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moodowowowow my hands - hey lets not fight!!
locationOutside of school
oufitBlack hooden jumper, plain white shirt underneath, black jeans and black converse
tagMallory (floralmoon )
Marshall (roxybirdie )
Lee Dong-Hyun
Hyun had lost all function and control of his body. Although once able to properly direct his limbs, moving in such a manner to bring his body into motion, it seemed as if that option was no longer there. Instead, all his body could do was remain still, silent, and fearing for what could possibly happen next. So, it was no surprise that when Mallory brought her hands up and pushed him off, that he felt like his body went flying. Falling back to the ground, his bottom hitting the cold, morning-dewed pavement beneath it, Hyun released an almost comical “oof”. He had not been expecting someone so small to be so powerful.
The girl continued to spit her words like fire; Hyun could feel his face burn profusely as he looked up at the girl from his seated position on the ground. “I-i-i-” he began, still trying to properly grab hold of any sort of word to be added into his ongoing, struggling sentence. He had already apologised, but it seemed as if that wasn’t enough to be forgiven by the Princess of the school. One might debate that she was a Queen of the school, but it was all politics that Hyun didn’t want to be involved in. To Hyun, being Queen required some sort of maturity. Something that he felt Mallory severely lacked. But, also, he would never say it to her face. Mainly cause he was barely able to say anything to her in the first place.
”I’m sure your father will head about this, Draco Malfoy”
The voice came from behind, followed by a hand; a branch to some sort of salvation. Hyun’s eyes looked from the fresh palm before him, travelling up the arm and connecting with the face of Marshall Kang. Hyun had very limited connection to the knight that was standing up to the venomous Mallory Hawke, but he had always thought he was in some way… I suppose… cool? He had seen him around the school, always suited with his guitar as if he could break out in song like the students from High School Musical. There was a carefree, wild nature about the boy that Hyun not only admired, but in a way, desired.
Shyly, Hyun took the offered hand and allowed the other boy to help him into a standing position. His palms stung from the freshly engraved grazes thanks to the pavement and his inability to run without running into someone. As he stood, he took a moment to look at his palms, frowning at the pain that was radiating through them. But that’s when things felt like they were getting ugly. Marshall stood before Mallory with arms crossed, and a sting in his words. Calling her Malibu Barbie and a bitch. Hyun’s eyes widened in fear, anxious that a fight of sorts would erupt because of something he had done. Oh, no, no. He couldn’t get detention for this if a teacher was to find out.
“It’s okay,” Hyun insisted, placing a hand upon Marshall’s arm as if it could restrain him in a way. “Honestly, it’s fine. It was my fault, she shouldn’t have to accept the apology. We can’t tell her how to feel” His eyes narrowed slightly, observing Marshall for a moment. Kang, right? So… Korean? Slowly, somewhat unsure if Marshall may have come from a household that spoke their mother tongue, Hyun began to speak in Korean to the boy. “I’d rather not create some huge issue about this. Please, let’s just let it go so the teachers don’t get involved. Let her think she got a win or something”
The girl continued to spit her words like fire; Hyun could feel his face burn profusely as he looked up at the girl from his seated position on the ground. “I-i-i-” he began, still trying to properly grab hold of any sort of word to be added into his ongoing, struggling sentence. He had already apologised, but it seemed as if that wasn’t enough to be forgiven by the Princess of the school. One might debate that she was a Queen of the school, but it was all politics that Hyun didn’t want to be involved in. To Hyun, being Queen required some sort of maturity. Something that he felt Mallory severely lacked. But, also, he would never say it to her face. Mainly cause he was barely able to say anything to her in the first place.
”I’m sure your father will head about this, Draco Malfoy”
The voice came from behind, followed by a hand; a branch to some sort of salvation. Hyun’s eyes looked from the fresh palm before him, travelling up the arm and connecting with the face of Marshall Kang. Hyun had very limited connection to the knight that was standing up to the venomous Mallory Hawke, but he had always thought he was in some way… I suppose… cool? He had seen him around the school, always suited with his guitar as if he could break out in song like the students from High School Musical. There was a carefree, wild nature about the boy that Hyun not only admired, but in a way, desired.
Shyly, Hyun took the offered hand and allowed the other boy to help him into a standing position. His palms stung from the freshly engraved grazes thanks to the pavement and his inability to run without running into someone. As he stood, he took a moment to look at his palms, frowning at the pain that was radiating through them. But that’s when things felt like they were getting ugly. Marshall stood before Mallory with arms crossed, and a sting in his words. Calling her Malibu Barbie and a bitch. Hyun’s eyes widened in fear, anxious that a fight of sorts would erupt because of something he had done. Oh, no, no. He couldn’t get detention for this if a teacher was to find out.
“It’s okay,” Hyun insisted, placing a hand upon Marshall’s arm as if it could restrain him in a way. “Honestly, it’s fine. It was my fault, she shouldn’t have to accept the apology. We can’t tell her how to feel” His eyes narrowed slightly, observing Marshall for a moment. Kang, right? So… Korean? Slowly, somewhat unsure if Marshall may have come from a household that spoke their mother tongue, Hyun began to speak in Korean to the boy. “I’d rather not create some huge issue about this. Please, let’s just let it go so the teachers don’t get involved. Let her think she got a win or something”
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