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 [R]Run, run, as fast as you can, Yurio/YB
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Mar 11 2018, 05:46 PM   Link Quote
Run, run, as fast as you can, I'm the gingerbread man.

The heart was a powerful muscle which sent blood to rest of it's body, never stopping unless it was hurt or dying. Over time, the young man's heart had learned to pump in the most extreme conditions, when JR was scared, when he was angry, when he was running as though his life depended upon it. His heart would help him be able to run for ages, to put miles upon miles on his sneakers at a daily rate. One foot moved in front of another, pounding the pavement, the grass, the dirt pathway, all depending upon where the lion was at on his run. He had sat with Chance for hours that night before finally slipping from his dorm room in order to run. It was early now, probably about five in the morning.

Run, run, as fast as you can, I'm the gingerbread man.

His kitten had curled back up on his pillow and fallen back asleep, as JR had slipped into a sweatshirt and running shoes. His piercing green eyes had long since grown used to the dark and the young man had now been running for a while. If he kept running for a while longer, the sun rise would come and it would be easier to come back into castle. JR wouldn't have to sneak back into the school and back to the Gryffindor tower; he could just pretend he was eating a snack in the Great Hall after a run and then wander back up to the shower.

Run, run, as fast as you can, I'm the gingerbread man.

The reason he was running was a mixture of things. Sammy being a ghost, Erik being his cousin, Kiss returning to the castle and having suffered her own loss. It left a mixture of emotions and memories within the young man and after staring at the moon for ages, after petting Chance for hours, he had needed to run. His breath came faster as he pushed his strides to become slightly fast. For the moment, JR just needed to forget. Forget and focus on the next step so that he could accomplish the task at hand.

Run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch the gingerbread man.

Except, this morning, it didn't seem like not being caught was going to work in his favor. Lost in his thoughts, lost in the pounding of his footsteps, the pounding of his heart in his ears, the smell of fresh dew on the grass since the sun had not come to warm the earth yet, JR didn't see the person who was watching him. In fact, he didn't realize that when he returned to the castle, his run finally finished, his strides finally slowing to a walk as he caught his breath, that he would be met with an unpleasant surprise. One that would also make him forget about the issues he was having in his life, but one that might also create a new one, at the same time. The sun was just barely starting to rise behind him and he had wanted to flop on the steps of the castle and watch it, but as he saw the person waiting for him in the courtyard, JR knew better. This was not going to be happening.

The person waiting for him was the Gryffindor Prefect.

Run, run, as fast as you can, the gingerbread man has been caught.

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Not sleeping during the night was something YB had gotten used to since an early age. It was the best way to avoid the pinching fingers of his siblings, their snatching hands as they would sneak into his bedroom at the dead of night just to rip his sheets from his small body - he wasn't much older than six years young - leaving him freezing and scared in case there really was a monster hiding underneath his bed. He spent most of his childhood scared; even now, what the young boy had been through affected him. What fifteen-year-old boy was scared of the dark? Who flinched at the simplest flash of lightning, causing goosebumps to rise on his skin and leaving them petrified? He was pathetic. There would forever be a voice in his head going on, telling him just what a mistake he was and that nobody wanted him. Pathetic, mistake, over and over like a mantra, ingraining itself into his skin. It would shine all over his expression sometimes, like his dearest stepmother had taken a permanent marker to his face and scribbled the worlds, staining him just like the tattoos on his hands and ankles. They hid his flaws, his anger his mask and biting words and clenched fists the only way YB knew how to communicate nowadays. Yes, he was scared of the dark, but you should be more scared of him when he finds you in the shadows, squeezing your throat until there's no light left in your eyes.

At least now he had an excuse to wander around the castle instead of holing up in either the makeshift den underneath his bed or one of his many other hiding places concealed in the castle. Hiding was a defence mechanism; nobody could hurt him if they couldn't find him. That had been proved wrong that day, when he went to his place in the Secret Passages, only to find some asshole had stolen his blankets and eaten the food he hid there, leaving him in an even more foul mood than usual. YB had ended up with his fists bruised and knuckles bleeding after essentially beating the shit out of the wall - you would be lucky not to cross him during his bouts of anger, lest you didn't want to end up with a broken jaw or a black eye - though the slapdash bandages now on his hands probably made them look a lot worse than they actually were. Maybe it was just unfortunate that he saw somebody sneaking out of the Gryffindor Common Room, his thumb flicking the lighter he always kept on his person when brown eyes caught sight of him. It was the perfect opportunity; how else to improve his mood by worsening somebody else's? The Korean boy was more than pleased, ready to snatch this up within seconds.The smirk that flitted across his features was unable to be suppressed.

YB was cocky... what else is new? Stood in the courtyard with his arms crossed over his chest, his expression still the same despite the fact his skin was faintly pink from standing in the chilly early morning, his chin tilted up in a way to almost look down his nose at the other student. He learnt that look from his stepmother, but the smug expression on his features was definitely his father's. It would be a lie to say that Jinsoo would be proud of YB if he saw him now; he was never proud of his biggest mistake. "Give me one good reason not to give you a shitload of detention right now." His accent was hanging onto every word, making his words practically roll into each other with just how tired he was - YB was always tired - enhanced with just how big the bags under his eyes were. "You see, you broke the rules, and I'm not feeling fucking forgiving today." His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, lips pursing as his shoulders shook with a bitter laugh sounding, his head mimicking the movement in a way that was almost patronising. YB cracked his knuckles, withholding the wince that threatened to dismantle his arrogant expression, and instead, he offered one of his rare grins. It was all teeth, his top lip rising enough to show off his gums and faint dimples showed on his cheeks before he whispered the last three words, "you fucked up."

@JR Zerner

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Mar 17 2018, 11:06 AM   Link Quote
Watching the Gryffindor Prefect who was standing on the steps, taller than JR at the moment - if only because the steps were giving him elevation over the seventh year - JR wiped his face of emotion. His breathing was still coming fast and his muscles were going to cramp if he didn't stretch soon, but the lion didn't dare to do this right now. His lips were thin as the young man stared up at the other boy, the morning sun tracing the stone on the castle behind him, caressing it, warming it as the sun woke to brighten the earth. The defensive manner of the other boy made JR wonder if the Prefect thought he was going to be a jerk to him because he was younger than him and in a position of authority. JR was not this kind of person, he never had been.

His piercing green eyes held the gaze of the other lion, his heart still pumping blood at an increased rate from the run. There was no fear in his body or as the other boy had so kindly put it, fear that JR had screwed up - the other boy's language had been much more severe and it was something that the older boy did not really appreciate. He crossed his own arms for something to do, shifting his weight on his feet, wanting to stretch them in front of him and feel his muscles relax after the run. They stood like that for a few moments, the sun spreading light across the earth, the birds singing in the background, the smell of spring fresh in the air - if you stopped to actually take in the scenery. Of course, in this moment, there was not time for that - not when there was an angry Prefect in front of you.

The other boy seemed as tired as JR was, if the shadows under his eyes were any indication. JR was one that always felt for people and wondered what their situation was, what their demons were, that they couldn't see. Appearances gave a deeper image of who people were, but JR also knew it was wrong to judge by appearances. Maybe this was why the young man was more upset with the other kid's language than he was by the crossed arms, the shadows on the eyes. Still, his shoulders shrugged.

"You have no reason," he stated plainly. "I broke the rules. The rules are clear. You put me in detention and then move along your day. It's as simple as that, isn't it?" His jaw was tight as his green eyes never strayed from the other boy, waiting to see what his fate was going to be. What else could he do? It wasn't like JR was going to fight him. That would make him like some of the bullies he had seen in the castle. It would make him like how he had used to be - lashing out and hitting things - before JR had realized that only made him like Kilsha. Kilsha Leander was not someone he wanted to be like, at all. Her blood flowed through his veins, sure, but there was no way that meant he wanted to be like her. Therefore, he was not going to fight the authority of a Prefect - even if the Prefect was years younger and inches shorter than him. He gave the other boy a small smile, nodding, trying to encourage him. "Just tell me when and where. It's alright."

@YB Yoo

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Pity was something that was both familiar to him and completely foreign all at the same time. He was pitied because of the death of his mother, the fact her car had just been abandoned on the side of the road and all traces of her was wiped clean; it had been three months before they deduced she must be dead. Or as good as. Dumped on the doorstep of his estranged father and his monster of a wife hadn't been all bad to begin with... YB grew up lonely. At age five, when he would try and get attention from his stepmother or father, he would be labelled a hassle and shoved aside in favour for the legitimate Seung heirs, rather than a boy who was a constant reminder of Seung Jinsoo's affair with Yoo Mina. Imagine being told every single day of your life that you were nothing but a mistake, the product of a five-minute 'meeting' after work and that you should never have been born at all. To say it fucked him up mentally would be a huge understatement. If the only attention he could receive was negative, why shouldn't he act up to the occasion, and become the disgrace to the family name that they all imagined him to be? It wouldn't be hard; it started with fighting back against his brothers and sister, escalating to bleaching his once hickory brown hair to a bright blond, and then is most recent additions... the Gryffindor had learnt it wasn't too difficult to build your own tattoo machine if you had the right instructions.

He was disaster personified, the very epitome of destruction and a demonic presence, and he played up to it. It started to fill in the gaping hole in the centre of his chest, just where his heart should have been, though to heal a void that large would be near to impossible. His mother would be ashamed of him - he knew it - though the smell of her perfume and the feel of her arms wrapped him had long since faded from his memories until the woman was nothing more than a figment of his imagination. Had she even loved him, or was everyone right in the fact that saying Yoo Yongbae did not deserve love from anybody at all? It wouldn't surprise him. Not anymore. The Gryffindor was a heartless monster in every way, and had no qualms about the way his life was; not only did he deserve it, but he was sculpting it to fit for him. Only he could affect himself; no butterflies could cause a hurricane large enough to even get noticed by him, though the older student in front of him was highly irritating, as he took his words as ones of defiance. Disrespect. It didn't matter if that was the other boy's intention, as that was the way YB had taken them, causing his jaw to clench so tight, teeth gritted hard enough that they started to ache, all the while his anger was growing inside his chest.

Who the fuck did this guy think he was, talking down to him like that? "No shit." His voice was low, more like a growl than a coherent sentence, with the words rumbling from the back of his throat and feeling like syrup with the way they seemingly were stuck to the roof of his mouth. "Aish, don't dictate to me how to do my job, asshole. I don't need you to tell me jackshit, got it?" This guy was not making it easier on himself, his words only adding fuel to the fire that burned at the very core of the human being that was Yoo YB. Then there was that smile. Ugh. It instantly reminded him of the smiles the staff at the Seung estate whenever he would stumble into the kitchens after a night locked in the attic, unable to give the poor boy some breakfast lest they risk losing their jobs. YB wasn't worth that. "Yah, shut up! Trying to think while you're making my ears bleed is difficult!" The Korean boy snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose before he let out a loud groan. False comfort, fake words, shut up, shut up, calm down, YB. He didn't need the encouragement of a stranger; he didn't need anybody, only himself. No parents, no siblings, no friends, no assholes who decided to go running at God-knew what time in the morning, only to give him lip afterwards. "Fucking dickhead, I should give you a month's detention for making me look at your face!"

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Mar 18 2018, 08:35 PM   Link Quote
As he was being sworn at by the Gryffindor Prefect, JR was thrown back into a memory - a memory where the young man was being yelled at by a different Prefect. There had once been a day when his roommate was holding the badge, when Quincy Elkins had been very upset with him and JR felt the same way now as he had then. Small, insignificant, and burning with a sense of desire to know why the boy was upset with him. What had he done to this boy other than to encourage him to do the thing? Why did he deserve to be sworn at? Why was being out after curfew - or before the day started in this case - a cause for being sworn at, called names and in general, being treated awful?

His piercing green eyes shifted away from the smaller boy, he looked away and half turned towards the sun, looking to see how high it was it the sky. Of course it had only been a few minutes so it hadn't gotten up much further, but somehow, JR felt like he was missing it. He had wanted to watch it this morning to help his thoughts and to calm down from all of the different situations happening in his life. JR sighed softly, fingers pulling the sweatshirt over his head and off, turning back to the Prefect as the lion flapped his sweatshirt out in both hands, creating a soft wind that he felt on the sweaty skin of his arms. He used the material a moment later to wipe his brow - the sun was warming the earth and his back and causing him to feel warmer - or was that the nervousness that was starting to ripe through him?

JR had never truly learned why Quincy didn't like him - in fact, there were times when he was surprised that his dorm mate didn't tell his boyfriend, otherwise known as Erik Dwight, JR's best friend, to stop being friends with him. JR didn't know if the younger boy would listen or not, nor did he truly know if it was in the other lion's personality was one to tell Erik to stop being friends with JR, but it was still a deep down, gut-wrenching fear. Besides, hadn't JR lost his only other Ravenclaw friend? Why did he deserve to keep Erik, now? He wasn't sure that he did.

"Look," he tried again, his words quiet, as a flash of his mother filtered into his brain this time, screaming at him for being a lookalike of his father - "I'm not trying to be rude. Or disrespectful. You asked a question and I answered it. A month, then. Can I go, now?" A sigh came through his pressed lips, shifting from foot to foot. So much for not cramping. His thighs were starting to strain and all JR wanted to do was get out of here and put distance between this boy and himself. Perhaps turning around starting to run again would not be such a bad idea, after all? Besides, JR had originally come out here to get rid of his worries and now the Gryffindor Prefect was creating another one for him. JR fell silent as he threw the sweatshirt on his shoulder and crossed his arms again, waiting for his fate rather than running.

After all, he had been trying to get better at not running from his problems lately in the first place, hadn't he?

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His words were how he began his fight; they had always been his first defence. The first wave of aggression that hit people was an armada of spiteful remarks and comments that would do nothing but rip the victim to shreds, leaving them feeling as small as YB deemed necessary; he was a heartless monster because he was proud of this ability of his. As a child, considering he was a lot smaller than his siblings, it probably had not been the best idea to rile them up over the dinner table, so extensively that it would usually end up with Taemin drawing his finger across his neck with a scowl, mouthing the words, 'you're dead.' But YB would rather die than admit he was afraid - nothing scared him - and he was not going to give his siblings the satisfaction of seeing him quake in his shoes. A lion, possibly, but more conceivably would be a wolf... lone and solitary and dangerous if provoked. Maybe it was just bad luck on this other student's part that he had happened to cross the fifth-year was not in his best of moods, having had a certain owl from his father which had contained less than exciting news, which in effect had caused his face to sour and his words turn to ice. Brown eyes that should have been warm with a fire were freezing cold, enough to glaciate your soul until not even the largest and hottest blaze could thaw it.

He was used to being respected, thought to be weak because he was a little on the short side, or that he was more skin and bone than fat or the way he always looked perpetually exhausted, due to his poor sleeping schedule. The Gryffindor prided himself on the fact he wasn't, however, and it always brought some satisfaction to his expression seeing people's surprised expressions when he had yanked them down and delivered a sharp fist to the centre of their face before he could stop himself. Not that he would want to, anyway. Impulsiveness was something buried so deep inside of him, it was almost as if it made up parts of his DNA, or part of what created his skin cells; he would say it was part of his soul, but he didn't have one of those. YB had been told enough by Seung Yuna that he had no soul, that he was something evil and foul, which wasn't far from the truth anyway. Setting fire to the dining table in a fit of anger at the mere age of ten years old and not much taller than four foot eleven. Despite the fact nobody except him had been hurt, he was trouble. He was the risk, according to his stepmother. A danger to her precious children. And who knew what would happen if he was sent to Mahoutokoro with them? So, he was shipped off to Hogwarts, and five years later he was dealing with arrogant assholes.

His knuckles popped as his hands clenched, and his shoulder lifted as he took a deep breath; why was he so irritable today? "Ever heard of a rhetorical question, dipshit?" YB was being awkward and difficult on purpose. He was picking apart at each phrase, clause and term the older boy was letting spill from his lips, and so the shorter boy just stared at him, level at him from his position on the stairs, whereas it was likely he wouldn't even reach his nose if they were sharing the platform. "Hm, nope." Was the Gryffindor going to delve into the typical acts of violence that had him so well acquainted with the detention room himself? Two hands darted forward, moving to clasp in the material of the older boy's shirt and yank him forward, almost as if he was trying to shake him like a rag doll. "You fucking punk. You think I want to freeze my ass off waiting for you to finish dicking around?" YB went to shake him again just for emphasis. "Disrespectful shit." His voice was low, almost like a growl, and his eyes were lit just like a predator's. "You have ten seconds to stop me from punching you in the face and smashing your teeth." Let us all hope that YB doesn't actually punch the boy in front of him, who was both significantly taller and stronger, though anything given in return would be completely justified.

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Mar 24 2018, 10:29 AM   Link Quote
The first problem with adrenaline was that it sent people into a flight or fight stage.

Muscles started to clench and bodies started to go ridged and bodies were faced with an option: To fight the attacker, or to flee from the situation. JR had been holding back the tense anticipation for a while now, fighting back the flood of memories that came with this younger boy calling him names, swearing at him - memories of Quincy Elkins when JR had been trying to protect his friend, when he found Quincy and Erik drinking in the Gryffindor common room soon after Erik had told him that he had been poisoned by alcohol. Even as he had gained an enemy that day - or at least that was how it felt - he had also done the right thing and stood up for Erik, who had since become one of his closest friends. He had been fighting memories of his mother swearing at him, calling him names, comparing him to his late father whom the woman had killed herself.

The second problem with adrenaline was that generally, the person picked what their body was used to.

For JR, it was easy to see that meant running from the situation, but that wouldn't work in this case. In this case, if he ran, it would probably only piss the Prefect off even more, the boy JR realized he didn't even know the name of. A tightening came in his chest and his arms crossed tighter across his body, his stance becoming more guarded by the minute as he listened to the words being flung at him. How much could he take of this before he broke? The hair of the back of his neck was starting to stand on edge, the blood in his veins starting to become hotter as his face started to feel even more flushed than when he had been running ten minutes ago. How long until JR broke?

You have ten seconds to stop me from punching you in the face and smashing your teeth

The threat came and JR's body moved - his fists clenched at his side and his feet found a stance where his body was more intimidating now, using his six foot one inches to do so. His jaw was tight and his heart was racing. If he couldn't run, he had to fight. That's all there was to it. There was no other option, nothing else JR could do. All thoughts of what Kiss would say if she found out, thoughts of Kilsha were overruling his mind and now he needed to not only protect himself from the boy in front of him, but the woman who haunted him. She had once said something similar, except Kilsha used magic to punish JR. The scars on his back underneath the glamour charms were evidence. So were the ones on his torso. Cursed things. It was no longer the Prefect in front of him, but Kilsha. He swallowed hard, preparing himself for the fight to come.

JR would not be the one to throw the first punch, but he would protect himself in a way he never had before from the pain his mother inflicted. This was Hogwarts. This was his turf, his place, his home. Here, JR could fight the demons of his past. The lion could be brave and fight back rather than waiting for it all to be over. Kilsha was not powerful here. His tongue ran over his lips, wetting them as they were dry, watching the boy - whom he no longer saw as the Prefect - waiting for the fight to begin.

The third problem with adrenaline was that the body was no longer actively thinking about the situation in the moment - or at least, this was the problem for JR right now.

Waiting for a fist to be thrown his way so he could dodge and defend himself, JR had forgotten whom he was even defending himself from. Adrenile was complex that way - the mind was weird. The memory had been triggered, the brain had heard the threat and somehow, JR's body was processing this to be Kilsha, his dead mother, when it was the Gryfindor Prefect. His heart was thudding in his ears, his face was contorted with the pain he felt within, his piercing green eyes were squinted and searching, ready to fight anything that came his way. One hand reached into his pocket for his wand, because at Hogwarts, he could use magic. He could fight back. He didn't have to take any more pain from Kilsha Leander.

The gingerbread man was not going to be caught without a fight

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Always so angry, always so prone to violence, but a tiger would never change their stripes, and a boy raised to fight his way through life was never going to stop so simply... regardless of how many times Jeongmin asked him to. In his eyes, this guy did him wrong, Maybe it was getting worse the older he got, the taller he got, the stronger he got. The more willing he was to put himself in danger. He was not a child anymore. YB did not, and would not, listen to the poetic bullshit that tipped from stranger's lips, spilling like it was red wine on a white carpet, forever staining something that could have been perceived as perfect. And a total bitch of a blemish to remove. The low breeze in the air ruffled bleached hair, blowing flyaway strands into eyes and obscuring a look that could kill. Would he throw the first punch? Would he, somehow elected Gryffindor prefect, end up breaking a rule? YB figured it was a matter of pride now, standing up to old demons. This boy was not Taemin. He was not Yebin, and he was not Jisung, and he was not his stepmother. God, even now she was haunting him, pressing her fingernails into the pale flesh of his shoulder, leaving imprints on his skin that he would see for days, even when they had long faded; he could not look himself in the mirror, for her still saw every bruise that had been inflicted upon him.

Now the only image in his head was a false one, of his brothers standing over him until the boy flinched at every slightest movement, every twitch that caused the smirks on their faces to widen. They were what plagued his nightmares even now, what caused him to very rarely sleep in a bed but rather prefer corners where he could see everything and not be so exposed. Sometimes, YB was certain that he could still feel their fingers pinch and twist at his skin, scaring him until he cried for his mother who was never going to get him. Sleep never came easy, and he would jolt awake more times than he could count, in all honesty. The student in front of him reminded him so much of Taemin, though he was not sure if it was because of his build or his attitude, or the way he seemed to make YB out to be the bad guy. He was not the bad guy, right? Could you be the own enemy in your life, the one that everybody loves to hate? YB could not give a shit about what people thought of him, with the exception of maybe Yedam and Jeongmin... but that's what friends were for. Daesung-hyung too-- he was fighting for them. That was the only thought that ran through his head; he had to be strong for them, he had to be brave for them, and he had to fight for them.

Seriously, fuck this guy. Fists curled tighter into the material of his shirt, the boy careful not to let their bare skin touch for some reason, and it was the simple lack of reaction that started to piss YB off. Was there a reason he wasn't defending himself openly, or even initiating the violent contact? To be honest, it wasn't like it mattered; the younger Gryffindor was two seconds from launching his fist at the other, wanting to smack him right in that condescending mouth until this pretty boy was no longer pretty. YB was no Ravenclaw, but he knew deep down that picking a fight with a male much larger and most likely much stronger than him was going to end badly for him... maybe he would just have to move faster. "Fucking do something. Give me an excuse." There was a moment before the smaller boy let out a choked, bitter laugh, the smirk on his lips disconcerting and worrying about just how little he seemed to care for his own wellbeing. Nobody cared about YB, not even YB himself. Maybe this way he would be able to feel something other than feeling so fucking empty all the time. There are so many times you can scream into an empty room and expect something to talk back. "Fuck it, I don't need one." And within seconds, his right arm was winding back, fist clenched and his right foot back so he could get maximum strength behind the punch.

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