The next couple days were a bit of a blur. Jongin left for Kokoshir on Krystal in the early morning marks and his departure had the Aerie abuzz with theories. Satoru and Eric were typically aloof regarding matters of sensitive natures and everyone knew better than to try and pry any new tidbits out of their assistants or trainees. Bahamut help the fool that succeeded… That wasn’t to say those same persons didn’t take it upon themselves to try and be scarce to reduce any such inclinations.

            On the following day, Minsoo swept in and hauled Taekwoon out of Combat Training class, much to Seunghyun’s bemused surprise. Taekwoon was too, for that matter. He’d never have thought anyone capable of interjecting like the leatherworker did. “You have him all the time. My turn today,” he snorted, giving the Combat Master a side-eyed glance.

            “We weren’t finished,” Seunghyun commented dryly, though did move to put away the obstacles he’d laid out for Taekwoon to navigate. Repeatedly…

            “I’m sure he’ll make it up later,” Minsoo waved without concern, waiting for Taekwoon to join him so they could leave. “Besides. You know who is free during this mark so enjoy it you crotchety old man,” he teased, ducking out before he could get whatever reprimand was going to come his way.

            Taekwoon would have been quite interested in hearing it, but he was just as amused by the indignation that quickly gave way to a thoughtful, pleased look. Almost belatedly, he realized that Taekwoon was still present and he raised one brow pointedly. “What are you still doing here?”

            “Nothing, sir!” Taekwoon yelped, jerking upright before he hastily departed. In a few steps, he’d caught up with Master Minsoo, and while there were quite a few things he wouldn’t have minded saying, they weren’t exactly phrases one said to a Master when you weren’t one. So he settled on, “You wanted to see me, sir?”

            “Ugh. So formal,” Minsoo laughed with a crooked smile. “But yes. I have a harness for you to try,” he winked, grinning harder when Taekwoon’s face lit up. “The original one was starting to chafe him. May be that he developed a slight allergy to the leather, but I switched up materials and design and think this might work for him.”

            In an excited rush, they swung by Minsoo’s stall, waving at Baekho and Soohyun again. The Master Leatherworker ducked in to snag the… harness he intended for Jonghyun. Taekwoon had very immediate questions. “A net?”

            Minsoo rolled his eyes and scoffed immediately. “Of course it’s not just a net. Bahamut’s teeth, boy,” he laughed, shaking his head. “You’ve seen how most harnesses are like oversized horse saddles with less padding and more straps to secure them, and you, in place.”

            “Right…” Taekwoon conceded, still looking at the carefully folded ‘net’ in the other man’s hands.

            “Well, this one is a bit of a glorified net, but,” he stalled, holding up one finger intently. “It’s meant to have a very specific purpose in mind,” he winked, slowing to look around so he could locate the dragons. Taekwoon pointedly easily, having a fairly unerring sense of where they were at all times now, and waited for the rest of the information. “If it works like I’ve envisioned, it’ll let you transfer between your two dragons fairly easily.”

            “Excuse me?” Taekwoon nearly choked. Transfer between dragons?

            “Oh,” Minsoo cringed, stalling in his walk. “I guess Dongwan didn’t mention that yet, did he?”

            “Sorry. No,” the dragonrider shook his head, inclined to believe the idea was both crazy and brilliant.

            “Oh well,” he shrugged, having let that cat out of the bag. “Regardless, dragon jumping is not exactly easy or encouraged but because you have two, the higher ups think it a good idea that you learn to work with both of them. And having a harness that lets you do that better can’t hurt,” he shrugged.

            Admittedly, the Master Leatherworker had a point. Taekwoon was just hesitant about trying it. Especially because he didn’t even know if the harness would work on Jonghyun. He had little doubt about Jongup – the blue was quite accommodating when allowed. “Okay. Other than the design, what’s so special about this harness?” he asked as they neared the dragons, knowing Jonghyun would be able to hear the answer.

            “For one, the material. Most of our harnesses are made from deer or larger game leather. At its core, this one has those, braided together to help with durability, but the exterior is wrapped carefully with rabbit leather. It’s usually much softer and less prone to irritating sensitive skin.” At the comment, Jonghyun snorted and rolled his eyes, much to Minsoo’s amusement. “Touchy isn’t he?”

            “Yes,” Taekwoon agreed with an emphatic nod, managing to hold his tongue on saying anything else. He could still feel Jonghyun’s childish response.

            Minsoo laughed outright and patted Taekwoon on the back. But then he continued explaining, “The netting part is made of multi-braided silk threads. Hyosung actually volunteered to help with that part. She has such quick and steady hands for it. The material shouldn’t bite into his skin because it’s been braided to round out the edges and then braided again to add even more strength. Technically, it shouldn’t break without considerable force,” he promised, slowing in his speech to look sidelong at Jonghyun whose copper nose had come intimidatingly close to the harness.

            When Minsoo looked to him for answers, Taekwoon shrugged. “He wants to test the strength himself.”

            “Huh,” the leatherworker chuckled, offering the harness. “No teeth. Sawing or chewing will cut it,” he shrugged, as if to say he couldn’t make it perfect against everything. He didn’t need Taekwoon to translate the mild eye roll he got in response.

            Jonghyun chirped at Jongup and the blue grabbed one part of the harness before he started backing up. The copper then started to back up too as they began an impromptu game of tug of war with Minsoo’s newest design. Taekwoon glanced over and almost felt bad for him. He was understandably nervous about the test. The braids creaked and stretched and maybe one frayed to Taekwoon’s inexperienced eyes, but ultimately, the netting held.

            Minsoo’s face opened up into a broad grin as he pumped his fist into the air. “I’d call that a success!”

            Taekwoon nodded in agreement as he felt Jonghyun’s begrudging acceptance. “My dragon says it’ll do.”

            “Okay!” Minsoo crowed. “Let’s see how it fits then. I can make minor adjustments as needed and can have another one finished by the morrow for Jongup too if necessary.”

            “Come on, Jonghyun,” Taekwoon called, snagging the harness and untangling it to work out how to set it on the dragon. With Minsoo’s help, the netting actually spread around his chest and over his shoulders, while there were two anchoring straps: one that passed directly across his and the other that went under his front arms and in front of his wings. There was no saddle though…

            “I can always add one later,” Minsoo brushed off his concern. “I had to see if this would work first.” That was fair. The shorn head started to look around again and he opened his mouth in excitement when he noticed who he was looking for. “Yunho!”

            Taekwoon flinched at the Captain’s name and then watched warily as the taller man approached, followed closely by Hero. The silver dragon eyed Jonghyun critically, though the expression didn’t seem to be directed at the harness. “Ah. Have you come up with a solution for Jonghyun’s dilemma?” Yunho asked easily, looking over the harness with a practiced and satisfied gaze.

            “I think so,” Minsoo confirmed with a quick nod. “Just need to test it now.”

            “Ah,” Yunho nodded in understanding. He looked at Taekwoon to see what the new rider would do and then jerked his head to the side when no response was forthcoming. “Well. Go get your riding gear, dragonrider,” he commanded, making Taekwoon jerk in surprise. He hadn’t exactly been expecting to ride today…

            Nevertheless, he pelted off to retrieve his leathers and his own harness with securing hooks. Winded but exhilarated, he noticed Minsoo looking at his waist as he got closer again. “May have to change those designs to better fit the net but they’ll work for now,” he concluded, a thoughtful expression on his face already.

            “Alright, Jonghyun,” Taekwoon encouraged, getting close enough to start clambering onto his dragon with awkward grace. The new design wasn’t the easiest to adjust to and his dragon wasn’t inclined to make it that easy either. “Hey,” he chided, finally managing to swing his leg over the spine and settle into place with a click of his anchoring hooks. “You haven’t flown much lately and you’re getting lazy.”

            A snort was Jonghyun’s response, but he did open his wings to test the feel. Padding in a circle, he shifted and moved, letting Taekwoon feel every contortion as he did so. It should have been annoying, but the dragonrider was just happy to be dragonback again. Under Jonghyun’s irritation, he could also feel the pleasant surprise at how the harness actually did feel. He kept his tongue still lest he upset his dragon, but he would certainly let Minsoo know later.

            “Ready to get airborne?” Yunho asked as he nimbly climbed to Hero’s back, settling in place with practiced ease.

            “Ready when you are,” Taekwoon nodded, leaning forward to pat Jonghyun’s shoulder encouragingly. He could feel his dragon weighing the action, and Taekwoon’s lips thinned. He hadn’t meant to do it, but it felt right, and he couldn’t imagine why the copper could be annoyed with him for it…

            “Let’s go, Hero,” Yunho urged, giving the silver free rein to fly. Happily, he bugled a challenge and launched into the air, wings beating fiercely and sending dust clouds in their wake.

            Unable to resist the challenge, Jonghyun offered no hesitation as he followed suit, jerking a slightly unprepared Taekwoon in the harness. Clawing at the air as if it might help him fly faster, the copper trailed after Hero, trying desperately to make up for lost ground. The silver was bigger though, and had more experience in aerial maneuvers. Deftly, he set the pace and the trail they followed.

            Both exhilarated and a bit unnerved, Taekwoon held on tight and reveled in the ride. So far, the harness was holding just fine and Jonghyun was feeling amusingly challenged by the silver dragon. He could keep up well enough, looping and banking and diving, sending Taekwoon on a winding river ride of motions, but he couldn’t actually catch up to Hero. It didn’t take long for the challenged sensation to turn to irritation, and that made Taekwoon a little nervous. Jonghyun – like him – was unpredictable when irritated.

            “Jong…” he warned softly, inhaling sharply as the dragon abruptly did a barrel roll to the right. Unprepared for the shift, Taekwoon lost his hold and flew off the dragon’s back. The anchoring hook yanked taught, stealing the breath from his lungs as he spun in the air with the dragon. When Jonghyun leveled out, momentum carried the rider into his side with too much force, nearly knocking the wind from him again. “Jonghyun!” Taekwoon groaned, gripping gloved fingers into the netting to make sure he was secure in case the dragon tried to do something else. He wasn’t wrong.

            In the next heartbeat, he barrel rolled in the other direction, letting the momentum of his spin pull at Taekwoon. The rider was so very grateful for the gloves in that moment, but it still hurt when his fingers were wedged between the dragon and the thin netting. He felt amusement and a thrill of determined challenge; he didn’t know if it was directed at him or at Hero. Frankly, it didn’t matter. His feet were flying in the air and he was regretting his decision to go airborne. He felt Jonghyun issue another challenge that quickly turned to confusion.

            It all ended quite quickly when something large slammed into them from above. Jonghyun squawked in pained outrage and plummeted several lengths before he managed to even out, wings splayed wide and head twisting around for whatever had hit him. Anger flared and Taekwoon looked up in time to see Hero angling in again. Jonghyun immediately banked to the right and down. Maybe he was trying to lose the silver or maybe he had something else planned, but it didn’t work. The much more experienced Hero flipped over them with his own barrel roll and came swooping in from the other side.

            The only reason he didn’t hit them harder this time was because Taekwoon was in the way. Taekwoon screamed at the new impact, briefly caged in by a larger dragon above him. For one moment, his fear became Jonghyun’s and then they hit the ground, crashing through trees with the copper dragon absorbing most of the force. Pain resonated, singing through their shared bond and physically obvious. Taekwoon completely lost his grip and the anchor hook caught him awkwardly, holding firm though the harness twisted into his waist, biting through his riding leathers.

            “Ow…” Taekwoon groaned, hurting more than he thought he should just then. His own discomfort overwhelmed him for a moment before he realized the added sensation was coming from his and Jonghyun’s shared bond. As annoyed as he was with the dragon for whatever madness got into his head, he was also immediately worried. “Jonghyun?” he croaked, still hanging limp as he tried to turn his head to see through the settling dust and debris.

            “Taekwoon?” The downed dragonrider winced at the Captain’s voice. And then flinched again when a piercing, panicked roar howled over him.

            Still reeling from the forced landing, Taekwoon could barely collect his thoughts much less try to puzzle out the dragon. It wasn’t Hero, but a part of him – maybe it was even Jonghyun – knew it was Jongup. Exhaling painfully, he looked up just in time to see the much smaller blue literally crash into Hero, narrowly missing Yunho in the process.

            Caught unawares by the surprise attack, the silver dragon screeched as he was bowled over, rolling awkwardly, obviously trying to protect the rider on his back. Blue and silver separated, devastating trees in their wake. Both rounded on the other, hissing angered warnings. Jongup was no match for the silver. Not toe to toe, but he was defending his mate. And Hero was defending… his.

            “Stop!” he gasped, voice nearly impossible to hear. Taekwoon knew he had to do something. He couldn’t let them fight. It would not end well for anyone, and Jonghyun was either unconscious or unable to do anything. Hissing through his teeth, Taekwoon gripped the harness with one hand to steady himself and then reached a hand determinedly towards the blue. “Stop!” he barked, the sound short and sharp. It would have been pitiful in any other situation, but here… it was enough. Somehow. Jongup flinched, head swiveling to find him. The sudden change was enough to make Hero pause, though his defensive posture remained.

            Amber eyes in a blue face blinked, focusing on Taekwoon, and then they dropped to the copper under him. With a worried chirp, Jongup bounded close, looking small near his mate. He wasn’t that much larger than half the other dragon’s size, but he was strong enough to clear Jonghyun’s head from the debris it had gotten wedged under. Clear of the tree, the copper sneezed, blowing dirt and leaves in Jongup’s direction.

            Taekwoon was just starting to feel as if things might be okay when he was startled again. “Oy!” Looking up, he saw a blue dragon coming close with Hyoyeon atop. Just behind her was Boa on her copper. Both looked extremely confused. And worried.

            “What in Bahamut’s fury happened?!” Boa demanded, easing Eunhyuk down and moving close to let the copper start helping his similarly colored brother up.

            Jongup hissed a worried warning and Taekwoon shushed him. “Easy, Jongup. It’s okay,” he gestured, letting the blue look at him for a long moment.

            “It was supposed to be a test flight for Taekwoon’s new harness,” a wincing and recovering Yunho commented, testing his arms and legs slowly. “I’m alright,” he assured his dragon calmly, waving the concerned head away with a gentle shove on the silver nose. “Not sure what got into Jonghyun though,” he shrugged in mild confusion, brow furrowed. “Hero had to take him down.”

            Taekwoon had the feeling there were a lot of reasons for today, but he didn’t feel like trying to venture or explain any of them just then. “He’s a bit banged up but otherwise okay,” he assured them in a tight voice, feeling a mixture of pain, embarrassment, and frustration from his dragon.

            “And how are you?” Hyoyeon asked, giving him a quick once over with concerned eyes.

            “I’ll live,” he nodded tiredly, glancing at the harness he was still attached to. Miraculously, it was still whole. Now he did see a frayed edge from when they crashed, but it had held up remarkably well. “I guess we can tell Minsoo the harness worked,” he shrugged, coughing once as he tried to loosen the band about his waist.

            Boa scoffed and gestured at him in mild disbelief. “This kid.”

            “Enough,” Yunho called out, his voice low but firm. “Let’s see about getting back to the Aerie. We’ve probably worried more than a few people today,” he reminded them with a glance up the cliff side where there were other dragons circling.

            “You certainly know how to put the Aerie in a tizzy,” Hyoyeon laughed once, amused but still a bit concerned.

            Taekwoon nodded in agreement and pat Jonghyun on the shoulder. His dragon didn’t look at him but he knew he was listening. “You okay to fly yourself or do you need help?” he intentionally goaded. The surge of annoyance paired with the audible huff would have told anyone what his answer was.

            “Okay then,” Boa nodded in approval, guiding Eunhyuk away to give them space.

            Jonghyun was sore and slow to move, but Taekwoon was glad when he was finally airborne. Hyesung wasn’t going to be happy with them, and Mimi wasn’t going to be happy with him, and Bahamut knew how Jinki was going to react, but at least they weren’t too injured…

            Interestingly, Hyesung was more annoyed with Hero than Jonghyun, but only just. “You could have handled that better,” he scolded the silver dragon after giving him a cursory once over. Hero grumbled back and looked away in irritation when the Healer glared at him. “And you’re grounded for at least a sevenday,” he chastised Jonghyun, getting a very similar reaction from the copper. Hyesung raised a brow and gestured at the scratched up body. “You strained your wings – and flew back with strained wings, and goodness knows what else you did when you crashed!” he reminded the dragon pointedly, arms crossed over his chest.

            Jonghyun grumbled a very reluctant agreeing sound and then hid his head under his wing, clearly done listening. “Very mature, Jong,” Taekwoon rolled his eyes. His dragon ignored him.

            “How is it that you’re not even in the Battalion yet and you’re already getting as injured as some of those riders?!” Mimi demanded with a frustrated sigh. “No, I’m not mad at you,” he clarified when Taekwoon looked guilty. “But look,” he gestured at the ugly bruising around his waist. “Just like in your first Trial,” he exhaled, hissing through his teeth. “Maybe worse,” he grimaced, leaning close to touch gently on the colored flesh.

            Taekwoon flinched and made a sound in the back of his throat. “Have you seen Jinki?” he asked the Healer as his eyes glanced around the treatment room.

            “Of course,” Mimi barked a laugh. “Well, I haven’t but both Henry and Himchan saw him fluttering around the Healing Hall. Letting me do my work without getting in the way.”

            “Oh…” the dragonrider sighed, conflicted. He wanted to see Jinki, but he also worried about what the other man was going to say.

            “Yeah,” Mimi nodded knowingly. “I am ordering you to get bedrest today. No classes. No training. No Trance. No nothing,” he iterated expressly. “Let me know if this feels any worse later. And on the morrow, due to recent developments, you have been ordered to see Gain first thing in the morning.”

            Taekwoon grimaced. He was fine with the bedrest idea. That sounded quite nice right about now. Especially since it likely meant Jinki would free his own schedule up to be nearby. Probably. Depending on how he felt about this situation. But he was not so ready to see the Paramour. He was sure she had many skills, but despite Satoru’s – and Seunghyun’s – assurances, he just didn’t really see how she would be able to help him. Not that he wouldn’t try, because clearly he needed something, but he just didn’t have a lot of confidence about it.

            Of course he didn’t say any of that. “Yes, sir,” was all that came out instead.

            “Good,” the Healer nodded, blowing air out of his nose in frustration. “Now. Can you make it back by yourself or should I send one of my assistants with you?” he wondered aloud.

            “I can manage,” Taekwoon promised, exhaling slowly as he got off the bed. It hurt and he wouldn’t actually have minded the help, but it would only make Jinki worry more.

            He was more than worried enough as it was. “By Bahamut! What happened?!” Jinki gasped, immediately moving close to take Taekwoon’s arm over his shoulder to help him. One hand hovered over the wrappings around his waist and then he looked up to get an answer.

            “Flying accident?” Taekwoon shrugged, wincing when the nervous laugh hurt.

            “That’s not funny,” Jinki assured him with a worried frown. “Come on. Let’s get you back to the room,” he urged with a deep breath. “Henry already said you were ordered to rest and that’s exactly what you’ll do.”

            “How are Jonghyun and Jongup?” he couldn’t help but ask as he looked around to see if his dragons were anywhere nearby.

            Jinki’s sigh was audible and Taekwoon knew that was not the right question to ask just then. “They’re fine as far as Hyesung would say. It’s you I’m worried about now. Foolish man,” he grumbled, letting silence fall between them.

            It lasted even after they got into their shared living space. Tersely, Jinki set about making sure that Taekwoon was comfortable, but didn’t spend much time actually looking at him. “Hey,” Taekwoon called, reaching out to catch the nearest wrist as Jinki moved about in agitation.

            Surprisingly, his other half pulled away but at least stilled. Taekwoon watched him and waited for the words he knew were coming. Jinki bit his lip, took a deep breath, and then exhaled forcefully. “What in the world happened today?!” he demanded, rounding on the dragonrider with fear and concern in equal measure. “And don’t try to tell me it was an accident.”

            Taekwoon shut his mouth immediately as that was what he was going to do. “It was a test flight,” he eventually answered quietly.

            “And you didn’t think that might be important to let me know?” Jinki asked, hands flailing in front of him.

            “It sort of just happened,” the dragonrider explained. Seeing the look on Jinki’s face that showed he didn’t really believe that hurt. “Minsoo was working on a harness idea and he pulled me out of class today. I did tell you Jonghyun stopped accepting the other one,” he defended himself.

            Jinki’s jaw worked mutely as he mulled over that response. Eventually, he nodded and swallowed. “Okay, but how did a test flight become this?” he asked, pointing at the newest wound on Taekwoon’s body.

            “We’re not really sure,” he admitted, knowing that was not a satisfactory answer.

            “Woonie,” Jinki sighed, pulling out the desk chair and sitting in it across from the bed. That wasn’t a good sign.

            “I don’t know,” Taekwoon tried again with a shake of his head.

            “But you know your dragon. How can you not know why he did something like that today?” his other half rattled off, hands almost panicky in their movements.

            Taekwoon winced. And here he had to try and explain something he should have mentioned a while ago… “Because I don’t know my dragon. Not the way I should. Not the way the other riders know theirs.”

            A frustrated groan escaped Jinki then. “Why not? What about all the Trance sessions and all the time that you’ve already spent with him?!” he demanded, clearly as lost as Taekwoon was.

            “It’s complicated,” the injured rider admittedly dejectedly.

            Jinki scoffed with a cross expression. “That’s what he said too,” he mumbled, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand.

            “Who?” Taekwoon couldn’t help but ask, brow furrowed.

            “Your dragon. When he first brought you back,” he mumbled, not looking at him. “I know things are not always easy but isn’t there a way to make them uncomplicated?” he asked, as if that wasn’t too much to ask.

            “I don’t know how,” the rider responded, looking away.

            “And you don’t really ask,” Jinki snapped back, crossing his arms over his chest awkwardly. Taekwoon winced at the criticism, but he couldn’t deny it. Neither said anything for a moment as they let the words calm. But then Jinki spoke again, “I get it. You’ve never been one to ask for help outside of class,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I knew that going in. But if you can’t make things less complicated, can’t you at least be honest with me?” he pleaded, clasping his hands together loosely and shaking them at the injured man.

            “I am honest with you,” Taekwoon defended, blinking in confusion.

            “Woonie,” his other half deadpanned, looking at him with a raised brow. “I had to learn from Satoru that you’re going to start training with a Paramour soon.”

            “That’s not what it sounds like,” he countered immediately.

            “And I had to hear from Jongin and Wonshik that you aren’t as happy with your dragon as you keep trying to tell me you are!”

            Resentment rose. “And why didn’t you just ask?” Taekwoon demanded, feeling equally frustrated. And guilty.

            “I shouldn’t have to!” Jinki insisted, hands gesturing like that was a given.

            “But there are some things you don’t tell me,” the dragonrider insisted, trying to level the playing field.

            “Oh,” Jinki nodded with a bitter laugh. “No. I don’t tell you some things because I can’t! Because of my position as Satoru’s trainee. You don’t tell me things because you don’t want to. Or you choose not to.”

            Taekwoon wanted to argue. He wanted to prove Jinki wrong, but he couldn’t. Frustrated, he flailed and tried to explain, “I don’t tell you things sometimes because I don’t think you’d understand.” At the look he got in response, he knew what was very much not a good answer. “I don’t even think I understand half the time,” he added, trying to salvage what he could.

            Angry now, Jinki stood up with fire in his eyes and Taekwoon shrank back into his pillows. “Then I suggest you try to find a way to make it understandable. Or at least try in general because it’s getting really hard trying to make this work when it feels like you don’t even want to fight for it.”

            “Of course I do!” he blurted in panic, feeling his stomach drop at the direction their conversation went.

            “Do you?” Jinki challenged, hurt taking over his face. “Because the last time I checked, you wouldn’t even live for me.” His voice was bitter and broken, and Taekwoon didn’t know how to respond. Fighting back obvious tears, he laughed once and nodded. “I almost died for you, you know?” He shrugged helplessly. “And you… keep almost dying for your dragons,” he exhaled in what sounded bitterly like defeat.

            “Jinki,” Taekwoon called plaintively, desperation making him sit up even when it hurt like fire. “My heart,” he added, voice breaking on the name. Jinki’s face started to crumple but he managed to hold it together. “I’m trying to figure things out so that we can work,” he promised as earnestly as he could. “Please don’t give up on me yet,” he begged, reaching out his hand.

            Jinki just stood there with balled up fists as he looked at Taekwoon. He didn’t move closer and he didn’t take his hand. “I’ll think about it,” was all he whispered. Then he took a quick breath, put the chair back and stepped outside, leaving Taekwoon alone.

            Stunned and feeling more than a little lost, Taekwoon blinked dumbly at the spot where Jinki had just been. “Ugh!” he groaned, smacking himself in the face as he fell back on the bed. Satoru was uncomfortably correct about him. “I’m an idiot…” he scowled, feeling like the worst person in the world.

(a/n: Trouble, trouble, trouble. It seems to follow Taekwoon like a lost puppy. XD Granted, he doesn't have much control over it when it comes to his dragon but the second part is at least partially self-inflicted. And yes, if you were thinking maybe Hero's reaction was a bit over the top, you wouldn't be entirely wrong. He was being a bit of a , but him and Jonghyun just don't see eye to eye yet. As for Jinki, maybe he was overreacting too, but he has put up with a lot lately... >.> We'll get more insight into them both soon though, so stick with me! In the meantime, thank you for reading and I hope you look forward to the next update!)