#cirquesohee

It was starting to become clear to him that he was never going to find information from the real source. He always had to stop himself and think, “Dara is gone.” The more he thought about it, the more questions had sprouted and he had a need for some kind of answer, even to just one question. Jiyong thought Dara loved the circus, but apparently he didn’t know much if she just up and disappeared on him like that. He knew he kept a few secrets from her, but not enough to make her up and disappear, right? He felt a lump in his throat, and even as he tried to gulp it down, he still felt it there. To be guilty and regretful was the worst. He happened to be both.

Deciding on searching for others, he went down his mental list of people that Dara knew of when a certain face came to mind. There was a small girl that Dara always hung around, mentored even. Jiyong never took much of an interest in her until now, as he wondered if there was anything she might have known about Dara that he didn’t know. Hell would freeze over before he turned to Seungri for answers, so this girl seemed like the only other slightly reliable option. Now he had to find her.

Jiyong took some wild guesses, checking Dara’s tent to no avail, checking the food area to find nothing, before he took his business elsewhere and decided to look around Dara’s favorite working station. It moved with every pick-up-and-go the circus made, but it was always set up relatively the same way. She was the girl in charge of the mechanics in the cirque, so of course her “student” would work in a relatively similar field.

Peeking his head in, he frowned at the sight of a girl – a girl that wasn’t Dara. Jiyong remembered when he stumbled in to one of Dara’s working areas and completely destroyed some wires, making them spark up and giving them both a heart attack. He wouldn’t do that to the woman that was working in there in that moment, considering he wasn’t there to cause havoc this time around. Her name was Sohee, and she was “talented.” It was a little vague, but it was his last shot to getting answers about just where this woman disappeared to, and why.

“Excuse me?” he stepped into the space, breaking some of the distance between the two persons. “Sohee?” His voice was gentle. He was trying to be nice and press down his dying anticipation and anger at the situation at hand. Jiyong glanced down, his lip twitching at his own slowness with proposing a question. “I want to talk to you… about Dara,” he got right out and said it. What was the point of trying to make it fall into conversation? He had a feeling that the girl already knew what he wanted as soon as she realized he was there. “I was hoping you’d…” he pursed his lips, hating that he felt sorry for himself. “Give me something to work with here. A reason or a possible reason. Or something.”

Chunji, admittedly, was going a little stir crazy in the rundown house. It was raining in sheets, and it was the temperature of snow with hypothermia –in other words, if he went out in it, it would near instantly soak him to the bones, and he’d be in bed with a chill likely for the rest of the day afterward. All of those symptoms simply weren’t worth it to him, the current redhead sitting on his bed instead. But oh god; this reminded him of when he lived with his parents, when he wasn’t allowed to leave the house. Except without the TV. The thought that he was actually yearning for that damn thing to come back into his life was just too sad of a thought, so he jumped up off of his bed and started pacing.

Working out was always a possibility –after he had gotten close with CAP, that was nearly always one of the first options on what to do. Especially because he liked to tease the other about their muscles, even if his weren’t as big. It didn’t really matter either way, it was just sort of an inside joke. And with all of this nervous energy, he could certainly use a way to expend it.

At that thought, he stopped what he was doing, before his mind ran back over it once more. A way to expend his energy while being productive…

Chunji quickly crossed the room and out into the hall, him going into his shared bathroom with Sohee, then shut the door firmly, though he didn’t lock it. Honestly, that had been one thing he never understood; why would you room a boy and a girl together and make them share a bathroom? That almost seemed cruel. He knew that he tended not to be the cleanest guy, though he knew for a fact that he was better than most because him as his parents used to all share a bathroom, and if he left a mess, his mother would make him scrub the toilet. Urg, toilets…disgusting white bowls of death, more like.

He ignored the toilet, however, in favor of the slightly dirty mirror over the sink. Chunji started the same way that he always did when he was getting ready for some hardcore shape shifting; he started just morphing individual body parts to loosen them up like one might do with a muscle before a nice long run. After the major parts were ready to rumble, he focused on some of the faces he saw a lot around the Cirque. First it was CAP; one he was particularly proud of, and knew was accurate, mainly because he had seen the other change before after a long workout. Normally Chunji hated changing the size of his penis, but he figured that it could come in handy someday, if he went uncover and had to sleep with someone, as an example. But enough thinking about other guy’s junk.

Switching next to Taemin, and offering himself a sweet, familiar smile, he sighed happily, lingering on him for a moment, before going to Naeun, the sweety, and pouting adorably when he couldn’t manage to do her wings. Sucked, but he could always figure it out at a later date with her, if she let him. After her, he pondered who to do next, and settled on his roommate, Sohee. They hadn’t really spoken too too much –certainly hadn’t had anything like a heart to heart. He didn’t even know what her power was! But hey, he saw her around the house enough that he could likely do a good Sohee.

Since he was already in the body of a girl, he couldn’t mess up too drastically; it’s like he had a base. First, he adjusted the bone structure, letting it slide the right ways while keeping her body proportionate. Strangely enough, it seemed to click into place rather easily, him feeling proud of himself for his “obviously improving” talent, than went to the hands, feet and breasts. After that, the hardest part –the face- was up, but he found that easily too! Chunji grinned broadly, and looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, but what he saw made him freeze; there were no whites to his eyes, it was all black…a horrifying, endless, chill black. The horrid blackness of death. He tried to get them back to Sohee’s eyes, but he couldn’t seem to get it to work this time around, and he opened his mouth, though he couldn’t say why, and saw horrible, horrible fangs.