invisible man

hidden sources

avtjinwoo:

“Chest.” Oh, right.

Upon hearing the male’s wheezing complaint, he immediately starts throwing the books covering his chest aside. There aren’t many but the one’s that are restricting his breathing, are ridiculously heavy.

It (thankfully) doesn’t take long to remove most of the books once the heavier ones are dropped to the side, Jinwoo being able to push the rest off with ease. The books are strewn everywhere, this corner of the library a complete mess and he’s imagining the look on the manager’s face when they find out how carelessly the books were handled, or the decent sized hole in the wall from the shelf falling.

He doesn’t know where to put his hands, Jinwoo feeling like he should be checking for any injuries, but not wanting to cross any boundaries. “Do you think anything is broken? I have zero medical training, so I’m a little useless but I can call an ambulance for you?”

Leaning back, he slides his hand into his front pocket, pulling out his phone. He’s chastising himself for not calling sooner, the possibility of this accident being worse than it is, the male having died sours his mood even more over how insensible that decision was. He unlocks his phone, about to call for paramedics.

Really, he was fine, the only problem he was encountering right now was heavy books crushing his chest and restricting his breathing. And he had a bit of a headache, but that was nothing major and he was sure that he hadn’t actually broken anything. Because if he had he would assume that it would hurt more.

Finally those damn books were pushed off his chest and Dowoon could finally sit himself up, still wheezing a little for air. “No, I’m good,” he just stated in a small voice, taking the time to try and control his breathing again, one hand rubbing at his chest.

Now that his top half was free it was easier to push the rest of the books off his legs, breathing a sigh of relief when he felt some feeling coming back into them. Dowoon was quite sure that the books had started cutting off his circulation and now he was in for the pain of pins and needles as his blood started flowing again. But at least that was better than breaking a bone or cracking his head open or something.

“You really don’t need to call anyone,” he added, shaking his head, “i’m fine.” Getting paramedics involved was just going to cause more problems than he wanted to deal with. Not to mention there was nothing wrong with him and he just needed to minute to compose himself. Calling an ambulance would just be a huge waste of time and Dowoon really couldn’t be doing with that right now.

Though he did turn his head, wincing as he saw the damage he had done, awkwardly pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “Um... sorry about the... mess.”

polarizinglove-blog

Popping Into the Library || Sua & Dowoon

#avtsua #& popping into the library

avtsua:

@avtdowoon

Recently, one of Sua’s publishers had given her a call, asking if she could come downtown to his office to meet him about an opportunity. Obviously interested and especially hoping it was an opportunity for some extra money, she took the opportunity to tell them that she’d be there as soon as she could. When she arrived, she asked if she wanted to not only take some pictures for an article, but write one up as well. She had never done that before, really, so the opportunity to be a published reporter was something she had to take the chance on.

With the escalating issues over mutants, there was an escalation in people looking into the former Daybreak Foundation. Sua, despite her ability, had never been part of the group, though she didn’t think it was such a bad idea as everyone had made it out to be. That being said, she figured she should brush up on her knowledge of how everything went down, so she decided the best place to start would be the library.

She had been there a lot when she was a student, so she knew the very best places to hide in there so she could just teleport right in without being bothered. Using her ability she ended up in the far back of the library, back to a great place to hide, where there were a lot of books about taxes that people just didn’t care to browse, thinking she’d be all alone.

Being invisible most of the time meant that one one knew you were, and when no one knew you were there then you could normally see things that no one else could. You saw the real side of people, how people acted and what they did when they thought that no one around to see them or judge their actions. It was interesting and he had seen plenty of weird crap over the years just from keeping to himself and no one knowing that he was there.

However, one thing he thought he would never see was someone appearing out of thin air in front of him. That was his trick, so when he was sitting at the back of the library and saw someone just appear, it was needless to say he was a little startled by it. All sorts of possibilities were suddenly running through his brain as he just stared at the stranger, who clearly didn’t know that he was there or he doubt she would have been so open about being a clear mutant. Unless she was just some magician, but Dowoon doubted that very much. But he just couldn’t stay quiet after witnessing something like that.

So he decided to break his invisibility, flickering into existence from where he was sitting, still staring in shock. “were you there the whole time?” he spoke, getting her attention as he stood up, “can you turn invisible like me, or do you have a different power? are you a teleporter or something like that?”

avtchan-blog

unbeleafable

#& the invisible man | visual

avtchan:

The awkward atmosphere that was starting to fill the air made him shuffle his feet uncomfortably, his gaze falling to the ground briefly. He weakly smiles in return, nodding his head softly. “They aren’t for everyone.” He says, just wanting to move the conversation along before things become more awkward than they already were.”I’m more of a pun man myself, even my job has a pun in the title.” He laughs weakly, lightly shrugging.

His posture becomes more relaxed, Chanyeol was able to gather his thoughts together more so a plausible excuse for the sudden flourishing pansies within a bed of mostly dead ones would be easy as pie. Besides, the male could at least tell that the other had at least a basic knowledge of plant life, so perhaps his typical ‘i use a special type of soil’ excuse could work in this instance. He shoves a hand within his pocket, the hand seeking out and starting to fidget with a set of keys to his apartment.

He could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks at the compliment, the taller smiling sheepishly. “Ah.. Well, the groundskeepers only stop by a couple times a month and I couldn’t just let them sit here and suffer..” His smile settles warmly, glancing downwards at a couple of beds of wildflowers nearby. “ It can be troublesome, but the outcome is worth it in the long run.” He murmurs.

This was normally why he didn’t make a habit of standing around and having long conversations. He always found that he was pretty rubbish at them and things always seemed to end up getting more awkward than he would like faster than he liked. Life was just easier when he was invisible and there was no one around to talk to him and he didn’t have to worry about trying to act normal. “how is there a pun in the title? what is the title?” Maybe he had already said and he just hadn’t been listening, which would just makes things even more awkward.

At this point, Dowoon thought that this whole conversation was better if it was over as soon as possible. The longer he was in view of everyone the more anxious he was getting about things. Mostly because he knew he probably looked a complete mess and didn’t know how to look after himself. Which was partly true, he supposed, but it was still pretty embarrassing and he couldn’t help but feel as though his ears were a little red just thinking about it, not matter how casual he was trying to seem here.

“Well, yo’re doing a good job of looking after the place,” he did have to compliment the guy with a smile, “I don’t think this place would look as nice as it does if you hadn’t been putting in the work to make sure everything stayed alive.”

#avtchan #& unbeleafable

ktaedongs

precious

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avtjinwoo:

“Oh my god, I’m going as fast as I can, I swear.”

Jinwoo’s shoving layers and layers of books off of the buried individual. Hopeful that if he can alleviate some of the pressure, distribute some of the weight evenly, then the person can start digging themselves out as well. He’s tossing books to the side, uncaring about possible damage or the potential earful he’ll receive later from his boss, his mind only set on rescuing.

It hadn’t been much, the subtle shift of a book out of the corner of his eye but it’s enough to spur Jinwoo into quickening his pace. He barely winces at the various paper cuts that begin to litter his hands as he digs.

“Seriously, out of all the shelves that had to come down, it had to be the one with the heaviest books.” He’s mostly talking to himself, trying to keep himself calm and somewhat sane as he lifts a ridiculously over-sized book off of what he hopes is not the person’s head. Jinwoo glances down and is met with the sight of a leg. He heaves out a sigh of relief.

Now knowing where the person’s bottom half is, Jinwoo’s hands travel upwards, throwing countless of books aside, (seriously how many books had been on this shelf), until he’s finally able to free the person’s face, allowing them to breath.

Jinwoo blinks, looking down at them. He gives them a sheepish grin before (rightfully) beginning to freak out, “uh, hi? Do you need me to call an ambulance? That is… probably the first thing I should have done. Can you move at all? Is anything broken? Do you have a concussion?”

Dowoon was still struggling to hear anything properly under the amount of books on top of him, but he did feel some of the weight starting to shift. Which was a good thing, he was still trying to push some of the books off himself. Not that this was really going all too well because these books were really heavy and he did not have the strongest arms out there. And they were still slightly pinned by the books as well which was not helping very much.

It was not like he worked out or anything like that, though maybe he would have to start just so if this happened again he could help a little more to get himself free. Not that he was hoping this would happen again because he was pretty sure all these books were starting to crush his chest and that was not exactly a very pleasurable experience. It was actually getting a little hard to try and breathe.

Okay, now that his leg was a little more free he tried wiggling around, trying to shift some of the books off him that way. Though his face was still trapped and the top half of his body, which he did think was the more important part of him than his leg.

Though this guy did seem to get the message and moved upwards, starting to clear the books away from his face and the top half of him instead, which Dowoon was thankful for. And it wasn’t much longer until the last book was pulled away from his face so he could at least see what was happening. And hear as well now there was nothing muffling him.

He was faced with some stranger, not that he had been expecting any different. “Chest,” he just wheezed a little, seeing as books were still crushing it, still making it incredibly hard to breathe. But that was really the only problem at the moment, he didn’t think anything was broken or he wasn’t concussed. Not that he knew these things for certain, but if there was one thing he knew, he was not going to be going to any hospital. He tended to get jumpy in medical settings, always worried that someone was going to work out what he was.

avtsparrow-blog

++ be quiet | pwj & ydw

avtsparrow:

he wakes up again, this time with a jump and wide eyes.

the aching is back now, stronger than before; woojin blinks when he sees yellow, brows furrowing at the strange feeling that clung to his forehead.

wait…

rewind two seconds back to the yellow with pigments of white and pastel smelling of old books and public libraries - what?

he reaches a stiff hand towards the strange thing that covered his vision, quickly recognizing it as a sheet of paper - or a sticky note, to be more accurate. the adhesive gives way after a gentle tug, and he squints at the colors that invaded his peripheral. a pen lies on the table in front of his textbook. woojin picks it up and inspects it, trying to recall if he had taken out a pen or not, before remembering that he still had a sticky note in his hand - the origin of which he still had no clue about.

he reads the handwritten words with a blank expression before its contents hits him hard. invisible friend? what?

woojin massages the spot on his forehead where the note had been roughly, trying to piece together what exactly this note was - if he didn’t know any better, he would have thought it real. despite this, he feels heat creeping up his neck at the comment, not actually knowing that he snored (the more you know though, right?).

considering he was hit not too long ago, the person who did this was probably still here, right?

completely forgetting the point of the message, which was probably for him to shut up, he calls out into the empty area around him.

“um, hello?”

While Yoon Dowoon might be a pacifist and never punched or fought with anyone, he still had nothing against bashing books over people’s heads to wake them up. It was a tried and tested method, no one could sleep through being whacked over the head with a heavy book. Except if you hit said someone hard enough to knock them out, which thankfully hadn’t happened in this case.

The teen had woken up again and Dowoon just sat there and watched him for a moment, almost curious to see how he was going to react to the note stuck to his forehead. He still had no intentions of turning visible again, so he supposed that he could get a bit of fun out of this. Even if he did want to just go back to his reading.

His note seemed to confuse the other, which he guessed he should have been expecting as it was not every day you got a note from someone claiming to be invisible. And were knocked awake by someone was wasn’t there when you woke up again.

Though he had told the kid to shut up, it appeared that he was not going to do that, instead opening his mouth and saying hello. It was a start, he guessed, but Dowoon didn’t respond to that, instead putting his book down on his lap, making sure to hide it under the table. It would give the game away if a book just appeared out of nowhere. Now that was out of the way he pulled out the post-it notes again, quickly scribbling another message down and pulling the note free.

Reaching across the table, Dowoon stuck it in place, though hesitated, one finger still on the paper to keep it invisible for the moment. This might end up completely freaking the kid out, but he supposed he had it coming for being annoying and falling asleep in the library. So he decided, against his better judgement, that yes he was going to do this. So, with a small smirk lifted his invisible finger away from the note stuck to the table, watching it became visible as soon as the contact between it and the pad of his finger was broken.

Yes, I am still here. Please don’t fall asleep again. - YD

#avtsparrow #& be quiet

pjmavt-blog

calling you

pjmavt:

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Jimin didn’t really know how else to convince the boy, “I’m Jimin,” he introduced, “Park Jimin. You don’t know me and I don’t know you, but like I said I’m definitely not here to hurt you but to relay a message. A message that I think you’d like to hear. I don’t want to startle you, by any means, but this message I’ve come to pass is only urgent because it comes from your sister, your family. I know they have passed – I mean what I have said. I have a message for you, from her, your sister. She wouldn’t stop until I found you,” Jimin explained, “If you could come out, it’d be a lot easier for the both of us. I’m willing to answer any questions you have, of course, but please Dowoon-ssi, come out.”

He had ever reason to be a little apprehensive about this. It was not every day that someone just walked into where he was planning on staying and actually knew he was there. His whole ‘thing’ was people not knowing that simple fact that he was even around, and in comes this stranger and not only knew there was someone in the room, but knew his name as well. And that was just very not okay with him and he was not comfortable in this situation at all. And the fact he was telling him that he wasn’t there to hurt him wasn’t really helping the situation. While sure, he wasn’t worried that this ghost like figure could actually hurt him, not when he couldn’t see him, anyway, it was slightly off-putting. The darkness wasn’t even helping put him at ease as this figure really stood out and it was almost literally like he was some ghost just standing there. Dowoon did have to admit that he had to make sure that he was standing on the floor and not just floating there before he pushed off the idea that this was a real human and not some apparition from the other side come to haunt him or something. A ghost with a message, that would be a story to tell. People would think he was crazy.

Maybe moving around was not the best idea because as soon as he took a step back the stranger was staring right at him. So he had good hearing, that was just something else to add onto the list of things he didn’t like about this situation. All his instincts were kicking in and just telling him to turn and make and run for it, find somewhere else to spend the night. Though if this guy had found him here then there was something to say that he wouldn’t just following him and find him somewhere else at another time. Maybe it was better if he just came out and see what he had to say for himself. If he didn’t like things he could always just leave, he could at least get a head start which was better than nothing.

He was just about to make himself visible again when Jimin said those words. A message from his sister. “Dohee?” He almost choked, coughing a little as he flickered back into existence, not really caring if he gave this Jimin a heart attack or not. “You better explain yourself, right now,” he wasn’t playing around here, his family had been dead for nine years and now someone was showing up and saying he had a message from his sister. Quite honestly, he was not buying it. “What do you mean you have a message from my sister. Who even are you and how did you find me?”

#pjmavt #& calling you

hidden sources

avtjinwoo:

oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

the repetitive chant, one spoken under his breath that does nothing to soothe his anxiety, only increases as he nears the fallen shelf. every single book has conveniently slid off their respected shelves and on to the floor, creating a mass pile of chaos. immediately he searches for any signs of someone buried under the countless of books. there’s no one.

he huffs, mumbling a few curse words. someone must have pushed the bookshelf over before scurrying away, insistent on not wanting to take the blame. jinwoo hangs his head in defeat. of course.

“at least no one’s…” he trails off as he’s suddenly hit with a realization. he’s sensing another’s emotions. he’s quickly glancing around, confused and mildly curious. the emotions are strong, indicating that someone has to be near, almost directly beside him, except, he can’t see anyone. huh. biting his bottom lip, he stares at the pile. there are a lot of books…. maybe he didn’t look hard enough…

reaching forward, he starts picking up books, tossing them (gently) to the side as he makes quick work in decreasing the size of the pile. he blanches when he finally notices a shoe. “oh shit, shit, shit, shit.”

why didn’t the person say anything? oh god, what if they’re unconscious? what if they’re dead?the pessimistic thoughts only increase as he quickens the digging, pushing piles of books off of the person and throwing them off the side with more urgency. “If you could, maybe, say something, to let me know you’re awake, that would be super reassuring.”

A bunch of books suddenly falling on your head actually did hurt more than he was expecting it to. Not that he thought it was going to feel like a bunch of feathers were falling him, but it probably wasn’t help by the fact a lot of these books were quite... heavy. Perfect for bashing someone around the head with, if he was being honest, but that wasn’t really helping him feel any better about being buried under them.

Though it seemed as though there was someone around, which he supposed he should have expected seeing as it was a loud noise. He wasn’t all too surprised that someone had come to investigated, though they didn’t seem to be doing anything beside standing there.

Dowoon tried shifting a little, attempting to try and unpin his arms so he could try and push some of the books off himself. But he was not that strong, really, and his hurt hurt as well despite trying to cover it with his arms. But he did hear the sound of the person starting to pick books off the top of him, which he did sort of appreciate. He had no intentions of starving to death under a pile of a books in the library, though that was just him being a little dramatic now.

Books were, apparently, just good at muffling words as well because he could barely hear what the stranger was saying. So he doubted the reverse would be any better, so all he could manage was kicking his leg a little just to let him know that he was actually alive under all of this and would quite like to get out.

But this was rather to hard to convey through foot kicks.

cvndiedvenom

now you see me (now you don’t).

#avtbullseye #& now you see me (now you don't)

avtbullseye:

gahyeon isn’t stupid– sure, she might not be well knowledge-able and things outside books and the like; but she isn’t stupid. but still, she hesitates– because she doesn’t have a proper explanation behind someone appearing out of thin air like that. unless it’s like, magic, or something. or one of those mutants, but gahyeon hasn’t run into many of those.

“…sure.” she states slowly, eyes narrowed suspiciously. her head cocks to the side, tongue clicking as she crosses her arms with a huff, teeth worrying her lower lip. “are you sure? because i don’t have any issues with my eyes or anything. and you don’t look like you were there just a few minutes ago.” it’s not like gahyeon was paying…that much attention, but her pride is strong and she’s sure (maybe about 72% sure).

“i’ve met a magician before. kinda. i think he was a fake.” she chirps up, amused smile tugging on her mouth. “but he didn’t disappear. did some weird stuff with cards, but that’s all…nonsense anyway.” she shrugs her shoulders. “…are you sure, though? cause that’s kinda, uh. problematic. most people aren’t going to react very well if someone’s disappearing and reappearing.” she points out, sniffling as she gives the male a pointed look.

Dowoon was just a little panicked, but he was trying to play it cool, simply keeping a straight face as he shrugged a shoulder. No, he had not just made a mistake and appeared out of thin air, he had simply been there all the time and she had just missed him. That was the story he was going to be pushing forward, anyway. There was no chance he was going to admit what he was to some stranger he didn’t know he could trust.

“Yeah, I’m quite sure,” he responded with a nod of his head, idly ruffling up the back of his hair with a hand, “I think I would notice if I wasn’t.” He wasn’t even lying, he had been there the whole time. She just didn’t know that and that was why his power was sometimes a godsend as it helped avoid people when he was not in the mood to talk. Which was simply all of the time.

He was not a magician. His whole life would probably be a lot easier to explain if he was, but alas, this was no magic trick. “People are probably not going to react well, no, so it’s a good thing that’s not what I’m doing.” Dowoon had no idea if he was being believed at this point, but it was all he could really do without just giving in and telling her the truth. Which was certainly never going to happen.

avtsoohyuk-blog

fade.

avtsoohyuk:

@avtdowoon

Bizarre phenomena seem to follow Soohyuk around. This is expected, by now; it’s been happening for a decade now, since his existence stopped seeming quite so much like non-fiction. Now, merely existing seems like the key to far more oddity still, for him—the case in point, however, is novel.

But, let’s backtrack a bit, shall we?

Tonight he is merely on idle errands—keeping his eyes and ears open for the whispers of the street, hands tucked down into the pockets of a jacket that’s far too heavy for the weather as he strolls. No one is looking at him and it shows in how his body language is precise, not a motion wasted—it’s a contrast to his usual, when he’s all flippant gestures and a sense that he hardly cares about what he’s saying or what’s being said.

He’s constantly prowling for information like this, keeping a pulse on the city streets, speaking to the shady and strange types who know more than they should; there are plenty of those about. Soohyuk wonders how many of them are mutants—the right mutation could make the task of gathering information far easier, couldn’t it? Nonetheless, Soohyuk only seeks rumors tonight, so he’ll end up pausing in the same few haunts to hear what’s going on—this is merely how he passes the time.

Part of being attentive to information, for Soohyuk, includes something he cannot so easily explain—the sensation of space is difficult to describe, he’s found. If he’s got his mind set to it, though, as he does now, he can feel something, indeed—where things are, where they aren’t. It’s taken quite some time to get used to that, but now, as he casually shifts his focus on and off from it, he feels confident in his grip on that sense.

So that’s how he knows that this boy didn’t simply spontaneously come into existence in the corner of his eye (it immediately startled him into staring, however), though that would be a less-bizarre conclusion than some—because now that Soohyuk thinks about it, blinking owlishly at the (somewhat shabby-looking, he thinks) figure, he was here before, Soohyuk could feel him. But he couldn’t see him.

The man exhales a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, dramatically setting a hand over his chest as he chuckles—is this his own “oddity”, as well? That his very presence, unnatural as it is, will cause—whatever it is that’s made this boy appear? Perhaps he’s not as used to it as he thought.

“My, you gave me quite the start, boy,” he chuckles, voice lyrical as he straightens his back only to relax his posture, a tight-lipped smirk coming over his lips. “My apologies for staring.”

The streets if Incheon were his home. He grew up in the city and he knew it like the back of his hand, but there were still times when he just felt so alone like he was in an alien world. It was strange to take a step and just watch people who didn’t know you were there. Humans were just themselves when they thought no one was watching, bright smiles faltered and cracks started appearing.

It was all, frankly, rather fascinating and one of the ways Dowoon liked to pass the time was just people watching. Maybe that was a little stalker-ish of him, but he didn’t seem the harm, no one would ever know he was watching.

Maybe he should be sleeping, but hanging around in a hotel room didn’t really appeal to him right now and he would much rather be outside. besides, he only found somewhere to pitch up for the night when he was ready to sleep, and that was normally in the early hours of the morning anyway. Not that he had to get up early to go to work or get on with his life or anything. The only reason he woke up before noon was because he had to get out of wherever he was before he was discovered.

His night of people watching was somewhat amusing, though he hadn’t really found anyone super amusing to keep him occupied. In the end, Dowoon simply ended up getting incredibly bored of just sitting around by himself watching the world go on by. So he decided that enough was enough and it was about time he found somewhere to sleep for the night. He did have a place in mind and it wasn’t too far to walk.

He wasn’t really paying attention to where he was going as he just let his feet drag him to the motel he had in mind. Though when he got too close to some weird looking bloke he was following, something weird started to happen. While he was concentrating, his invisibility kept flickering on and off like he was some light switch. Just a little odd, he had have to note, and it was only when he got too close.

So he made up his mind to try and keep his distance. But he did realize it was a little too late for that because he was not completely visible and the guy was staring at him.

Dowoon instantly flushed a bright shade of pink, anxiously rubbing his bright red ears a little as he swallowed uncomfortably. “Sorry?” He just responded, blinking a little as his nervous eyes fidgeted, “I didn’t mean to.” No, he really hadn’t meant to turn visible and he still didn’t quite know why he had.

#avtsoohyuk #& fade.

day-sixs

#& the invisible man | visual

day6concept:

hi mom, have you been well? (☆)

hidden sources

avtjinwoo:

@avtdowoon

it’s a blessing in disguise for jinwoo, working a quieter shift at the library. he’s completed all his tasks, the few people currently in the library absorbed with their studies, not needing his help. it’s calm, it’s peaceful. the slower atmosphere giving him the perfect opportunity to focus on his own studies, not overly worried about being caught at this hour.

he glances around the room as he takes his textbook out, checking to make sure no one is watching before opening it and beginning to read the assigned chapter. his pen is scratching against the paper as he takes notes, focusing completely on the words he’s reading.

it’s why when a large crash echoes throughout the quiet library, jinwoo jumps, a surprised squeal leaving his mouth.

a hand over his heart, he scans the library for where the noise could have come from and upon seeing a half fallen book shelf, the wall stopping it from completely toppling over, a noise of distress slips past his lips.

“Oh my god.” he leaves his studies behind as he races over. please no one be hurt, please no one be hurt.

The library was one of his ‘safe spaces’. He had been coming here for years now and no one even knew he was there most of the time. Ever since running away he had made a home in the quiet corner, just absorbing himself in a book for a good couple of hours, trying to give his brain something to do which wasn’t panicking or wallowing in self-pity because his whole family were dead.

He was sure that he had read the whole library by this point, so when he spotted a books on the top of the shelf he was sure he had not seen before he was excited to get started. No matter what the subject was, he’d read everything and hadn’t found himself getting too bored yet.

Though the problem was that he was hardly the tallest person around and couldn’t exactly reach the top. And he was sure someone would tell him off if he tried to climb up the bookshelf... but no one had to know if they didn’t see him do it. So, with that in mind, he now found himself trying to balance properly and clamber his way up just far enough so he could lean up and grab what he wanted.

But this plan didn’t really end up working in his favour as he was almost there when the bookshelf decided it was a good idea to topple forward. Well, it was probably his fault, but he was set to the ground anyway, a mountain of books toppling on top of him with a loud crashing sound. It was good luck that the bookshelf was being held up by the wall or that would have crushed him as well.

Dowoon just covered his head with his arms, closing his eyes a little until there was silence for a moment, the whole self of books now basically crushing him.

This was ever so slightly problematic.

jenniexmi-blog

Gesundheit

#avtsicheng #& Gesundheit #(it's really fine I didn't mind waiting!)

avtsicheng:

@avtdowoon

Sicheng was alone in the store, or at least he’d thought he was.

He was goofing around on his phone, bored out of his mind, when he’d heard a sudden burst of…surprisingly violent sneezes erupt from the back of the store.

But…there was nobody there, not that he could see.

He gets up, wandering towards the back of the store, and….there’s no one there, nobody tucked between an aisle, or behind a display, or any such thing.

Had he gone mad?

Was this place haunted?

That would be just his luck, honestly, and as he ponders the likelihood that there were indeed ghosts crawling about the place, another outburst of sneezing begins, this time from right behind him.

He spins around, of course, only…there is no one there; until there is. It’s as though someone had flipped a switch and the boy before him had snapped into existence.

The boy doesn’t seem to be a ghost, Sicheng thinks, although if ghosts were real, he doesn’t really know what they’d look like, but he assumes they’d have some sort of weird aura about them, or be see-through, or something; no, this boy seemed to be a mutant.

Sicheng isn’t really surprised by this turn of events, after all, he is well aware of the existence of mutants, of people like himself, and all he can do is chuckle.

“Are you…alright?” he asks, although it seems clear by the other guy’s expression alone that he certainly isn’t pleased.

One of the worst things you go do when you were invisible was to draw any attention to yourself. This was something that Dowoon had learned pretty early on and he was pretty good at keeping out of the way and not making too much noise. Noise just meant people always got spooked and then started looking around for the source, and if they had good ears, then they would probably hear breathing if they got too close which was never good.

So, as drawing attention to yourself was a bad move, suddenly coming over in a huge sneezing fit was probably not the best thing to be doing.

It had just been one at first, a quick glance around to make sure that no one had heard that, but the sneezing just kept on coming. No matter how much he tried to cover his nose or help his breath or anything, he just kept sneezing, having to grip onto one of the shelves as he doubled over a little.

Needless to say that someone had noticed this and had now come to investigate this strange sneezing. He was trying rather hard to just keep himself invisible, for all the good that would do him in this situation. Though it didn’t take too long for his concentration to break and the invisibility was broken, snapping seemingly into existence from nowhere right in front of some stranger.

But the stranger wasn’t screaming or anything, which was a little weird. It was like he was used to people just appearing in front of him.

“Do I look fine?” He did have to wonder, having to cut off in the middle to sneeze again, hiding his nose and mouth behind his hand. “I can’t-” another sneeze, “Stop sneezing.”

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He slowly nods, feeling slightly embarrassed that he didn’t really get the joke. Perhaps it was due to his more old fashioned sense of humor. The male still struggles to understand most modern memes today, and totally pronounced it as may-mays until one of his coworkers had corrected him. His cheeks flush slightly, the frown becoming more prominent. “Ah.. I guess they aren’t really for everyone.”

Keeping a watchful gaze, he tries to vanquish the frown, but all he can manages is a small smile. He was certain the other male wouldn’t go down so easily, but he found some room to relax slightly, his guard let down a little. His feet still remain planted firmly in front of the flower bed, and thankfully his larger frame made things difficult to peep around.

To be fair, he wasn’t very good with recognizing faces, unless they were ones he spotted constantly, especially at the nursery. “Ah.. I see.” He says softly, nodding his head. He definitely could understand where the male was coming from, as Chanyeol often sought out solitude in plants. He lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head lightly. “I just check on the plants around here.. But I work in a plant nursery not too far from here.”

Dowoon was starting to find this conversation just getting a little awkward. And he had never really done well in awkward situation, just offering a small smile as he scratched at the back of his neck. “Dad jokes just make me cringe more than anything,” he never really found them funny enough to laugh at. They were just stupid and not even funny. Not that he was some expert at jokes and knew all the best ones. But those of the ‘dad’ variety never got much out of him.

The taller male was still standing in front of the bed of flowers, clearly not forgetting about hiding whatever he didn’t want to be seen. Ever so slightly annoying, but Dowoon couldn’t really find it in him to care much about it any more. Sure, he was still curious about what he could possibly be hiding behind him, but he was sure that he would find out eventually. Even if he had to waste some of his own time just to peek.

So he didn’t work here, but just looked after the plants. Well, he supposed that someone had to or not so many people would come here if everything was just dead and drooping. This was a nice park and he could at least appreciate the work which must have gone into keeping it nice, even if he was not the biggest flower person himself. “Well, you’re doing a good job of looking after everything,” he did have to note with a smile, gesturing around with a hand, “Shouldn’t think that looking after all of this would be easy.”

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