Title: Saviour Of Love (SOL)
Author: jhhs_1505 / CriesOfMelancholy
Pairings: Junseung
Rating: NC-17 (rated by chapter)


I suddenly felt my head heavy and then my chest started to feel like needles were piercing me again and again, my eyesight becoming blurry. I was left frozen on my spot for a moment and the next thing I knew, everything around me felt quiet. I looked around; looking for the reason why the crowd stopped shouting and Yoseob stopped singing, only to realize that I am the very reason behind it.


‘Junhyung-ah?’ I looked at the source of the voice, it was Yoseob. I gulped, feeling a little queasy… and then slowly, everything is fading out.
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When I opened my eyes, all I can see is some blinding white light. Am I still on the stage? No, I don’t think so. I could totally feel that my back was happily rested on something that is really soft and the light that I was seeing is actually coming from the ceiling. When I looked around, I realized that I was in one of the rooms in the prison cell—I mean clinic. I tried to get up but my body won’t move, so I gave up, closed my eyes and just lay around.


I could feel a presence come near me, blocking what little light that could pass my closed eyes.


"Junhyung-ah, are you awake?" Yoseob's worried voice is so pure and smooth. I opened my eyes just to see him there, at my right side, totally-worried written on his face.


"You worry too much." I wonder how many times did I tell him that he worry too much? He just kept on worrying.


"I'm glad you're okay. The nurse said you were just exhausted."


"The nurse already told you I was just exhausted, so why do you kept on worrying?" I struggled to sit up and looked at him, only to see his childish grin. "Worried fool."


"Junhyung." Someone called out to me. It is the voice of my creepy school guardian. His voice- cold as ice, death echoed inside the little room. "We have work to do." He approached me gradually holding out his arm. He's wearing his restraining mask, black cloak, black boots and everything gothic-ish black things.


"Can't you see he's still weak?" Yoseob protested.


"Would you like to come and replace him for now, then?" Rain offered to my fragile little friend.


"NO!" I yelled. "Why does it have to be Yoseob?"


"Dear Junhyung. Yoseob has the Beast of earth. Humans will take his beast as natural phenomena or something like that. We can really use him." He grinned at me as my anger crawls inside my head.


"Don't worry Junhyung-ah I-"


"NO!" I interfered Yoseob with my protest. I pulled out the needle out of my arm, pain struck me but i continued to walk.


"But Jun-"


"I don't want you to do those kind of things." I left Yoseob inside the room with anger about to erupt inside my chest.
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The man with the ridiculous black outfit closed the door after grinning at me. I don't know what work they were talking about and Junhyung doesn't want to tell me either. I don't think it's something nice at all. Junhyung-ah was so against with me joining but I really want to join. I want to see what he does outside the academy. I wanna know why he was so completely against my participation; why he collapsed on stage; why he doesn't smile anymore. I want to share his pain, hoping it would hurt him less.


I slumped on the bed, worried, again. He scolded at me for who knows how many times for worrying. Who will not get worried? Seeing your friend like that. Protecting you from whatever it is. He doesn't even tell me anything.


I angrily walked to the window and whistled to call my eagle. My eagle flew its way to me and I rode on its back. "To the forest."


The eagle did as I said and soon enough I was there. I waved goodbye to it as I walk my way to the river and heard large splashing sounds. I hid behind an old tree and saw a guy with blonde perm hair playing with water. He has a slender body, broad shoulder and long legs. His perfect jaw line and small lips curled up into a smile making him seem so bright and enthusiastic. It was the new guy at our class, Hyunseung.


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The morning fresh air greeted me as I walk to the academy's forest. Trees, flowers, fruits and birds are everywhere. It's almost paradise in here.


I heard a very refreshing sound echoed in my ear. The sound of nature's life. It's a small river.


I kicked my shoes off and pulled my pants up. This is the most refreshing and relaxing sound one can hear. The flow of a calm river.


I breathe it in and closed my eyes as the water flows against my feet. Aahhh. How many times do I have to say that the river is refreshing to satisfy myself?


I began playing with the water. How I made the water move the way I wanted it to move is still a mystery to me. They say it's because I have a beast of water but no one can really explain to me what beast is. Everything is so confusing. I can't understand anything. They say if my dorm mates are kind enough to tell me what's going on, I'll be relieved.


I already met my dorm mates, Junhyung, Yoseob, Kikwang, Dujun and Dongwoon. Junhyung and Yoseob are always outside so I never really got to talk to them. Dujun is always out to play soccer and Dongwoon just plays with his piano, all night and day. Kikwang is busy on the theater. I asked him about what beast is, but he said he forgot what it is and says he'll tell me if he remembers. I'm very unfortunate with my dorm mates.


Being a new guy is such a pain. But, oh well. I gotta stop thinking about those things and just have fun with the water. The sound of splashing water sends pleasure to my spine, face, everywhere. Nothing is more refreshing than water. I smiled at that thought.


Just then, I heard someone walking towards me. I glanced to my right and I saw a blond boy with a rabbit on his arms. His expression is empty. I smiled at him politely but he just walked away.


"You're Yoseob, right?" I asked him to get his attention. He nodded, not turning his back away from me. "Why are you not smiling?" I continued.


"I don't smile 'cause.." He hesitated. "Because he doesn't smile. " With that, he walked away and disappeared through the line of trees blocking my sight.


'Cause he doesn't smile? Who is he talking about? My hands and fingers were already numb from holding the mic, but I can’t seem to stop rapping. Sweat is dripping all over me as the spotlight continues to burn my eyesight. The crowd screams a lot that I can’t even hear Yoseob singing. I looked over to my right, just in time to see him doing that fan service thing again. I followed the flow were the crowd took him with my eyes.


So… this is it then. To be up here, on the stage. I’ve been up here for the umpteenth time already, but the adrenaline rush is still there. Trying not to be distracted, I looked back at the crowd and again hurt my eyes with the spotlight. Yoseob is now back at my side. This is going along too well.

Title: Sweetest Tragedy
Author:Vainglory08



Shiny crystals scattered through the pitch-black silk covering the sky. The cold breeze touched my skin, making me shiver. Leaving the mansion dorm on a freezing night without bringing a jacket is never a smart move, well, for me, who has the Beast of fire, it's okay. I gathered twigs and anything that I can use to build up a fire and settled myself under an old tree. The leaves of the trees are brushing with each other making a very refreshing sound, so I closed my eyes and relaxed. I let my thoughts float through the air along with the sound of my voice, singing a familiar song. I closed my eyes as I felt the song sink into my lonely little heart. Just then, an elegant voice sang with me in an alluring way. I opened my eyes and saw a strange black figure dancing with the song. The silhouette stopped dancing when I unconsciously stopped singing. The figure ran before my eyes could make out his/her features. The silhouette left me there dumbfounded, sitting on the grass, unable to move or make a sound to stop it from running away from me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Someone climbed through my window and crawled on my bed. I leaned my head on its chest as it wrapped its arms around me. I could feel its slender arms as I brushed my fingers to its face. Its warm breath on my hair was thrilling, and caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand. Suddenly, its arms disappeared from around me and it was gone. I opened my eyes and gasped. I'd just woken up from another dream of being with a stranger. I checked the window- it was twilight. I stood up and grabbed my jacket, ready for a short walk to the Academy's park. My hair fluttered from the cold breeze as I sat under the old tree. I could see a light few meters behind the line of bushes. Who is he? I walked gradually to where the voice came from. It was Junhyung, he's singing . I recognized the song- Moonlight Over Paris by Vanessa Williams. Does the moonlight shine on Paris after the sun goes down if the London Bridge is falling will anybody hear a sound I sang along and felt the song sink into my heart. Oh and how can you just walk away Is it something that I said I see only black and white you see green and red My feet started to trace familiar dance movements in a slow manner, fitting every move into the rhythm of the song. My hands gestured softly along with my feet as I swayed through the meadow, singing. You believe in the miracles Water into wine I believe it when it makes the New Yo- The voice suddenly stopped and I stopped too. Junhyung stared at me with his cold eyes. I felt the heat as it crawled into my cheeks; as I ran away from him, embarrassed. When I got home, Kikwang is already up, and awake. He rubbed his small eyes as he asked me, "Where have you been?" "Outside. For fresh air."