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@✦ Minsung Honestly, Minho had hoped to just never see Minsung again. Not because he didn't care. Not because he didn't like him. No, exactly the opposite. And seeing the other in front of him hurt his heart so much, it was hard to breath for a very long moment. So all he could do for a long moment was simply stare at Minsung. How was the other still so beautiful and handsome and stunning and how was his voice still so fascinating? Minho had never been a romantic, not once. But Minho had been so deeply in love and it hurt that the feelings were still there after a year of not seeing and talking to each other.

"Minsung," Minho started and just looked at the other, holding on his wallet so he had at least something to hold on. Great, he should have hurried out and just leave, but now Minsung was in front of him and Minho tried his best to not show his emotions, keeping his face cold and distant. "Can I help you?" Stupid question, really. But after all Minho was registered as one of the helpers for the people of Malum. So he had no right to ignore his ex boyfriend who had broken his heart into so many pieces and had acted so oblivious.

@✧ Minho Holding the glass of scotch in hand Minsung finally saw him, the person he used to love, the person who was part of his life for so long, that made Minsung see the light part of himself even when he was raised in the darkness, or maybe it was it, maybe Minho, the pure, good, almost perfect Minho couldn't stand the idea of being with the son of the dark lord, being in a relationship with someone who deceive and lie to get his way, even though he was always honest when it came to Minho.

Gulping down his glass the young male felt his heart beating fast against his chest, the crowded room felt like it turned quiet, and everything else stopped as he walked, slow step after the other until he reached to Minho. "Hi..." was all he could whisper out, his lips dry and his breath shaky. It felt weird cause Minsung knew he repeated this conversation over and over again for the past year, he imagined it every scenario, every expression but he was sure in one thing, he wasn't supposed to freeze, he never imagines himself choking.

@✦ Ten Even Minho had flinched badly when he had heard the uproar. He was used to being magically stronger than him and physically but usually Minho knew his way to fight. But this guy even made Minho worry. Still that did not mean he would just sit by and do nothing. How could he have anyone get hurt when he could do something even if it meant he was getting in trouble as well. Sometimes it was worth it and looking at the male and front of him clearly showed him that he had done the right thing.

“It’s okay,” Minho said and shook his head. “How could I have let them do anything to you? You look like you’re just minding your own business and some people just can’t take a ing no.” A groan left his lips and he shook his head. Some people just loved to cross the line and they needed to be put in place. Even if that guy would one day found them, Minho would be sure to be prepared. “Are you badly hurt?” he then asked and looked at the other, a frown on his pretty face.

After all that guy had tightly held onto the other’s throat and even had lifted him off the ground. He clearly had been in a damn dangerous situation and Minho was glad he had been able to help. He wasn’t sure if the other had been drinking too. Probably, but that was totally normal after all they had been in a bar.

“I will check if we can leave. After all this is a stranger's house.” And this was considered breaking in or at least trespassing – Minho knew a lot but he wasn’t hundred percent sure about laws like this. A sigh left his lips and he turned around, walking to the door and trying to open it. But it was locked. Confused Minho tried to open the door again but it wouldn’t budge even as he used a little more strength. “What the...” he started and frowned, looking at the door.

Had the guy locked the door? No, he had not had time for it. So why was the door not opening from the inside? “I... Uh... We might have a problem.” He tried to open it one last time but again, it wasn’t moving at all. Well , what was this ?

@✧ Dongyoung Jimin snorts lightly in laughter at the others joke about him falling for someone like he did him. "Be serious." He laughed before waving goodbye to the other, however every step he took felt like his knee would buckle, how hard had he hit the floor? It's not like he face planted either but he did land on this knee out of instinct to stop the fall. He hated how fragile he was, he was this shadowy being that was affected by sunlight and he felt like he could bruise from anything. As he walked he felt a hand on his shoulder and unconsciously reaches up to the others hand to pull it off, however upon hearing his next few words he stops himself and nods before bending his leg back off the ground and makes little bunny hops to the bench before he was pushed to sit down. "I feel like I'm being troublesome, it's just a cut." However upon looking at his pants there was a small dark stain appears, he rolls up his pant leg to see it was indeed bleeding. Not at an alarming rate but it was slowly building up and flowing down his leg. "I-I…" Jimin sighed and looks up at the other apologetically and looks down, his glasses sliding down slightly but not enough to slip off his face. "I… can I trouble you for a little longer? I'll bandage this up and be on my way but I dont want to waltz into a store with a busted up leg." He pouts a bit looking at his pale leg that would be stained red soon if he didn't clean up the blood. "Can you grab me a napkin and a bandage? I'll do the rest." Everything to him was he had to do it himself, he acted like he didn't need the help and that he can do everything on his own.

@✧ Jimin Doyoung only offered a smile and a shrug. “You don’t have to thank me, I’m just helping where I can.” He laughed lightly at the other’s request and statement, holding the other’s hands and pulling him up, not noticing how long their hands lingered on each other. “Is that so? That’s too bad then,” mused Doyoung with a slight lift of his lips, shoving his hands into his pockets. He nodded to the stranger’s words as he brought a hand out and waved. “Okay, be careful on your way back. Don’t fall for someone else like you had me,” teased Doyoung light-heartedly, watching the boy.
However, he soon noticed something wrong with the way the boy was walking. There was a slight limp to his movements, as if he was injured. Quickly catching up to the boy, he held onto his shoulder to stop him, an apologetic smile on his face as he stated, “I think you’re hurt. Are you injured anywhere?” He quickly looked around them and found a bench nearby, guiding the other to it and pushing him down to sit on it. “Can you show me where are you hurt? I want to help you.”

@✧ Minho 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 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.

“ing 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...”

@✧ Dongyoung Jimin felt a slight pain in his knee and wondered if he had hurt it, he figured as such when he sits back on the floor and stretches out his knee and feels a stinging sensation, he rolls up his pant leg to see his knee got scraped and was already bruising. 'Curse my fragility.' He thought to himself but his face was an open book, his face couldn't keep secrets of how he was feeling. He was pouting, his eyes looking tired of this day already. Jimin fixes his pant leg over the scrape, ignoring it all together but as he was fixing it, he felt a gentle hand guide his head up he squints a tad until the male came into focus but by then his glasses were being gently on the bridge of his nose and pushed in. Jimin blinks a few times, his eyes immediately adjusting to the lenses comfortably, he clears his throat and looks down before a smile graced his lips. "Thank you for the help, it was very kind of you." Jimin holds out his hand. "I'm sorry, but… would you mind helping me up? The floor is quite cold." He smoke politely and softly as if his voice couldn't go any higher. "You are quite charming but it was a simple accident I assure you." Once he was up off the ground, his hand lingered on the others before he takes it back and quickly dusts himself off. "I should get going, thank you again." He bows his head politely similar to how his mother would curtsey and turns away.

@✦ Minsung Being out was often something Minho enjoyed. He liked being away from his home, from the people that still saw him as a child when he had long become an adult on his own. He was sipping a drink and was just saying goodbye to a few friends that were leaving now but he decide to stay. After all he liked just sitting on his own and taking a few sips from his drink and getting his brain cells to stop working. Not that they ever really stopped working entirely though but at least he could relax some.

Or that was what he had thought until a certain face appeared in his peripheral vision. Oh how Minho wished he could just vanish in thin air. It had been a while, actually over a year, that he had last seen the person that had definitely broke his heart into many pieces. They had never really talked ever again after Minho had told the guy to just ing get lost, not giving him the reason. To this day he was pretty sure his ex did not know that Minho had seen him, lying to a guy he had been flirting with and who had clearly been interested in him. But he probably knew so why give him a reason? He immediately emptied his glass and got up - no, he was not ready to face him. He would never be. He swolloed harshly and just hoped his ex had not seen him. Though he knew he was wrong.

@✦ Ten It was not a rarity that Minho stopped by the bar whenever he was free and wanted some knowledge he could not find in books.. It had good intel, information he liked to get and the people liked to talk in here. Aside from that most people were too drunk to even recognise who he was so that was always of use. Just like today He had been sitting with a handful people, sipping on a glass of beer - or at least they thought it was beer while in fact it was just some apple juice Minho was sipping on. He had already been here long enough to see a few people get knocked out by the alcohol they had been drinking and he had also seen the very buff and big guy bothering quite a few people.

So when he disappeared after a rather small guy he was up as well. Minho might not be the strongest and magic was none he had but he was one for justice and he could literally smell the danger in the air. Danger for that guy, clearly. And while he knew not only Malum was full of evil, Minho was not. So here he was, following them just to see the smaller guy try kicking the other's chin. A stupid idea, clearly. Because just seconds after he was just pressed against the wall, hand on his throat. Disgusting how people got when they were drunk and misusing their power.

"Son of a , get your hands off him," Minho growled and grabbed some of the fairy dust one of his best friends had given him, throwing it right into the buff male's face. It would not stop him for a long time but it made him weak enough for Minho to kick him right into the balls, sending him to the ground. Hurriedly he tried to catch the victim, supporting him. "Breathe," he said, his hands just supporting the male but not really touching him as he knew how scary this situation could be. His eyes were on the attacker, who was slowly getting up again. .

"Okay, short introduction: I'm Minho, I'm a friend. And we now need to run," he said, grabbing the man's hand and rushing away. The good thing was, the attacker was slow and they were skinny and fast. The bad thing was, the guy was ing livid now and wanted bury his in someone's ing body and Minho really was not here to have that. "Run," Minho repeated, pulling the victim with him. Luckily, Minho was fast but he did not know the area so he rushed towards the first house he could find, knocking on the door but when no one opened, he tried to open the door himself - and it worked. Hurriedly he pushed the male inside, closing the door behind them and hoping this son of a would not follow them.

@✧ Jimin It was just like any ordinary day for Doyoung. He got off from his shift at the hospital, went back home for a change of clothes, cooked himself a simple meal for dinner before coming back out for a night stroll. The air late in the dark is always fresh and crisp, a certain chill that sends shivers down your spine and the fine hairs standing, giving you goosebumps. It’s a pleasant feeling though, very much unlike the kind that makes you feel scared or jumpy. He was just passing by the bar when someone tripped near him, instincts quickly telling him to check on the fallen boy as he allowed said male to tug on his sleeve, kneeling beside the boy to check if he was okay.
It’s not hard to pinpoint where the boy’s spectacles had fallen, the accessory lying just a bit away of arm’s length. He needed to leave the boy’s side momentarily to pick up the glasses, tilting the boy’s head by a gentle grasp on the chin so he was facing him before pushing on the spectacles for the other. “There you go.” He smiled at the male before him with a chuckle, teasing, “It seemed that you have accidentally fallen for me.”

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@✧ Dongyoung Jimin had been stressed out all day, he roamed the forest and decided to give up on what exactly he was searching for in the forest. He had been doing it for years even before Euphoria. It was late at night and Jimin was walking home to the residents building, he decided finally after many years of hiding in the forest to branch out and explore the city. Explore he did not, once he got his place and started university he didn't do much going out, he didn't really have friends to go out with and it just seemed like a waste of time to even try. As he walked he forgot that he wasn't on forest ground, and an uneven brick was poking out of the path he was passing. His foot gets caught and he immediately tips over and falls to his knees, his glasses flying off. His vision becomes blurry after a few seconds, struggling to adjust without the help of his lenses. "Oh no…" he looks up and around seeing a figure and reaches up to tug on his arm sleeve. "I-I'm sorry to block your way, can you help me find my glasses? I can't see very far." The boy was near sighted but if he dared to try and look at the time on the clock tower it was definitely a lost cause.

@✧ Minho The bar has never been a dangerous place for Ten before. To an extent, it is his domain, a territory he’s familiar with. It is here that he coaxes men and women of power to spill the beans, gaining important information for his grand scheme. A few shots of vodka, some cups of whiskey, and then off they went being tipsy to even realise what tumbles from their mouth. So really, Ten knows the bar and how it works like the back of his hand, there isn’t anything he should fear about such a place.

“Hello, y.”

Until now.

Obviously, the man was drunk. The flush dusting his cheeks, the slur in his voice, the disoriented gaze. Ten was quick to slide off his stool when the man neared, a wall of alcohol-tinted breath hitting his nose after the man opened his mouth causing him to cringe. Ten isn’t one to play nice if he doesn’t like something, already giving the man a disapproving look when he first came close, excusing himself and making his way towards the exit. He should’ve figured the intoxicated man would follow him outside.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Ten was by no means weak, but the man he was facing wasn’t exactly the scrawniest person on the planet. Not buff, but definitely packed strength, and Ten made sure to kick the man’s shin to at least distract him and make a run for it. Oh, how wrong was he in his actions.

“You little !”

The slap to the face shocked him at first, the pain only spreading when he registered he had been hit. Surprised by the sudden impact, he forgot to keep up his guard as the man slammed him against the wall, body pressed up against his own and face inches from his. Ten was more angered than panicked, shoving at the man’s shoulder which proved futile when he was held by the throat and basically lifted off the ground.

“Now be still wouldn’t you, kitten?”

There was a twisted feeling deep in his guts, a disgust that brought bile to his mouth and nausea to his brain. He felt lips forced upon his own and struggled, kicking wildly even though it was to no avail. He was throwing fists, clawing at clothes back, doing everything in his might to get the man off of him. But the hand on his throat tightened, and the mouth on his was away precious air, oxygen cut off from his lungs and brain. He was getting light-headed, he could feel his energy draining from the lack of breath, and that was when panic finally settled in.

@✧ Minho Minho, that was the first name that came into Minsung's mind once he heard the gates were open, the idea of reconnecting with his first love, his ex lover was enough to make his whole body shake, knowing he needs this, some kind of closure, some kind of remedy to heal everything that happened between them. It took Minsung a whole year to get over the breakup, or how Minho left, but now it was MInsung who had the chance to be there, to reconnect and maybe bring peace to them both. The feeling he had were still lingering, and MInsung knew it'll never change, after all you'll never forget your first love.

The rumors said Minho was hanging in the local bar, and the fact it was a crowded environment allowed Minsung to reach the other without causing a complete scene, he knew Minho was never the type to do that, and so he took the first few steps into the small place, looking at the wooden countering search for the other male, but also to order himself a drink, knowing that if he is going to face the other, it won't be while he is completely sober.

@✦ Junhong Kris ignored the boy up to the point were his book was drowned in beer with an angry snort he turned to look at the boy. “What’s your ing problem anyways? I told you rules are first come first serve… and if you are here to start a brawl the guy over there is way more willing then me so stop your and just disappear yourself from my sight… Please.” The last word was added with a sigh and a rolling of his eyes. How could on guy be so stupid. With his whisky still in hand he sipped it steaming with anger that the ing beer was now down the drain. Not like money grew on trees. He would have to either buy a new one for way too much money or let it go and just ignore the fact that now all he had was the whisky. Why was this guy so stupid? With a deep sigh of stress and annoyance he pulled out another notebook not letting go if the whisky as he started to recreated what he had just done on the new page. He was always prepared with backup but still it was annoying him to no end that this guy was this stupid. But at the same time since ignoring him was the best way to get him fuming right now he chose to go the route of ignoring him in hopes the guy would start some himself.

@✦ Kris “What’s it to you if I am? You don’t look like you’re from around here either.” Zelo scoffs, rolling his eyes at the other. Irritation bubbled up within him as the stranger simply took out another pencil and proceeded to ignore him. “Hey,” He let go of the pencil as he leaned away again, reaching for the man’s other drink instead, before lifting it up and pouring the contents of the cup right onto the book of puzzles the man seemed to be working on, “Didn’t anyone ever teach you that it’s rude to do something else while someone is talking to you?” Setting the cup back down, Zelo stares down at the damage to the pages of the booklet he caused and tries to hold back a laugh of amusement. “Maybe now without your stupid riddling games, you’ll find something better to do elsewhere.”

@✦ Junhong Looking at the pencil stuck in the table with an indifferent expression he just grabbed a new one finishing the line he was writing before finally giving the guy some attention. “You knew in this town?” He asked voice filled with interference and a slight undertone of annoyance. It wasn’t like he cared or anything it was more that the other people in the bar would care. Of course, everyone enjoyed a good old bar brawl but there was always a bet riding on it whether the person starting it was a new in town or not. With that he turned back to his whisky wanting to finish at least the more expensive of the two drink before everything would go down in sweat fists and flying tables. “If you only here to pick a fight the stone head over there is always in for a good bar brawl no need to pick a fight with me.” He leisurely sipped the whisky while facing the man standing in front of him.

@✦ Kris Gritting his teeth in annoyance, he swiftly snatched the pencil out of the other’s grasp and stabs it into the table dangerously close to the stranger’s hand. “I’ll give you one more chance to get up and leave.” Zelo growled stubbornly. Sure, he was new to this town and probably shouldn’t be picking a fight, but that’s how everything was done where he was from. Fighting was how people showed their power over orhers, and if you gave things up without a fight, you were considered weak— And Zelo definitely refused to be weak. Either this man was going to move tables, or he would have to resort to more violent methods in order to get what he wanted. Whatever the case, he wasn’t about to simply step down.

@✦ Junhong Walking through the crowd with a full glass of whisky and a pint of beer in the other Kris took his time looking around for an empty table. Finally finding one he carefully placed down his drinks and his note book as he took as seat burring himself in some new riddle, he had gotten his hands on. It was fascinating and time consuming that’s why he had gotten two drinks in one go so he wouldn’t have to divert his attention away from the book In front of him especially since the rule in this part of town and this bar was and always had been first come first serves so if he were to get up and buy a new drink he would lose the table and had to find a new place to sit down. He was sipping his beer when suddenly a voice sounded next to him. “I’m sorry but the table was empty so I sat down there is no reserving tables so if you get up you give it up.” He said not even paying attention to the man as he was close to something scribbling a few letters and numbers down.

@✦ Kris How long as it been since he’s been out? It feels like an eternity. Sitting in a chair near the corner of the bar, Zelo stared down at his hand and moved around his fingers. Finally, he was in control of this body again. Smirking to himself, he rises back up to his feet and heads over to the bar to order himself a few drinks. After all, what better way was there to celebrate than with some alcohol? Upon receiving the drinks he requested, he brings them back towards the table he had seated himself at before, only to notice that now there was stranger sitting in his spot. Glaring at the tall figure, he storms over and sets the drinks down on the table. “Do you mind? I was at this table earlier. Go somewhere else, .” He growled challengingly at the unknown male.