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What an odd creature. He froze like a bunny rabbit, it was quite amusing. Sangwoo's face didn't show his amusement, the downside of having a very neutral face in general, but he was definitely tickled. He dropped into a crouch and watched Yejoon on the floor, studying him carefully before shifting closer and frowning.

Was this why he was stumbling and struggling to stay upright? Someone put something on his feet to make him suffer and humiliate him. Someone was torturing the rabbit. Reaching forward, Sangwoo tugged hard on Yejoon's shoe and after some wriggling, he yanked it free for him.

"Hey! That's my shoe." And now this guy had it. Why? Yejoon quickly pulled his other foot close, to keep at least one foot safe. With how this forest ground looked, he definitely didn't fancy walking barefoot. Of course the nature man would do it, his soles were probably like leather. "Give it back."

He held out his hand, trying to sound firm, rather than terrified.

This was such a weird thing, it looked so silly. Sangwoo inspected the shoe and then looked at the bow it had around it. Curiously, Sangwoo undid the bow and held it by it's strings, swinging it around. Huh, it'd make an impressive weapon. Maybe it was one, the strange rabbit seemed awfully protective of them.

Sangwoo looked at Yejoon and crawled closer, still holding his shoe and eyeing up the other. He reached forward and grabbed the sole before Yejoon could retreat, pulling hard again to try and steal the final shoe. If the rabbit wasn't trapped then he was armed. Either way, he needed to unarm him.

"Stop it!" Yejoon tried to pull his foot free, caught between wanting to stubbornly hold on to his shoe and also using that to shield himself from realising just how terrifying this situation was. He tried to get up, already shoeless, stumbling a few steps away again. Ow! His feet hurt, but he had to get away.

"GYUNGHO!" Where was he? He didn't even know in what direction the camp was right now.

"What's a Gyungho?" Sangwoo finally asked as he undid the bow on the other shoe and proceeded to tie the laces of both shoes together. He slung the shoes over his shoulder, now happy that he'd unarmed the new man. He didn't trust invaders, they were dangerous. His grandfather told him about invaders before - they tried to ruin their society and take them away.

That'd never happen. "Don't run, I'll catch." Easily, from the looks of it.

"Leave me alone!" So the man could understand and speak Korean? Yejoon wasn't sure whether that made things better or worse. Right now it certainly didn't ease his fear. He glanced around, trying to figure out what direction he had come from. And then, yes, he did run. He was scared, of course he ran!

His feet hurt with every step, but he had more important worries right now.

It didn't take long to catch him, Sangwoo was right. He shot after him, tackled him down onto the ground and sat on his back, putting his face into the earth and smirking. That was fun! Like catching deer. "You're new. You shouldn't be here. Trespassers die."

Well, they didn't but it was good to scare people. It really reminded them of how to behave. Leaning forward, he couldn't resist a tease. "We eat soft boys like you."

Yejoon tried to buck, to throw the man off. Where was Gyungho? Where were the others? Of course this was terrifying. He wasn't just a coward, this was legitimately dangerous. He saw the weapon this beast of a man was carrying. "Leave me alone," he repeated, trying to not sound scared. He didn't do well with it.

"I don't taste good. I want to go!" Couldn't the others hear him?

"YEJOON!" Gyungho yelled from across the woods but his voice was far away so Sangwoo knew he had time before he had to run. Leaning forward, he sniffed Yejoon a few times before smiling a little, baffled and confused why someone so strange had gone here. But he had no time for that.

He pulled out his dagger and held it to Yejoon's neck, knowing he needed answers. "Tell me why you're here. Nothing else, just that. If you don't, I slit your throat and eat you." He pressed the knife in, careful not to cut him. "Talk. Fast."

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"I was getting fire wood." Well, that was true. He was never leaving the camp again, this was the worst. There was a knife against his throat. Yejoon closed his eyes and tried to pretend this wasn't happening. He wanted to give in to the panic attack, really, but he doubted that would help him any in this situation. "We are here to learn. Study. Nothing bad."

"It's always bad when you come. If you after us, we will kill you." Sangwoo heard the other man yelling. He assumed that was Gyungho. He turned his head and wondered if there was just the two of them out or not. He pulled his dagger away and put it back in it's sheath. "I'm keeping your weapons."

His shoes. Whatever. Same thing.

Out of nowhere, a rock smacked him in the back and he grunted in annoyance, turning his head. There was a bigger man, keeping a safe distance, throwing rocks at him. "Get off him! Go on, go! Shoo!" Well, Gyungho was trying.

Yejoon bucked again, trying to get away. Tears had sprung to his eyes, but he tried to fight them off just as valiantly. Damn it, why was this happening to him and not to one of the others? Or why was this happening at all. "We don't want anything bad! You are being bad. Very bad."

So there. "Go away!"

Sangwoo watched the pretty boy and let another rock bounce off him before he got up and stood, glaring at Gyungho and snarling so the man retreated in fear. At least the invaders were soft ones, he didn't have to worry too much yet but he definitely had to run and tell Minjun about this. Gyungho let out a call that Gyungho had never heard before and then took off running towards Minjun.

Gyungho rushed over as soon as he could, grabbing Yejoon and helping him up. "I'm sorry! I thought you were with me! I turned around and you weren't there, I freaked out!"

"He took my shoes!" Which, Yejoon knew, wasn't really the pressing concern right now, he just fixated on it. He was trembling a little, all that tension having built up and now here he stood, feeling like an idiot. He wasn't some weak victim, but what was he supposed to do against a man who was built like that? "He wanted to know what we were here for and he had a knife and he said we are bad and he took my shoes!"

He couldn't stop himself from talking, shaking his head. "I don't like this, I don't like it at all."

"It's okay, it's okay. We knew we'd get resistance but we're going to make first contact soon and smooth it over. Just breathe." He was really hoping that they wouldn't be like that, that they wouldn't actually attack because otherwise, they might be in some danger. And Gyungho didn't want to hurt anyone, not really. "I'll piggy back you to camp, get on."

He crouched forward so Yejoon could get up his back. "You're braver than me, Yejoon. I would have screamed bloody murder."

Yejoon got on Gyungho's back, really wanting to feel safe, but now he felt like some more half naked men could attack at any moment and, since it was real, he couldn't even consider that a fun fantasy. "I wanted to scream, I just couldn't, I was too scared. And he had a knife."

And some other things that looked pretty dangerous. Yejoon was in pretty good shape, but that didn't even compare to the muscle on this guy. "Are they dangerous here? I thought they were supposed to be peaceful tribes."

"They are but even peaceful people would react to a threat. They don't know we're here yet, we should have introduced ourselves first... they'd going to get the wrong idea. I'll tell Cheon to hurry and introduce himself before things get worse." He stabilised Yejoon and carried him along merrily, trying to move fast so they didn't run into anyone else. "As long as we don't upset them, they'll come to accept us."

Hopefully. Maybe. "They're primitive so don't take it personally. It's like meeting a dog, they always start off suspicious."

"He thought my shoes were weapons. Why would they be weapons?" It didn't even make sense. "He seems dumb." Primitive, sure, but hey. There could be primitive dumbasses and primitive geniuses. Of course he would meet the former. "He has those markings all over, are they like tattoos? That can't be hygienic, however they apply those."

Why that was the first thought that popped into his mind, he didn't know.

"Maybe but he was smart enough to ask all the right questions and not actually kill so maybe he's got something to him." Not that he thought he was a genius by any means cause he did just rob off with some shoes so, you know, not exactly a genius, was he? With a smile, he adjusted Yejoon on his back. "And yeah, I saw them. They're incredible. I wonder how they do them and what they mean. I need pictures."

If only he had his camera. "I can smell smoke, we're near camp."

"He looked impressive, I guess. Apart from the pair of shoes around his shoulders." That looked more dumb than anything. But the tattoos had been fascinating. "He had some kind of big cat on his chest, I saw that."

It had all happened too fast and he had had other worries at the time, but he had noticed that much. "I wonder why he took my shoes off, what he was thinking. Whatever. Guess I'm lucky he didn't cut my throat. Do you think I did it all right?" Was Jaebum going to be upset?

"You did good. Don't worry about it."

As they came into camp, Gyungho slowed him approach and stopped to help Yejoon off his back, steadying the other as they carefully walked through the camp and towards the tent their boss had. Peering in, Gyungho cleared his throat. "Cheon-hyung? We had an incident. A wild tribe member attacked Yejoon."

"What?" Jaebum shot up and hurried out, coming to look at Yejoon and make sure he wasn't too hurt. "You okay? What happened?"

"Just... He took my shoes." Yes, that sounded even more awkward than he'd have thought, but whatever. It had happened. He reached for his throat, feeling it. "He had a knife, but I don't think he cut me." Really, mostly he had escaped unharmed. Unharmed and terrified. He looked down himself, tightening his hands to fists. He didn't want to see them tremble.

"What did he look like?" Cheon addressed Gyungho, that seemed easier. "And he just retreated, yeah?"

"Big, muscled, tattoos with a scary glare. Kinda short though. He didn't just run, he made a weird call and went off in another direction. It seemed like he was doing something. He probably intends to warn the others." Which was bad cause they'd get the wrong impression. "We don't want them to fear us so we should go and meet them soon. Quick as we can."

"He threatened Yejoon-ah, we should gut him. They should fear us." Jaebum muttered as he stroked Yejoon's face gently. "Poor boy, must have been traumatic. We'll get you some new shoes, yeah?"

"I don't know, if all he did was meet Yejoon, how scary can he think we are? He'll just think we are a bunch of pansies." Cheon snorted, not that concerned, but since Gyungho was here to advise them, he gave him a chance anyway. "How do you suggest we make contact? Just send Yejoon out wandering alone again?"

Yejoon glared at Cheon, much more ready to lean into Jaebum's touch. He liked the protectiveness, he couldn't help it. "He thought my shoes were weapons? I don't know why. And I told him we are just here to learn.

"Don't call him a pansy, you'll hurt his pride. Yejoon is very manly." Jaebum didn't think he was, at all. He called him a pussy all the time to Cheon but he liked to play and give him fake ego boosts. He felt being mean all the time got him nothing. He couldn't get away with punching and slapping the bitch if he wasn't also good to him, after all. "He sounds like an idiot but a dangerous idiot."

"Look, we should just go out and try to find the camp. There's two of them so ... we just need to work out which was that one's tribe." God, this was tricky. "I think he ran north so we could go true north and see what happens?"

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