I am a S a i n t,

Raising his brows at her sputtering the male, blinks his eyes some. Why was she so shy? Had he done something to make her act like this? Or was this perhaps, her nature? Some of the students at his this school weren’t really aware of how much they weren’t around people to make things normal just as Junsu was somewhat naïve to the point where it wasn’t normal. Tilting his head ever so lightly, the male brushed off his knees from kneeling down before she stumbled. Quickly, he moved forward almost to catch her but she had moved away from him originally making him nervous to touch her. With hands out stretched, if she needed him, the male shuffled forward some afraid she would fall any second the branch of the bush gave out.

This wasn’t a small sting and he wanted to help but with her sputtering, it made him somewhat nervous to offer help once more. He could tell the way she had moved back, her body unable to catch itself at first made him away that there had to either be hard fall now, or there was damage from a previous time that made her knees continue to bother her. The doctor inside of him made him worry, and one of his studies was muscles.

­­­­­­He was alerted of another presence as the girl tugged on his hand, pointing at the unknown male who seemed to be talking to, of all things, a cat. Dressed in fancier clothing that seemed generally clean and pressed, Daehyun absentmindedly wondered if this person was mentally retarded or he was asking to be robbed. Kicking a pebble towards the man, he listened to the clatter and then coughed softly, pulling his mask higher up his face.

The feline danced around him, meowing and almost asking for goodies that he didn’t have. But at that moment, he couldn’t help but feel bad. He didn’t have food or anything on him to give to the animal and as far as he knew, everywhere was closed. In some way, he could relate to the lost animal because coming to this school he had hopes to find something though he wasn’t sure what, that empty feeling inside of his chest still haunted him even though he had been at the school for weeks. Had his expectations been too high? Was he searching for something you can’t really find? Hollowness filled his chest as his eyes almost became unfocused on the ground, soot dancing around the males slim body before a voice caught his attention.

Dark almond eyes searched for the source before locating a body and for a moment, he felt like a child in trouble. Was he not supposed to be here? Pursing his lips, he reached his hand out to scratch the cats head once more before rising to his feet and heaving a sigh, unaffected by the dangerous chemicals dancing around his body. Brushing his knees off in an almost automatic movement, he moved over towards the other but kept his distance some.

Bowing his head gently, the other couldn’t help but offer an almost sheepish smile but the others appearance wasn’t exactly comforting. Truly, what Junsu could only see was the others eyes and barely at that sense because of the clothing that the other had donned. It creeped the older out, hence his space away from the other but he didn’t want to come off rude before heaving a gentle sigh.

“Truly, is anywhere safe now?” Almost a sad humor, his hands moved to slip inside his slacks as he glanced over his shoulder. With the cat no longer in site, he heaved a sigh. Once again he was lost but a ding on his phone brought it out of his pocket, his face peering at it. Again, it told him to go back to the booth but that was not the place he wanted to go. Somewhat annoyed, he switched the GPS off before once more his hand slipped back into his pocket. Pursing his lips, his eyes flickering up to the other he offered one more smile but he had forgotten where he was which was why he had stopped to say hello to the cat.

It may have been against the rules, but sometimes Sora simply couldn’t help herself. And maybe it didn’t help that she was used to being able to get her way all the time. She was, after all, a princess. No one said no to the crown princess. And the destruction of the war torn streets of Sora begged for her to explore. She wanted to find those she might be able to help, if it was only to comfort them out of this world. It was a silly wish, but Sora had learned to love her subjects. And she would, until her dying day, consider every Korean citizen her subject and she would love them all. She hated seeing war ravage her country and to lay ruin to so many innocent lives.

Curled up inside the blankets, the male almost missed the sound at his door. His mind was under water and his head wasn’t exactly on right. After one last pound, his eyes forced themselves open as the chocolate almonds peered out from underneath the sheets. What was that? Knocking? Wrinkling his nose, the male begun to almost emerge from the blankets as a butterfly from the cocoon did but he severely didn’t seem as a graceful, his foot catching in the blanket and making him stumble. Hands out stretched, he caught himself on Taehyung’s bed before finally shuffling towards the door.

Rubbing his eyes, the male unlocked the door room before wrapping slim digits around the handle. Gently pulling it open, the male didn’t think that it would be a female behind the door and let alone be leaning against it. His mind had to think fast, despite the grogginess and gently, he caught the slumped form in hopes that she wouldn’t fall as his brows furrowed. But something was wrong; the muscles whispered where their skin met and he couldn’t help but glance around. Was anyone with her? He didn’t see anyone in the hallway.

“A-are you alright?” Questions wanted to bubble from his lips but he just moved her inside the room and despite it being against the rules, the male pursed his lips some. God, if Taehyung was to come back, he wasn’t sure how he was to explain the female. Hey, she knocked on my door and almost fell inside the room so I brought her inside? Yeah, that didn’t sound creepy or anything. At the thought, he wanted to take his hands away but he feared her almost weakened form from falling over.

o w e d ;

you and I [ Yooara ] 

dreams for sale [ Changmin ] - event !

a saint's modern medicene [ Sora ]

w a i t i n g ;

colors of the wind [ Eunji ]

lesson number one [ Mai ]

cleaner [ Jaejoong ] - event !

boom headshot [ Yongguk ] - event !

let it go [ Leo ] 

cooking accident [ Sera ] - event !

stumble [ Jieun ] - event !

left or right [ Daehyun ] - event !

lover, not a fighter [ Rain ] - event? 

defragment [ Yesung ]

red rover [ Riolu ] - event !

after glow [ Jackson ] - event !

s t a r t i n g ;

Taehyung

p l o t t i n g ;

War

Bora

Jaebeom

Tiffany

James

n o t e s ;

Hockey and Football. Contact sports. Junsu wasn’t one to ever really play these things and honestly, the only reason he ever heard of the sports was because of television. Where he was from, Soccer was called football but he had learned when he came to the city to call it as Soccer. Those were really foreign sports and a small part of him was curious as to how the other was to learn those in a place like Korea. Did they have spots for that? If they did, he wondered where. Not that he could ice skate well and hockey was on the ice, right? It was pretty interesting to the other but he couldn’t help but nod his head gently, acknowledging the others words.

Feeling the other nudge him, Junsu’s dark brown orbs looked up at the other from under his lashes almost as a child in trouble though it was quite the opposite. But he nodded some, before holding up a finger.

“I can’t take hits like…that. Just warning you. I’ll cry. Like a baby.” Taking a step away, he pulled the ball away from the other with the tip of his foot before gently kicking it so he would rest on the top of his shoe as he tried to hide his excitement at the others offer to play. It seemed like some avoided him like the plague and of course, his greeting was a ball to the others face, but it was memorable, right?

At the question, the dark haired boy couldn’t help the almost mischievous smile that pulled the corners of his lips before chuckling some. Pulling the ball away from the other, tossing it between his feet, he titled his head.

“Hrm…probably both.” A laugh escaped his lips some, because the abuse already happened in his mind. But he wasn’t sure if he could run into the other like he used to with the boys in the village. It would probably, as he said, be colliding with a bull and Junsu was a small creature. He wasn’t exactly built like a rock, like the other seemed.

Rolling the ball between his feet, he glanced down the length of the field. There were no goals. This was going to be difficult, considering kicking the ball too hard would send it flying. So, turning some, he passed the ball to the other before back up some.

[...]

He had thought of dropping the class but in his mind, he knew he had to be productive and proactive. Fighting, he had been a part of. When he was in the city, he had a few girls that had men chasing after them and tended to get a little bit handsy. After the fact of the physical altercation, Junsu was overwhelmed with guilt that it almost made him sick to his stomach despite the fact that he had helped a girl from being bothered. It wasn’t something he enjoyed doing and the sore face or hand that he held the next day was a constant reminder that he wasn’t about sparring or fighting.

Deep breath. Outside of the door, the male heaved a sigh as he ducked his head down some as his hair danced under the large hair band he had used to push back the thick hair from his forehead. Wearing the basketball shorts, and a sport tank top, he was dressed for the occasion but that didn’t mean mentally he was ready for this. Frustrated because he had to go to a private lesson and wasn’t just fine as an ok student. But this was for him, for others. What had happened in Busan reminded him that sometimes, you had to defend yourself whether or not you know which side was the right side.

Tossing his sports bag over his shoulder, he moved inside the room and as he caught the attention of the instructor, Junsu ducked his head down in a greeting himself. Following the other inside some, he glanced around the room and right away he saw another student and out of his country bumpkin training, he bowed his head in greeting to the other even if they didn’t make any sort of the same motion to him.

With his attention back on Rain, he looked at the other before the word special escaped his lips and nervousness came over him. Setting the bag down on the side of the room but not moving too far away, his attention remained on the other as he shuffled back towards the instructor. In a strange way, Junsu was a combined man and boy, stuck in his own body and with the boyish motion over, his hands moved to rest on his sides.

An explanation in tow, finally his eyes moved back over to the other in room with a hesitated smile before his eyes were on the ground. Nodding his head some, he trusted the other before lifting his head up and offering once more another nervous smile, he was hoping this wasn’t going to be what he feared it was. But he was slightly a pessimist.