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@✦ Ten “Guess I am lucky I am not important,” Hyunjin mumbled, taking a shaky breath. Yeah, he was lucky about that. He was also lucky he had been left here to die and that the other, Ten, had found him. But being kidnapped in the first place had been everything but lucky. He breathed in deeply but his chest hurt so much when doing so. He wasn’t sure if he had broken rips but the bruises on his chest were already more than enough. It hurt. And Hyunjin wasn’t used to any kind of pain, ever. Not physically at least. “I’ve not even once been in a fist fight. I think.” Maybe once he had been. But that had been ages ago. And he had not been harmed during that time, luckily. “Does kidnapping happen often here?” This was the first time he had ever had to be worried for his own well being. Never had anyone probably even considered to harm him. Not because he was important or strong but simply because he had never caused any trouble. Why would he thought, right?

“Because it’s my nickname,” Hyunjin explained and frowned. “Why would they not call me by a nickname? Who thought I’d get kidnapped because of my nickname?” That was so damn stupid. Did they have to do preventing measures so no one even though of kidnapping them? Stupid. “I shouldn’t have to do preventive measures to not be kidnapped. People should simply not kidnap. And beat me to death.” Or at least close to it. At least Ten had found him in time and was now willing to help him, luckily. Otherwise he would probably just die.

“Are you calling people of Euphoria weak? Wait, did you just call me weak?” Hyunjin pouted but the other was not exactly wrong. He wasn’t the strongest person after all so there was that. A sigh left his lips. “You have it hard here in Malum, don’t you?” he then asked almost nervously. He felt sorry for the people here but he also had to admit that he was scared of them, sometimes. He chewed on his bottom lip. But there was not much he could do after all, right? He sighed softly. “I’m sorry.”

“Not exactly,” Hyunjin said and pouted. “I don’t have wings. I can levitate but... No wings.” He whined slightly and looked at the other. “I have fairy dust.” Which was clearly more than enough, definitely. Sometimes, if it was a huge amount of fairy dust he could even fulfill small wishes. But his magic was not exactly strong so there was that. He sighed and buried his face on the other’s shoulder. “I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m just not used to anything that has to do with Malum. I have never been close to it or anything. He shook his head a bit though it did hurt quite a bit. “I just don’t know. What is forbidden, what is allowed... I have no idea. I haven’t learned anything about that.” He frowned and looked at Ten. “Maybe you can teach me a bit.”

@✧ Hyunjin Ten chuckled. "Sure you aren't. If you were, you wouldn't be left out here to die. People here have very twisted ideas on how to deal with important figures once they have their hands on them," stated Ten, a bit too off-handedly. "You're lucky they dumped you here with a bit of life in you. Some aren't so lucky." Of course, he wasn't trying to tell Hyunjin to be thankful that he was still alive. He's not sure about others, especially the 'good guys', but he felt that being thrown away alive after receiving much abuse is a fate worse than death. He would rather pass over on the spot than to wait until a death reaper comes to him as he bleeds out.

Then again, the fact that he managed to find the boy before Death greets him is lucky in itself. Maybe it's a work of fate, or not. Ten was pretty sure it wasn't when his whole bloodline is meant to defy Fate herself.

"Why would your friends call you prince?" Ten asked. "That's one way to mislead the greedy blokes into kidnapping you." Yes, abductions happen here. Most of the time, it's because the culprits want to gain something out of it. Possibly money, possibly fame; could be important information; could be just the sick satisfaction of seeing someone breaking down because a loved one is held captive. Either way, they kidnap for a reason, and if they thought Hyunjin was a 'prince' because he's been called that a lot, then they're most likely after his wealth or others.

Ten huffed out a laugh. "Important people here?" He shook his head. "Not any that I know of. Then again, if there had been, then either the victims are weak as all Hell to fight back, or the culprits have a death wish." Though he wouldn't be surprised if it happens. Terrorism amidst their small community of Malum is not a rare occurrence. Sometimes, humans just get off from causing fear and panic in others. It's just that no one in their right mind would abduct figures like, say, the son of the Red Queen. That's basically serving your head on a silver platter unless you have some highly secretive information to use against the Red Queen.

"Oh, so you're a fairy," mused Ten with a raised brow. "Where are your wings?" It was a serious question. "And yeah, the number, Ten." He nodded in confirmation as he found his way onto the main road. Walking down this stretch and he would soon arrive to town. That shouldn't be a lot longer to go. "Is it forbidden for your people to help people like us?" He shot back. "I don't know what they teach you about Malum, but we're not monsters, Hyunjin. We're humans who help each other. Maybe not all of us are nice, but that doesn't mean all of us will turn a blind eye to someone who needs help." His tone was matter-of-fact.

@✦ Ten For a long moment Hyunjin just stared at the man but then nodded slowly. He said he was going to help him and while it was still very possible for the other to lie to him, it was his only chance after all. There was no one else who could help him. No, to be honest the chances that people would hurt him instead were a lot higher here so all he could do was trust the male now.

“I’m not important,” Hyunjin said, his body shaking while he tried to get a hang on himself. It was hard but he did not want to be a burden more than he already was. “I think they thought I am a prince. Friends sometimes call me by this nickname. I am not though.” He shook his head and regretted it right away. Painful. Whenever he moved his entire body started hurting and he definitely did not need that. All he wanted was curl up and just sleep until he was better again. “Do important people get kidnapped in here too? I mean, from your side.” It clearly was not a secret that Hyunjin was not from here and who was he to fool? Especially not in his current state. And only moments later the other had figured it out. “I’m Tinkerbell's son.” How stupid of people to even consider that he might be slightly important. Surely his mother was not as weak as people thought but she would not move a finger if she got to hear that he had gotten kidnapped. If she even ever heard about it.

With wide eyes he watched the male when he moved him around, putting him on his back. A grimace was seen on Hyunjin’s lips but he did not complain but instead just held onto the other. It was so much better not to walk even though his bruises and injuries hurt when the guy moved him. But it was easier to stay awake and not faint again like this. Hopefully.

“Ten?” he repeated the other’s name slowly. “Like the number?” That was a name he would hopefully be able to remember. Unless his brain decide to do a reset and just forget what had happened and who he was. “Is it even okay to go to your place? Is it... Is it not forbidden to help people like me?” People from Euphoria. “I’m sorry, I have no knowledge about Malum.” A shiver went through his body. He had never even considered ending up here nor had he wanted to. This place was not a place for him.

@✧ Hyunjin Brows furrowed at the fearful plea, mostly out of pity. Ten could only imagine what this boy had gone through. “I won’t hurt you,” explained Ten simply, firmly. “I’m going to help you.” It was an obvious statement, but he clarified it anyway to reassure the boy that he was not here to harm him.

Ten could feel the boy quivering like a leaf in his hold, resulting in him pulling the boy closer to his side so he would stop shaking. “Kidnapped, huh,” mused Ten softly, starting to walk, steps slow and careful and body rather rigid, cautious about accidentally hurting the boy even more. “That tends to happen around here, especially if you’re someone important.” That goes without saying, but Ten felt that he should say it anyway.

It was too bad that they were very far out from where Ten lived in town. Needing to hold up the boy and making sure his injuries aren’t worsening was sure as Hell going to be a tedious job. It wasn’t as if teleportation was one of the few magic that his father taught him, or else he would’ve just used it to bring them to his apartment. He wasn’t sure if he was going to have enough energy to treat the boy’s wound by the time they reached to his home, but it was worth a try. Still, he needed to be quick in arriving to their destination, and almost dragging a mostly bruised up kid wasn’t the best idea in accomplishing the task.

“Hang on,” murmured Ten as he slipped his arms away from around Hyunjin’s waist, shuffling so he was crouching in front of the other before pulling him gently on top of his back. He wrapped the other’s arms around his shoulders, placing his hands under the boy’s knees before hauling him up, piggy-back carrying him. He adjusted the weight on his back and steadied his footing before continuing to walk again, now not needing to worry about making the boy move more than he should and irritating the wounds or bruises.

“We’re going to my place,” answered Ten. “It’s going to be a long walk, so hang in there.” Nodding at the introduction, he replied, “Just call me Ten.” He glanced briefly around to know where he was going. “You’re not from here, right? You reeked of a good guy smell.” The latter statement was meant to be joking, hopefully to take the other’s mind off of the current situation.

@✦ Ten The moment Hyunjin saw the other guy, he could feel panic rise in his chest. , what if he was now in even more trouble? What if that guy was here to hurt him and all Hyunjin could do was sit by and probably die once he was hurt more. He bit his lip, trying his best not to panic but it was hard.

"Please don't hurt me," Hyunjin whimpered, ready to cover his face with his bruised arms. He could feel every part in his body hurting with just the simply action of breathing and if Hyunjin was in the right mind, he would probably wonder why he was even still alive. But he was not in the right mind.

And then the man knelt down next to him and Hyunjin could feel his body tremble in fear but now he just hoped the male would help him. Taking in shaky breathes he bit his lip. "I think I got kidnapped?" Hyunjin said, unsure if he should admit that he was clearly not from this place. He did not need to know where he was exactly to know that he was no longer in Euphoria and clearly was in Malum. And it felt bad. The thing was, Hyunjin knew no one would notice way too soon. Surely, he had friends. But they were used to him sometimes vanishing from their sight as work was getting to him as well was university and of course his hobby, dancing. So of course they would not notice. No one would notice. And the fact that he lived alone did not really help with that.

"Where to?" he asked when the male asked to get him out of here. A whimper left his lips when the other helped him get up and he bit his lip harshly though that did not help much as his lips were ripped open as well. So all he could do was moan in pain. How embarrassing.

"I'm Hyunjin," the male said and tried to do his best with standing though he could not tell how well he was doing. Or how badly his bady was injured as all he could feel was pain but not some certain broken bones or bruises. "What is your name?"

@✧ Hyunjin If a person was to ask Ten whether being able to see ghosts and demons and the likes can ensue you an eventful life for twenty-four hours and seven days a week till the end of time, he would’ve laughed right in their faces.

“Do you really think ghosts have so much time in their hands to bother you? They don’t have half the mind to care you existed, let alone pester you for attention. Unless they’re extremely bored or pissed or high on something.”

In other words — no, Ten’s life is not eventful to that point.

Still, Ten loves his ‘uneventful’ lifestyle. No one to interrupt his sweet loneliness; no clingy ghosts asking to be seen; no angry demons out to get his head because of his blood. In fact, he quite enjoys the solitude and tranquility that came with no drama — no need for him to be scared about dying or getting in trouble, just perfect.

But, of course, what is life without throwing in a sudden spice in the soup?

A stroll at a nearby lake had Ten stumbling across an injured boy. He mostly heard rather than passed by, the feeble and soft ‘hello’ caught by his sharp ears amidst the sound of nature. He followed the source, finding the cause to be a bloodied up kid who looked too beaten up to be alive, yet miraculously is still breathing.

Now, as cynical and cold as Ten is, he’s not heartless. He’s not going to abandon someone who obviously is in need of help. Which was why he didn’t think twice when he approached the fallen male, brows furrowed in worry as concerned gaze scanned the other from head to toe.

“What happened?” Was the natural first question Ten asked, wincing at the fresh blood he could see flowing and the purpling bruise forming on exposed skin. “Let’s get you out of here,” decided Ten as he carefully scooted close to the boy and draped an arm over his shoulder, slowly standing up and minding the other’s wounds. “What’s your name?”

@✦ Ten The nasty smell was the first thing Hyunjin registered when he slowly started to gain back his senses. It smelled like burned plastic or something he could not quite pinpoint and frankly speaking he stopped caring the second he tried moving. Because, clearly, moving was a very bad idea. His entire body started hurting, pain sparking from every limb and he groaned, trying to just stay still but that didn’t feel right either. Where was he again? What was the last thing he had done?

. With a jolt Hyunjin sat up just to whimper in pain, curling up on himself. He had been closing the shop just to get cornered by a handful of men. He remembered being kidnapped or abducted or whatever one might call getting some fabric shoved over his head and being pulled around. What had happened them? He barely remembered. He remembered them realising that, oh well, he was Tinkerbell's son and not some fancy prince and the next second he had felt pain. They had made sure to keep him in bad shape. But where was he now? Looking around Hyunjin could not quite tell where he was exactly. It looked like the end of the world or somewhere in nowhere. Maybe they had left him to die and feeling the pain in his body Hyunjin did not entirely feel that they were wrong.

A soft groan left his lips as he tried to sit up but it really hurt. Hyunjin was not exactly a whiny person when it came to pain but this felt more than just like . “Hello?” he asked, hoping someone was around and would help him. If someone was even willing to help him. Because if he was not entirely wrong this was the evil side and man, if that didn’t cause some panic inside.