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He followed Yoongi’s instructions of where he felt the tracking device. He turned on the flashlight and moved it to where he could see somewhat into the canal. At first there seemed to be nothing and he pursed his lips a bit, wondering how deep in the thing might be.

It took him moving the flashlight off of where it was directly into the track to see it. A faint red light shown very softly under the skin. It was small and barely noticeable but it was there. “They definitely put a tracker in you..” Junsu said, shaking his head. It was then that Yoongi’s question came.

Junsu paused in what he was doing, formulating his thoughts so that he could explain it in a way that Yoongi could understand. “We perform for people to make them smile. At least those of us with abilities that can be shown off. One of our members can speak to animals. She dances with them in her performance to make the people who come to see the show smile. We move every so often so that we can give smiles to people all over.”

He moved to the side, grabbing a headband that had a flashlight on it, turning it on and looking down back into Yoongi’s wing track. “This is going to hurt a bit, okay? Let me know if it is too much. I promise I will heal it as soon as I get the hot part out,” He said with a smile, voice soft and sincere. He gently pushed the track open enough to where he could get the scalpel in and gently moved to open up the skin, trying to make as small of an incision as possible.

"I like it," he whispered, his wings giving a slight shiver.  A name of his own, and a family.  These were things only real people had.  He bit his lip and closed his eyes as he felt Junsu against his back.  "Will... will they like me?  Is it really okay for me to stay?"

He'd found it.  Yoongi's breath caught in his chest at the announcement and he clenched his fingers a little tighter in his shirt.  He had found the warm spot.  Which meant that... soon it could be out, and maybe he'd be safe.  He listened intently to Junsu as he explained what the circus was...  it sounded extraordinary.  It was the exact opposite of everything Icarus - no, he reminded himself, Yoongi- had ever experienced.

A place that existed just to make others smile?  He'd never even been able to imagine.  A lady who danced with animals!  That sounded like the most fun of all.  He was trying to picture that, trying to figure out which animals she could have around her, when Junsu moved into his wing track.  The scalpel was cold at first, but a warm stinging soon erased that and Yoongi's eyes squeezed shut a little tighter as he pressed his lips together.  It wasn't bad, not anywhere near what he'd felt before in his short life, but... he'd learned to expect so much worse to follow.

"I don't know how to do anything," he murmured, voice small and a bit wobbly.  What could he possibly do to make people smile?  He didn't even really have a handle on most regular human actions, much less performances...  "I'd like to make people smile, but... I don't know how."

Junsu wanted to befriend this boy. He wanted to befriend him, protect him and learn about him. And to do that, Icarus needed to be no more. “You can stay here, but to do that, you need a name. Lets see… Yoongi.” Junsu watched the boy’s face as he tested out the name and yet it seemed to fit so perfectly, he didn’t throw out anything else. “Yoongi means luster or something that shines. You shine with curiosity and gentleness that I have not seen in a long time. Yoongi seems gentle and happy. If you like it, that should be your name. Yoongi is happy while Icarus is far too sad,” He smiled, reaching out and softly moving the boy’s hair from his face.

“I can also take the tracking device out, but I think I should do it now rather than wait. If we wait, people could come looking for you and that is dangerous for all of us. It might hurt, but I will make the pain go away as fast as I can if it does. You shouldn’t need to suffer in any way more than you already have,” Junsu said, getting up and moving away to pick up the minor surgical things he would need. He put on gloves and picked up a small flashlight, moving behind Yoongi.

"Yoon...gi."  Something that shines.  Brightness, like the sun reflecting on water?  Like the stars and moon that had helped him navigate through trees in the night?  Not the sterile, bleak fluorescence he'd been brought up in, surely.  He repeated it a few more times, head tilting slightly even as Junsu brushed his dirty hair from his face.  He liked the way this name felt in his mouth.  It felt warm and sweet and nice, especially the way Junsu said it.  "I can be Yoongi now?  I don't have to be Icarus anymore?"

His eyes followed Junsu, all the inquisitiveness of a five year old child in his gaze, and he froze up a bit at the sight of gloves and tools.  Those things only ever meant hurt.  Bad hurt.  It took a moment of him reminding himself that Junsu meant no harm, that Junsu had done nothing but help him, before his breathing returned and he spoke, albeit rather shakily, over his shoulder.

"It's on this side," he murmured, touching his left shoulder.  His small wings stretched up and away, pushing open the spaces in his back as far as they could without being in the way.  "It's in where my wing comes out."

He didn't know how to explain it any better.  The warm spot was up inside his back, at least three to four inches in, though he had no knowledge of measurement to share that information.  All he knew was that it was warm, and it burned hotter when they were closer.  It hurt when they found him, like it was trying to sear its way out of him.  He curled his fingers of his right hand into the torn edges of his shirt at his shoulder and closed his eyes, the fingers of his left doing the same as he gripped his right sleeve tightly.  He had been through things like this enough to know that it would be helpful if he were still.

Being still meant less pain for him.