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“Shit!”

Split second decision to veer off to the left. Big mistake.

“Ack!” Thud. Crack. Rustle. “Oomph! Ugh...”

Silence.

When Jungsoo finally gathered his scattered senses he found himself laying face down on the winter ground shivering from the cold. Propping himself up on his elbows he gave a cry of pain as he tried to stand up, instinctively moving his wings to compensate for the weight distribution. It hurt like a motherfucker. He hadn’t noticed it before but now it felt like his whole back was on fire. Something warm dropped onto the back of his hand.

It was blood.

Biting back another cry he managed to get himself onto his feet if only by clawing his way up the trunk. Cursing under his breath Jungsoo moved his wings as gently as he could towards the front so he could see what the damage was. It took several attempts, one of which nearly caused him to faint from the pain before his eyes could focus on their state. And what a state it was.

“Oh fuck,” Jungsoo exhaled. His wings looked liked they’d been shoved through a food processor and then stuck back together; feathers stuck up at odd angles, several lacerations were dripping red droplets of blood onto the frozen ground, and he was sure he’d accumulated scratches on his face and hands too. Oh, getting his ass back home was going to be fun. Luckily he wasn’t too far from Daybreak, even if he was stuck travelling back on foot.

Forty minutes later he made it back to where the back entrance—or what he called an entrance—of Daybreak was. Jungsoo eyed the tall fence flexing his wings nearly causing him to black out. With a loud yell, he used his injured wings—thankfully not broken—to propel him over the fence and back to his sanctuary from the world. Tears streamed down his face as he landed, his knees buckling making him fall forwards onto his scraped hands.

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to say he was surprised was an understatement, when the owner of the store beneath his apartment gave him a pack of cards addressed to him from another customer. the description of the sender did not ring any bells, which was awfully strange as taehyung never forgets a face. a lot of things cry out as suspicious, especially with the timing of his birthday being on the same day, but he fights the paranoia and just accepts the gift.

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“Ah, Wonho, do you have some time today?” Wonho looked up to see one of his professors standing next to the table he had been studying at. Wonho sat up straighter before answering.

“I’m off work today, so I have a bit of time. Is there anything I could help you with, Professor?”

“Actually yes, there’s a student that is interested in applying to our department, and the student that was meant to give him the tour and answer questions is out sick. I’ve got to rush off to the next class, and he’s going to be arriving soon. Could you please take care of it for me?”

“Sure, but... Professor, wasn’t last week the day for incoming freshman to tour the campus?” Wonho’s brows knitted together as he recalled the previous week when classes had been cancelled in order for the high school students to come to the campus.

“It was, however this particular student wasn’t able to make it that day due to an illness, I believe. From what I’ve heard, this student is rather intelligent, so the university would really like for him to have a good impression of this campus. Now I have to run, please do your best, Wonho!”

The professor turned to head to the door of the study room, walking at a brisk pace.

“Professor!” Wonho shouted out as he stood up quickly, ignoring the glares from the other students. “Professor, you didn’t tell me the student’s name or where to meet him!”

“Oh, right. His name is  Lee Minhyung, and he should be waiting to meet you at the front gate of the university in around 10 minutes.” The professor hurried out the door as Wonho scrambled to throw his things in his bag.