#@zelo

son of a... he knew he shouldn't have been in this godforsaken school at all. but like the somewhat agreeable person he felt like when he woke up, he decided to at least try. but it proved to be harder than he thought to try and attend a class he couldn't wait to get out of. perhaps he had caused some trouble. perhaps he had left the classroom in the middle of class, but so what?

detention, that's what.

despite looking relatively calm on the outside his blood was as poisonous as could be as it pumped throughout his entire body, a certain consequence as far as his temper went. anger made him lose control of his power in the quickest of ways, and if he were to drag his nails across someone's skin right now they'd become infected within seconds. and without a solid reason to get a grip of himself, he wasn't going to try and calm down. admittedly that was the reason they had brought him to the institute in the first place, to not lose control that easily, but he was still too stubborn for his own good. but more than anything he was scared, and fear made him aggressive.

it took him a solid minute or two to acknowledge the other man that he was currently in detention with, but even then jongup had his arms crossed over his chest and the need to be accommodating just wasn't there. not that it was the other student's fault that he was stuck in a place he desperately didn't want to be (and not just detention, but the school itself) but right now he felt like he had little love to give to anyone in the building. he just wanted to get away, and he'll be damned that he'd find a way to get kicked out. that way his parents couldn't insist that he went back either, rather than if he simply ran away.

One of the doctors at the free clinic he was going to for the care of his shoulder and wrist and stuff had informed Jonghyun that Anti-depressant medication might help control his... other urges, and so far, so good. it did make his day job more complicated, though, since he lacked the genuin enthusiasm to bend over or get on his knees. he could fake it sure, but there was a weird kind of freedom, to not need it. and the doc had a weird fetish about taking advantage of drugged up patience, so they compromised. But Jinki had been so sad, the other night, and he just... didn't want his friend sad anymore, so he agreed. 

He was walking though the streets, on his way home since he was still in a cast, and damaged goods don't sell. specially since the people he played with liked to do the damage themselves. It was a bit of a brisk night, even for February  so he wore a jacket, keeping his damaged arm huddled close to his body as he walked back to his apartment  no work till he's healed. and that's when he heard it.

at first it sounded like the whimper of a puppy. Then, as he gt closer, he heard the voices of other people, men, and the almost hollow sound of a body being kicked. Gritting his teeth Jonghyun slid his injured hand over and pulled out his gun, keeping it pressed to his side as he made hiw way to the clearing in the back alley. 

A group of 6 or so men with the same red leather jacket he'd never seen before, and one kid on the ground, bloody, as they took turns kicking him. 

It was definitely possible to question what went through some of the performers minds as they turned up at Lime's medical tent in order to get their wounds treated, also the amount of trust they had as she was frequently exposed to both naked men and women, something which had took some getting used to considering her background. Nevertheless she did leave at the end of the every shift admiring how many of the performers still managed to have a healthy sex life.

Just they needed to stop using props as toys.

Sighing, the blonde jotted down the notes of her last patient. It was a struggle at times, after all she had never been medically trained so she always had to be equipped with a medical dictionary, having been told off once for calling a mammary gland 'that thing in boobies which make milk'. It was hard for her, why did she even need to file these reports in? If their bleeding had stopped then surely that's all that mattered, right? She supposed that the leaders wanted to keep tabs on how often the other freaks were injuring themselves and how they could try and avoid this.

Lime's suggestion to lubricate the props a bit more didn't go down well.

Finally, her work was done. Most performers would be in bed by now so she wouldn't be needed now until later in the day, everyone knew where to find her if there was ever an emergency. Stifling a yawn, Lime filed her papers away and picked her bag up, rubbing her forehead to chase away a headache. She would have a couple of drinks then head off to bed, ready for another busy day tomorrow. She lived in hope that people would learn her lesson but, with the amount of repeat customers she had, the girl knew that this wasn't likely.

As she exited the tent something to the side of her caught her attention, turning, a sly grin appeared upon her face as eyes rested on the blonde boy. Had he been waiting out here for long?

"Hello stranger." She grinned "I was starting to miss you, it's been so long since you last visited."

Her eyes scanned his body, remembering how she had never had to treat him and most likely never would. It was a shame, in a way, as Zelo was probably one of the few people shewantedto care for. Lime used to joke about how one day she would get her hands on his body, joking to hide the fact that she actually wanted this to happen.