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--- RIGEL WAS INTRIGUED. In a completely and unnecessarily I'm-really-not-supposed-feel-like-that-but-yeah kind of way, mind you.
It wasn't even because of those terribly familiar words that were spat at the still unnamed dull-eyed boy that had piqued his interest; but, something about the whole thing- starting from the dull-eyed boy's painfully guilty wince to the poisonous venom coloring the mullet-haired boy's tone as he spat those awful words at the other and then the possibility of a strange if a little bitter back-story that both boys seems to share in their past- just rattled something in Rigel's cold, scarred heart. But still, it wasn't completely only those few reasons that stemmed Rigel's intrigue. No.
It was the strange flash of unrestrained self-hatred and spine-chilling guilt in the taller boy's eyes that had the silver-haired teen almost freezing in his seat with the terrible familiarity and intensity of it all. The pure agony and dreadful loneliness that bled through the boy's pained grimace was one Rigel knew too well to not recognize, and it baffled and also intrigued the elysian silver-haired teen with an almost saddeningly fervent way.
And, that's the problem.
Because Rigel knew those emotions too well to simply ignore them and that unsettled him. It was those same emotions that once turned his own life into one hellish nightmare that had Rigel being so hyper-aware of the chocolate-brown haired boy. He wasn't supposed to be intrigued by anything- or anyone even- here, yet, here he was, doing exactly the opposite of what he vowed to himself to never do again.
It was because he was concerned. Ha, shocked? You definitely ought to be. Kim Rigel, who has always struggled to understand his own emotions, was concerned about the effect those same emotions might have on another, a complete stranger at that too. How freaking ironic was that?
Terribly, his mind piped in sarcastically.
"Whew, that was definitely more intense than the previous ones this week." The silver-haired teen's thoughtful trance though was sadly- thank god- broken by Sua's relieved exclamation, giving rise to a new line of curious thoughts in Rigel's over-perceptive mind.
So, it seems his implications were right, huh? The two boys do fight very often around here.
Jason, taking note of his best friend's slightly confused expression, piped up to add his own two cents too as a means of explanation.
"That mullet-haired boy was Han Seojun, Saebom's very own bad boy. And the taller, much serious looking one was Lee Suho, aka, the untouchable God of Saebom."
Rigel nodded in acknowledgement in response to Jason's words, filing the information away for later use.
"Are they always this... rough with each other?" The silver-haired teen asked hesitantly, his polite but soft tone of his exotic velvety deep voice making his spectators completely and utterly besotted with him, holding them all captive under his enthrallingly irresistible allure.
