[ junsu's terrified. he's so scared, since the moment he was ambushed and dragged here without getting to say his piece. he tried to tell them he wasn't magic, the first time he said the words, now that his life was in danger. they didn't believe him, of course. they must get hundreds of people who claim the same when caught.
it had hurt to say as much. to be driven to a point where he had to say it, to admit to himself he was nothing but human, weak and fragile and powerless and worthless.
the shower they make him take is freezing, the clothes they leave him scratchy. he's hungry, shivering, and when he stumbles into the cell he makes himself as small as possible, curling up on the floor. they did hurt him. when he fought, at first, they decked him in the jaw, in the stomach. it doesn't really matter. now he's trapped here, in a place full of magical people who are stronger and more powerful than him, and he's going to die here.
he needs to remember what he does best. he needs to find himself allies and friends who will keep him safe. he breathes out, shakily, reaching a hand to touch his bruising jaw.]
T-They beat me up a little because I wouldn't — wouldn't go along.
[ his eyes are still closed, too afraid to open them even as he knows he should befriend his cellmate in case his strength and powers can help keep him safe. ]
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it had hurt to say as much. to be driven to a point where he had to say it, to admit to himself he was nothing but human, weak and fragile and powerless and worthless.
the shower they make him take is freezing, the clothes they leave him scratchy. he's hungry, shivering, and when he stumbles into the cell he makes himself as small as possible, curling up on the floor. they did hurt him. when he fought, at first, they decked him in the jaw, in the stomach. it doesn't really matter. now he's trapped here, in a place full of magical people who are stronger and more powerful than him, and he's going to die here.
he needs to remember what he does best. he needs to find himself allies and friends who will keep him safe. he breathes out, shakily, reaching a hand to touch his bruising jaw.]
T-They beat me up a little because I wouldn't — wouldn't go along.
[ his eyes are still closed, too afraid to open them even as he knows he should befriend his cellmate in case his strength and powers can help keep him safe. ]