[RP] Smooth Criminal [Ji-Soo/Juon]

[Ji-Soo]

Regular RP log:

Summary: Juon met Ji-Soo the first day when he had pick up the boy at the teacher's office. On assault charges that is. Maybe this boy is a delinquent, maybe a criminal? Detective Juon is on the case!

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Ji-Soo swears that he really was being watched maybe even followed since that first day of school after "the incident". Every other time he walked by a window or a door he got that feeling of eyes on him. Maybe the people on the twitter were right, maybe he really was just being paranoid. The only place he actually felt safe though was in his dorm when Kouya was around; that boy was tall enough to take on anyone if needed hopefully? Regardless, it was stressful, so what better way to relieve stress than by playing a little music.

That whole situation was what pulled Ji-Soo out of his room at 11pm quietly winding out of the dorms with the soft click of the doors. The paranoid feeling went away as it got later in the night, so what better time than when he knew absolutely NO one would be around to hear him play the piano. All clear! Ji-Soo quickly dashed across the courtyard both hands swinging trying to reach his destination as soon as possible which proved to be a bit more difficult since he was slightly off-balance without the weight of his sketchpad. 

Down the hall, straight, up the stairs and to the right he finally arrived at the school's piano room door, but by that point the paranoia had kicked up to full. Or that could just be the excitement of getting to pla- Wait, wasn't it off-limits to use the piano room after 7pm? Remembering this Ji-Soo let out a disappointed sigh going to lean his head on the door. Yet his head never stopped at the apparently unlocked door which swung open with a creak and deposited the boy on the ground of the piano room with a thud.

[Juon]

There was something about that guy that just didn't sit right with him.

Juon had gone and bailed him out that day, sure--but, ultimately, at what cost? He hadn't even known the guy, who hadn't even said a word outside of his (rather shady) tweets when he'd gone all the way to help him out, not even knowing the full case of the scenario. He even felt a little bad for the guy who'd gotten assaulted; what had he even done wrong to deserve that, and then he was the one who ended up getting into trouble?

Either way, Juon had decided that this Ji-Soo guy was nothing but trouble. He'd been a decent guy for now, but he was building resolve to try and prove the guy's true nature. Whenever he was passing by an area with second-years, or spotted some in the halls of the dorms, he'd hide out just in case he'd get a glimpse of that particular one going off and participating in shenanigans. He was convinced that Ji-Soo was up to no good, and was most definitely some kind of hoodlum or delinquent... he just had to catch him in the act.

The act of which, he was pretty sure he had a lead, now, to catch. Having been up studying, there was usually an absence of noise this time of night--but he'd caught the familiar sound of a door creaking open awfully late. Was a DA coming? Was it a student sneaking out? ...

He happened to know that that weirdo's dorm was in his hallway, and out of curiosity, he couldn't help but get up and peek out his own room--aha!

Got him.

Pulling on his shoes and throwing a jacket around his shoulders, Juon was on the pursuit. Where was this guy going? It was his duty as a Responsible Senpai to find out, he determined; this guy was continuing to get on his nerves, and he could only imagine the same was the case for the teachers--so it'd only look good if he caught him, right? It'd be good for him ... the strange egg that'd been sitting in his desk gave a wiggle at this thought, not that he was there to notice.

He was surprised at the distance, though--going all the way across campus. Where was he going? Was he going to steal something? Did the school even have anything valuable to steal? ... It seemed like he'd disappeared into a music room. Following along with stealthy footsteps, he waited until Ji-Soo had stopped at the room, only to notice that he'd--swung open the door and fallen inside?!

What was he supposed to do now? Catch him? Wasn't it too early? That seemed anticlimactic! No, he thought; no, this was his moment. With a light jog over to the door, he put on his most authoritative voice and most senpai-esque posture and an expression that tried very hard to read of death, and called to the second-year on the ground, "What are you doing here?"

[Ji-Soo]

Ji-Soo froze at the sound of the voice. It seems he was right after all, this place must be off limits after hours, but wow security worked fast. Head swiveled left and right to check his surroundings seeing no one as he laid there for a second dreading another trip to the teacher's office similar to the last time. It was inevitable it seems. Without making any sudden movements, Ji-Soo slowly rolled to turn around on the ground ready to face the music. Instead, he came face-to-face with the death glare of a student. That scowling face looked familiar though, wasn't that-Wait-Oh!

Ji-Soo hopped quickly to his feet, sticking his hand up in greeting with a sheepish smile on his face. He couldn't believe that he hadn't recognized the person that had saved him from the teacher's office the first day! What had his name been? Jujub? Jon? Juon? Yeah that was it. Both hands reached down reflexively, only for Ji-Soo to realize belatedly that he didn't have his sketchpad, or even phone. How was he supposed to answer or thank the other boy now?

Well, he supposed he could always run back to his sketchpad. It was a bit further away, but he would be able to communicate so much better than what he has been doing. Or not doing that was. Ji-Soo realized that he was standing there for a solid thirty seconds in silence. He better get the sketchpad quickly then.

He stared straight at the student in front of him, holding up one fingered up ask Juon to hold for a second. Then he spun on his heel and booked it down the hallway.

[Juon]

Juon's expression was difficult to discern through the darkness. There was a mix of confusion, but also of victory, but also of irritation and frustration. It would've been hard enough to figure out how he was feeling about this whole scenario in full light, but the dimness of the afterhour hallway might've made it impossible.

But boy was he feeling all of those things right now--perhaps, the one most prominent was how victorious he was feeling. The way that the other had so froze, seeming to try and think over their scenario--perhaps he was regretting his actions which were very much against school regulations (not counting that Juon himself was also breaking all of these regulations in trying to bring him to "justice").

A finger was held up, and the third-year readied himself to hear whatever pitiful excuse was about to come out of the guy's mouth. He almost even felt his posture raise up a little bit with dominance. But it seemed that, when he blinked--suddenly Ji-Soo was gone.

He booked it?!

"Hey!" Juon immediately snapped, turning with a thrashing motion as he checked which direction the other had fled in, and immediately picking up his own pace to begin the pursuit. So that was how this was going to work, huh!? He wasn't going down without a fight, eh!? That was fine--Juon was on the swim team! He could run! He'd chase after this hooligan! Yeah! Probably! "Get back here!"

[Ji-Soo]

Ji-Soo continued to run as fast as he could, unaware that another set of footsteps had started up behind him. He was a sloth when he came to having conversations so in an effort to not delay “talking” any longer, he slammed on the acceleration to move faster. Hopefully Juon would be willing to wait long enough for him to come back, he really wanted to thank the third year. Every hallways echoed loudly, sounds of sneakers on linoleum floors bouncing everywhere.
 
Why was this school so big?! Walking in to find the music room hadn’t been a problem but the moment he tried to leave the building – accidentally running down the opposite path he had come in through – the different floors became such a maze. Well, when in doubt go right. The squeak of a sudden stop sounded and Ji-Soo stopped on a dime turning a sharp right.

There was an exit! That meant only another two minute run to the dorms and another two to get back. The only problem though was that this exit lead to a metal fence….UGH there was no time! Without a second thought, all 171 cm of the boy gripped on the poles of the fence and with a feat of athleticism that would leave him sore for another two days, started to scramble up the fence with the intent to hop it.

[Juon]

Why was this guy so fast!? Booking it like his very life depended upon it; was he really that guilty?! It was difficult for Juon to keep the other in his sights, as he kept getting ahead of him--for, truthfully, Juon was not very fast in the least bit. Sure, he swam, but he was the slowest member of the team--and that easily carried over to his athleticism on land, too; though he had a decent bit of endurance, he couldn't keep up with anything worth a damn.

It was only made worse when Ji-Soo started darting around corners, going this way and that. Was he trying to throw him off?! He wouldn't get rid of Juon that easily; while he was barely able to keep track of the other, he was at least still able to keep eyes on him, even if it was just flashes of left and right. Keeping on the pursuit, he was almost thrown off completely when it seemed like the other had disappeared flat off the face of the planet--only to hear the footsteps echoing, and a door being thrown open. Aha!

Though having fallen behind, Juon didn't give up the chase, as well skidding to a halt and making the swift turn to follow, throwing the door open as well, only to see the offender trying to scale the fence only a few feet away. "Stop right there!" he called out authoritatively, trying to approach, only to realize that his legs were starting to give out on him; all that all-out running wore on him pretty quickly. "Don't--" pant, "--move a--" pant, "--muscle!" He had him this time! For sure! There was no way he could get away now! ... At least, that was what he hoped, as Juon knew he himself would never be able to get over that fence if he had to keep chase.

[Ji-Soo]

Ji-Soo had only gotten half way up the fence when he heard the voice shouting from behind him. What? Both hair and head whipped around so fast that he almost lost grip of the fence; only catching himself barely at the last second by sheer luck. It was Juon!! For a second, Ji-Soo stared blankly before his mind started asking questions. Why had the third year followed him. He thought he had asked him to wait a minute. Did he also suck at charades like the rest of the school? Finally settling on; he doesn't look so well, is he all right?

Out of concern, Ji-Soo hopped down from the fence, balance a little off when he landed. Juon looked like he could hardly walk! His legs were shaking like a left after all. Slowly walking over the Korean boy stopped a few feet in front of the panting third year, contemplating what to do. With care, Ji-Soo reached out and place two hands on both of Juon's shoulders and pushed downwards until the other's legs gave out and was sitting on the ground. That should help with the fatigue.

One step back, then two, Ji-Soo put both hands out in front of him, similar to people motioning a dog to "stay". Hopefully he would stay there, it wouldn't be easy to find Juon again in this darkness. Flashing a final smile, Ji-Soo spun on his and hopped over the fence again, dashing in the direction of the dorms.

[Juon]

_{((CRIESSS I LOVE JI-SOO SO MUCH))}

Aha! Ha! So he finally was stopping! Yes! He'd done it! Ji-Soo was surrendering! He'd caught him now! Victory was his, and his alone! And--wait, wait, what was happening. What was he doing. Why were the other's hands on Juon's shoulders? Why was he being pushed down?

His legs collapsed almost involuntarily, and he found himself seated on the ground outside the school, very confused as to what had just happened; he was then given some kind of--signal; was he being asked to wait? What was happeni--

He was fleeing again!?

Juon's jaw practically dropped to the ground; that bastard! Immediately preparing himself to get back on the chase, Juon struggled to get back to his feet, his legs wobbly and exhausted, but he managed to stumble himself back up to continue on his pursuit after the other. This had to be the shadiest guy he'd ever met in his life--he couldn't believe what was happening, and that he was getting outdone so easily; it was almost disgraceful, but the sight of Ji-Soo fleeing again had, at the very least, restored his adrenaline a little bit.

Boy, though, would he be suffering in the morning.

[Ji-Soo]

Two days later:

Ji-Soo couldn't help but wonder as he wandered towards the school building. He had passed the spot where he jumped the fence on his way, which triggered the memories from two nights ago. Where had Juon been the other night? By the time Ji-Soo had returned to where he left the older boy, there was no one there; even after searching the near surrounding area. Juon had seemed exhausted too, hopefully he was alright now. Over the following two days, Ji-Soo hadn't spotted Juon anywhere on campus to ask him this either. Despite all of that, the message that he had for the other boy was already pre-written in the pages of his sketchbook ready to be used the next time he saw the senior; if he saw the senior.

By now, Ji-Soo had already made it back to his usual route on his way to classes. He took this same route everyday before and after school. The repetition was comforting in a way because it afforded him some time to think without getting lost on the way. He would first pass by the first year classes, the art room, the hallway by the gym and then the student council office to get to homeroom.

However, this particular morning, the feeling of comfort was completely gone. Ji-Soo kept getting those prickly paranoia feelings. He had long since passed it off as instinct rather than simple paranoia; being a mute -for some reason synonymous with helpless - rich child earned a lot of head turns and stares back in Korea. This was that same feeling. There were eyes on him from somewhere, he just didn't know where. This time though, instead of ignoring the feeling and feigning ignorance, he stopped dead in his spot and whirled his head left to right, eyes scanning for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing.... With a silent sigh, Ji-Soo continued towards the student council office and his classroom. It wouldn't be smart to be late after all.

[Juon]

Just as the second year had turned his head to check if anyone had been following him, Juon had ducked back behind the corner he'd just been peeking out from behind.

He had him now.

After the horrific incident of two nights ago, to which Juon had lost Ji-Soo's trail and had dragged himself back to the dorms in exhaustion--to which he'd ended up sleeping through his first class the next morning--Juon was only further suspicious of the other, and of his methods.

He'd discovered earlier that Ji-Soo tended to round the hallway by the gym--Juon, being a swimmer who sometimes practiced in the morning before classes, had spotted him passing by once or twice on his way out from the natatorium. Suspicion, of course, wracked his entire form; but he'd never quite had enough to follow him.

That was, until today.

Was he stalking Juon? Was Juon his next target? Or was it someone else athletic? Why else would he be down around this area at such a time of day? He didn't know Ji-Soo to be in any athletics, or at least, not ones that met in this area. Or perhaps there were some kinds of deals going on around here that were safer to make there than anywhere else.

Today, he would find out. Creeping around the corner as Ji-Soo had turned back, Juon attempted to remain as non-suspicious as possible as he trailed behind. He'd even equipped a Character Change, with the cooperation of Clip, to silence his footsteps for proper sneaking. The motivation for it was correct, too; Juon just wanted to be left alone, and the possibility of being stalked or followed (despite the fact that he, at that time, was doing the same thing) meant dispersing the one who was committing the act itself.

[Ji-Soo]

He heard absolutely nothing. Saw absolutely nothing. Being someone who had to rely solely on auditory and visuals to communicate, the fact that neither of these improved senses picked up on anything, despite checking every few seconds, was extremely unnerving to Ji-Soo. He could feel the suspicious prickling on the back of his neck so he knew the paranoia warnings had started to kick in, but on what this time. This was his normal route to and from classes; it’s never posed a problem before, so why was something cropping up now.

Each step forward made him wound him up tighter and tighter until he was sure that his bones would begin to creak from the tension at some point. After weeks of this going on, the boy wasn’t going to take this lying down anymore. In the words of his guardian character Keo, Ji-Soo was “going to mess up the punk’s face if they deserved it!” Even if doing so meant he was late for class. Now just how though.

At first the Korean boy had planned to hide in the first corridor he found and catch stalker. The notion of a stalker brought an unbidden thought to mind. What if his stalker was following him because they thought he was a girl?…Apparently his gender was up for debate in this strange school so it wasn’t entirely unbelievable. Was that why he was being followed. Or. Or even worse, what if someone was trying to date girl him!? The thought made him almost want to groan, but he could actually make that noise and noise wouldn’t help him now.

The next hallway that came up, Ji-Soo made a hard right, and quickly hid behind the wall on his left; out of the main hallway’s direct line of sight. He peered out carefully and realized he was right across from the janitor’s closet, perfect. Now just to wait for his potentially his potentially date-crazy stalker.

[Juon]

_{((WHEEZES THE FORUM NEVER ALERTED ME TO THIS REPLY I'M SO SORRY FOR LATE OMG))}

In a flash, Juon had lost sight of his target. The frustration was bubbling up in his stomach, even moreso fueled by the attitude of his Character Change. As much as sneaking was enjoyable, it was an enormous pain in the ass being patient enough to go through with it for such a length of time. Which way had that bastard gone, he wondered, Clip holding onto his shoulder and peering over, trying to point the way.

"I won't risk it," Juon snapped. "Go recon."

The tiny thief floated forward eventually, using the opportunity under the assumption that their target wouldn't be able to see him--which was very much an incorrect assumption, but neither of them had any way of knowing otherwise. Not yet, at least.

Holding onto the corner of the hall he'd just hit the intersection of, Clip peeked around both directions, only to quickly catch sight of their target.

"Over here, he's over here!" he called, ducking back around behind the corner.

Juon was swift on the approach, slinking up right by the corner and attempting to get a look himself; was Ji-Soo just standing there? Waiting? If so, for what?

Did he know he was being followed?!

[Ji-Soo]

((//pats you, it's okay!!! C: ))

There was … a little bandit floating around and giving away his position!? If Ji-Soo didn’t know about guardians or had one of his own, he would have most likely just stood there dumbfounded. It was a really an odd sight just having such a small person fly up to your face. However, it seemed like this particular guardian wasn’t aware that Ji-Soo could see him, a small blessing if anything.
“Ya been found out, move it Ji-Soo,” the whisper came from Keo who had hidden in Ji-Soo’s ponytail through the whole ordeal. What could he do!? If he moved out of his hiding spot now, the person who had been following him might flee. On the other hand, he was a dead man if he just stayed there like a deer in headlights. What to do, what to do!?

Keo watched his human at war with himself, it was surprising honestly. Ji-Soo could be stone faced up against the frostiest of manipulative business execs that came over for ‘visits’, but throw him in a situation with which he was unfamiliar, and the kid confidence in his plans became shaky, even more so than normally. He didn’t seem to be able to go through what he had originally wanted to. This wouldn’t do at all. “I’ve got this punk,” was all the warning the Korean boy got before a pair of blue headphones materialized around his neck and a sense of unabashed confidence flooded through him. This would end here!

Head down, Ji-Soo pushed right pass the bandit guardian and grappled at the shirt of the punk who was just around the corner. With no time to pay attention to whom he had grabbed, he tried to throw him in the closet. Then he could get out of there and stop worrying for the rest of the day.

[Juon]

Suddenly Clip had been knocked away, pushed right through by Ji-Soo; going tumbling off a foot or two away, he straightened himself out again only to catch sight of the headphones--had those been there, just now? Had he missed them? Or were they...

The Character Change Juon had had equipped disappeared in a flash when he and Clip were both suddenly caught off-guard as Ji-Soo took Juon by the shirt; before Juon could even pause to think 'I was right! I was right all along! Holy shit, this guy really is a hoodlum! I'm being assaulted! Goddamn, I knew it!', he was being thrown into a closet, the world rushing by in an instant around him that he couldn't process.

"Wh--!?" was ultimately all he could get out in a half-choked gasp.

Landing at the back of it with a crash, he landed uncomfortably on top of a cart of cleaning supplies, knocking most of them to the floor as he struggled to get back up, sinking down behind the crate and tumbling farther behind it.

"HEY--" he tried to continue, clambering about as he attempted to get himself properly upright again, still completely unable to process what was happening. "WAIT JUST A--"

[Ji-Soo]

He should have paid more attention earlier on - it was sad that someone who couldn't speak was so dependent on the sound of people's voices. In his character-changed form, Ji-Soo could pick up on sound much more accurately; the noise around him heightened a few decibels up. Especially unique pitch and flavour of this voice was easy to recognize. There was no way he couldn't recognize the voice even when it only spoke half a word in garbled enunciation. Juon. 

If Ji-Soo could have stopped himself, he would have. The momentum that was put into the take down was too far past his center of gravity to be able to reverse. So the boy watched with now horrified eyes as his idolized senior was pitched straight into a cart and kept going. Oh no, oh no. The chant repeated over and over again in his head as he rushed forward and carefully dodged toppled boxes to get to the older boy, sound guiding his search in the dark. 

The Korean boy paid no heed to anything Juon said or what he had seen moments before. His one concern and focus was to ensure the other boy was uninjured. Eventually finding Juon's arm, he fished him out of the pile of boxes, dusting off his pants, and hands resting on his shoulders, doing a spastic check for injury. Only stopping when nothing seemed out of place with a warm smile on his face - at least nothing he could see anyways.