writing. laptop opened, they managed to type five pages worth of details. they were expanding upon the dream, adding extra information and random trivia that could help in building the story and world.

they were focused, eyes never leaving the screen as they typed away.

the only thing that managed to pierce through their rapt attention was the shriek of a child.

their head snapped up, pinpointing the source. they visibly relaxed when they saw two girls fighting over a teddy bear. they had thought something terrible transpired.

as a woman approached the two girls, olly turned back to their laptop. they managed to type two more lines before hitting a block. whatever concentration they had was broken from the earlier scream. they sighed, but was not disappointed. they managed to write quite a bit. perhaps they could work on a story structure with the current details.

closing their laptop, they shoved it into their work bag and stood up. this was probably their cue to return home, or grab lunch. they would see if they felt like cooking later.

olly managed a few steps, pace slow due to their limp. they could not, at all, foresee the child that came barreling into the side of their legs.

by right, a full grown adult would not fall from the simple collision, especially from a small culprit. however, the accident had messed up their joints and bones terribly. so, not only did the child fall to their butt, olly also collapsed to the ground with a yell of surprise.

besides the throbbing in their legs from the impact and a scratch on their palm from trying to soften their landing, they were relatively fine. they turned to the child, worry immediately overshadowing their own pain as they moved closer.

ignoring the protest of their limbs, they asked the little girl. "are you alright? are you hurt anywhere?"