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blood splatters :: chanyeol & jinri

She tapped her fingers on her lap in a few moments just by herself. It’s actually been days since she met Chanyeol—- and he hasn’t come back ever since. And to even think of it, she hasn’t even seen him around camp at all. Uh— where the heck did that guy go.. She curled her lips to the side in worry as random thought conquer her head.

Her thoughts cave away to reality as she hears the rumbling of dry leaves against the ground, footsteps rushing over which made her stand up in surprise. Not only to see bloody man in front of her, but it was Chanyeol. She blurted out words while rushing towards him in panic— “YAH. WHAT HAPPENED.” Her ere widened in shock with her tone of voice in worry. “Were you bitten? Please don’t be.” She was almost in tears while trying to find wounds around his bloody clothes.

She blinked up at him, her eyes still full of worry and uneasiness. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN- SLOW DOWN. WERE YOU BITTEN?”

#:threadreply #:bloodsplatters

The voice's sweet, but it hurts his tired ears and sends his mind into a frenzy. Out of exhaustion, he simply lets go of the person holding him and bends his figure down to pull her into his arms, resting his weight on her smaller frame. It's not the best idea and he's quite heavy, but who's thinking logically here?

"No, I wasn't—" he mumbles against her shoulder, winding both arms around her middle and keeping her in his hold. He doesn't quite feel like letting go, nor does he see himself doing so in the next hour or so. It's the first thing that welcomes him home, and that alone is enough of a reason for him to cling to whatever it is after the nightmare he went through, the past few days. He'd rather not speak about it.

Chanyeol's eyes close and he sighs, nuzzling closer to her neck. He doesn't quite know what he's doing, and it's pretty much the first time they're sharing a hug— or something palpable at all. "Can I... sleep?"

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#jinrixout #:starter #:bloodsplatters

blood splatters :: chanyeol & jinri

It's been a while since he's step his foot back in camp, and exhaustion is getting to his bones as he stumbles past the gates. Someone's helping him in by dragging his bent body, an arm over their shoulders and their arm around his middle. Radiant smiles and relieved sighs welcome him and he returns them gratefully, despite the unsanitary conditions he's in. His clothes are ripped and stained with blood, as well as his face— a mix of dark blood and dirt hiding his prominent features.

He can barely notice her steps when she makes her way over to him. His attention only catches up with her demand for it when she's standing before him, brows furrowed and aggravated voice asking questions on end. Chanyeol can't really make it out, he's too tired and he can only make out the worried tone of her voice.

"Hey... slow down, what are you saying?"

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watchful eye :: chanyeol & jinri

Her head was still down low from being to flustered at the events happening. I am seriously go to slap myself, she thinks. But then gets cut off as she notices him staring towards her. She could feel her heart pounding continuously but shakes it off after some time.

"Yeah, you should. You’re gonna be soaked." She then laughs a bit while scratching the back of her head. "And I’ll see you too as well." She then cracks a wide smile and as well as escaping a light chuckles afterwards whilst fixing her hair back to its place.

Her smile turns faintly as she sees his walking figure away from her tent. She presses her lips together into a thin line as she lifts her hand up for a wave goodbye as well. “Don’t get bitten!” She laughs a bit as she calls towards him before heading back inside her tent.

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#:watchfuleye

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watchful eye :: chanyeol & jinri

The seconds passed by so fast and she could feel the cold breeze running past her arms as she slowly fidgeted on her place. Trying to keep herself warm and trying not to show a hint of being upset at the thought of their parting. Which was a bit weird though, maybe she enjoyed his presence that much.

She hits back in reality with the sound of his voice—- “Oh… well, I guess that’s nice then.” she then nods firmly with a smile. “Thank you, and if you ever have wounds or something… or maybe just bored, you know where to find me.” a chuckle escaped past her lips then clears her throat.

A bit taken aback at his sudden gift, her eyes widened itself as she saw the couple of earrings in surprise. “Wow..” she went blank for a moment, then looking up at the latter with a warm smile. “…Thank you, I haven’t seen a pair like these ever since… who knows when.” And with a deep breath, she grasped the earrings from him with a flustered smile, then combs her hair back. “Thank you… well, I just said that again, but I really am thankful.” She could feel her cheeks burn up already.

The flush fits her cheeks like a glove would fit to his hand, and he almost has the urge to bend down and kiss those pinkish colored cheeks of hers. But no— that's for some other time, not now.

"You're welcome," he chuckles, unaware of the fact he looks pretty flustered as well. He knows he's gotta go, before people start rushing them back to their tents and nagging about curfew. One day he might just break the curfew rule for her, he can tell.

He looks up just as a lone raindrop flicks on his cheek, eyeing the shapeless clouds growing darker by the second. "It's going to rain— I should go, too..." he bites his lip after he mumbles, sighing as he looks back at her. "Well then; I'll see you whenever... miss Jinri." he ends with a playful grin, and he can't quite control the hand that reaches over to ruffle her hair. The look on her face after he's done is enough to bring a rumble of soft laughter from his lungs, and turns on his heel with a much reluctant wave goodbye.

good old days :: chanyeol & sehun

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Sehun was about to fling his second pillow, arms poised behind his head and pillow dangled precariously between his fingers when he registered the low, almost detached sort of tone coming from the body inhabiting his perpetually optimistic friend’s bed. Letting the pillow drop from between lax fingers, Sehun stilled and blinked down at Chanyeol, his eyes wide in a strange amalgamation of concern and abject confusion.

After a moment of just blinking, Sehun managed to find the edge of the low cot and fell back down against it, one bony hip catching onto the edge of a book he’d been reading earlier that morning. It was a shame how much of a cluttered mess his side of the room could be, especially with the insubstantial amount of time he actually spent there. He mulled over the words, tossing them in his mind carefully. Chanyeol’s words caught him off guard, and he pulled his gangly limbs in closer to himself, his mind conjuring up half formed delusions masked as memories, wondering if most of them were mostly reconstructed in his delirious state. He couldn’t have remembered much from that day — nothing clear or substantial at least. It was strange, this may have been the first time the topic had ever come up in their four years of acquaintance.

His lips parted, but the words seem to escape him, “I — not really.” Which was true, for the most part. He was unsure of most everything leading up to the night he woke up in a cold sweat in a cool tent in the middle of the fox clan, panicked. “I was in and out of conscious the first day. I remember feeling light, and like I was on the edge of dying.”

He also remembered unbearably wide eyes and a loud, chattering voice, and wondering if he was already dead and Heaven just sent him their most talkative and obnoxious angel. The world did have a sense of humor. He paused in though, mulling over his memories “Wait — did you kick me?”

#:threadreply #:goodolddays

Staring at the dark of his own closed eyelids, he idly worries his lip as he listens. It'd been so long since he'd actually felt useful, and Sehun had been the one to give him the feeling he was needed. And indeed, if it weren't for Chanyeol, the younger would've been dead by now, the eldest medic in their clan had told him; he'd never allowed Sehun to know about it.

He finds himself chuckling, arm falling from its place over his eyes to fall over his side. "Stupid, you felt light because I carried you here on my back." It's the first time they've ever spoken about that day, that situation in particular— the reason why, he doesn't quite remember it.The memories are as clear as the light of day though, the moment he'd found Sehun and thought him to be dead; a gentle nudge to the leg was all it took for the fifteen year old to whimper, and endless days of care for him to recover, though barely.

Chanyeol turns on his bed of blankets to face Sehun, eyes opening but lips remaining still, the usual smile gone from his expression. He eyes the youngster, and as small towers of books grew from behind his back and around his cot, and how dark it suddenly felt in their tent. Night approached quickly. "No, I just nudged your leg— We stayed at least a couple days at your place before I felt it was safe enough to take you with me."

watchful eye :: chanyeol & jinri

Probably giving herself a hard facepalm wouldn’t hurt after this. Two strikes in a row and she wanted to wrap herself in a blanket and hide herself. But his smile which was a bit agonizing made her stay in place— It was exceptionally warm and welcoming that she felt... safe somehow. She felt, reassured and protected.

Her expression lights up as the conversation keeps going, then she nods her head with a bright smile as he speaks. “That would be amazing, really. Thank you… I’m guessing I can just drop by one of your tents if I ever need some?” She retreats her hand back which was on the back of her head back to her side with a slight shrug.

Maybe it’s just her but time passed by so quickly. She could feel the wind go colder while she rubbed up and down in a continuous manner as her attention looks up the grey colored skies. “It’s kinda getting dark... and maybe your tent’s a bit too far away, I should… really get back.” She had a faint smile on, trying not to show a sign of sadness from their parting.

Time flies by, and he's definitely not expecting Sehun to pop up near the Medic's tent, but he wouldn't be surprised if that happened. He can already hear his groan when Chanyeol gets to the tent, empty handed and with nothing but "Jinri this" and "Jinri that". The sky grows darker by the minute, and despite the fact he agrees with her, he can't find the strength to leave her.

"Ah... Not at all. My tent is right behind the supply tent— y'know, in the upper left corner of camp" he breathes with a smile, even though he knows they'll have to part. Tomorrow there'll be more, he tells himself. "So yeah, if you ever need anything, come meet my in the morning and I'll bring it to you by dusk."

Preparing himself to leave, he turns and takes a couple steps towards his tent— only to turn on his feet and come back to her quickly whilst reaching to his pocket. "Oh, right!" he excitedly grins, extending his hand over to her, expecting her palms to fit beneath his before dropping a couple of earrings— purple, teardrop shaped earrings. "I— found these today while I was out... they'd fit you."

watchful eye :: chanyeol & jinri

She looked right back at him, maybe feeling a bit more ease than before since his look was gentle and calm. Which was good, meaning the embarrassment was forgotten and it could be the right opportunity to introduce herself.

She then lets out a slight laugh, only to see himself tilting a bit as he tried to stand up. “Chanyeol.” His name slips past between her lips with a gentle smile then nods— as she tries to keep his name on her head. “Well, it’s nice to meet you. I'd seen you before but, I haven’t known your name.” She then let out a light chuckle while scratching a nonexistent scratch at the back of her head.

"I’m Jinri. Well, if you didn’t want to know— I guess it’s okay- or maybe you did I just told you first." She wanted to facepalm so hard on that spot right there, but she just let out a sigh of disbelief towards herself then cleared her throat as she didn’t wanted to speak any more dumb stuff about herself. "So uh, yeah. Nice to meet you." She smiled shyly then reaching her hand out, offering a shake.

Oh man, he hopes she can't read his thoughts, because he's dying in his spot at the sound of his name on her lips. He can feel himself get right down addicted to it, hooked to the sweet sound of her voice and rosy lips forming each letter of his name.

The sighs of her easing into a less awkward stance is relieving, and he finds himself easing too into some kind of trance- like the rest of the world fades into the background; the camp could be overrun by walkers and he wouldn't even notice. "Ah, I see... Jinri", he repeats the name and pretends to ignore her (rather cute) babbling, chuckling at her flustered attempts at making some sense out of her words.

Chanyeol grins to himself and nods, humming softly. "Nice to meet you as well." he breathes with ease, a smile following his reply before he speaks again, taking her warm hand in his large palm. He doesn't want the moment for him to let it go to come. "Hit me up if you ever need anything, yeah? I can get you some supplies and resources from the private clinic outside the border."

watchful eye :: chanyeol & jinri

Maybe it was just her but she could feel her cheeks turn into shades of red from embarrassment. But maybe she was used to it though— she was pretty clumsy, that’s what her mum used to always tell her. Though, she couldn’t thank her clumsiness because if it wasn’t for that— she shakes the thought out of her head then sitting up back into her place.

She peeks up at him, only to keep her head low from letting him see how she was obviously flustered for that moment. As soon as she heard his voice, she was a bit taken aback. Not normally to have a voice which was deeper from what she heard from other guys. Her eyes widened a bit, causing her to take another gaze up at him.

Honestly, what she wanted to do now was to head back into her tent and hide in shame. If only she wasn’t that pale maybe it would be okay, but right now, her cheeks were heating up than it ever did in her life.

"Your name." She parts her lips slightly as she speaks softly than earlier. "I didn’t catch your name? At least let me know?" She brings her hand up to rub against her arm while curving her lips into a timid manner.

Chanyeol's head tips a bit, an unexplainable warmth filling his insides. A good kind of warmth, one that inspired him to be bold. He wasn't the type to be charismatic, but the day was going so well and despite him not wanting to cross any limits, he was anxious to know her.

"I— Chanyeol", he responds with a tender smile. Her cheeks are a slight shade of pink and he knows, she's nervous. So is he, but he shrugs it off with a casual sneak of his hands down to his pockets and (quite clumsily) feigns a casual pose. He fails though, quite miserably, at matching his tone of voice to his act. "And you are?"

Chanyeol bites his lip once he realizes his failure and hopes she hasn't noticed it. The last thing he wants is to make her uncomfortable and to cause her to have a weird impression of him implanted into her mind.

watchful eye :: chanyeol & jinri

That was it. It was that moment, a part of her head says— go say sorry and ask his name! while other part of her head was saying— uh, oh.. time to head back to your tent and never go out again, yup! never go out. But she stands there looking up at him with her eyes gauged open into her surprise.

It was him, the guy she was always curious about. The tall guy who had charms even without effort exerted and here he was. Up close. And there they were, face to face and no one was saying anything. Which was kinda awkward— but at some point, maybe she did like looking up at him up close. She could clearly see his dark orbs, slowly getting mesmerized— but then getting back to reality.

She blinks momentarily then clears her throat as silence (not that awkward type though) rose between them before she stood herself upright. Still a bit too silent for words, he breaks it with a sorry. Only making her look up at his figure, taking a few steps towards somewhere (probably his tent, which she guesses). “Wait!” She calls out towards him and almost tripping herself against the root of the tree as she took a step towards the guy.

Her voice is sweet, just as he'd imagined. His heart skips a beat and begins to race, both fear and excitement ruling his veins. And she's asking him to wait— was this his lucky day?

Chanyeol slowly turns, still feeling rather dumb and awkward, but he does. She's stumbling on her own feet and he quickly steps forth with his arms extended to catch her; except, she takes a hold of herself on her own and his hands are now touching her upper arms and— woah, she feels warm.

It's a cold day in April, and he wants to wrap her up in his blanket and warm himself up against her hot skin, fall asleep against it and, well. He might as well catch his thoughts before they drift too far.

Chanyeol's voice is husky from disuse, and he must clear his throat before he speaks- that is, unless he wants his voice to crack in between words and he makes a bigger fool than he already looks. "Yes?"

watchful eye :: chanyeol & jinri

Like the usual days without being a rebel, Jinri stayed inside her tent. Without the usual people heading inside just asking help to put band-aids on their wounds, or maybe some cuts that needs a bit of betadine she usually just clean utensils, other than that, she normally stays out of her tent doing nothing, or maybe taking a stroll. Though there was always one thing that caught her eyes, the dark-haired tall guy she noticed taking a stroll past her tent.

Maybe, just maybe, she observed too much and always noticed him passing by. Not like she knows him anyway, so maybe it was just a route to his tent. So, she shrugged the idea off. Though, she expects to see him walk past again. And he did, though it was uncanny since it happened usually. Okay, maybe she wanted to know the guy. Maybe the name too but to her, she wasn’t really the talkative type, so she didn’t.

One day, just usually staying in her tent, she thinks about talking another stroll again, not to far like her other usual sneak outs though. She wasn’t the only medic in the clan anyway. Thinking blankly, she walked unconsciously out her tent only to hit someone past her way— “Ow!” She winced then rubbed on the top of her head, only to look up to see that guy.

His gaze lowers to meet dark, beautiful eyes, eyes he'd been dying to delve and stare into for so long. It's her, the subject of his most recent (and only) infatuation. Chanyeol's mind shouts "apologize" in loud speakers, but nothing comes out his lips.

He simply stares, too surprised to say anything. He wants to say he's sorry— but he also wants to hold her hand, he wants to ask her name, what she's doing there, how she managed to be so beautiful and if, perhaps, she has someone in her life. He can't, though.

So when she looks like she's expecting his apology, he merely blinks and avoids her gaze, too bashful to speak. "Sorry." he quickly mumbles, and draws away from her step, rubbing his nape, then his shoulder, until he's scratching his head and (rather weirdly) walking away, hoping he's not made too much of a fool of himself before her.

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watchful eye :: chanyeol & jinri

Little were the things that led him to change his course. At his arrival from a run, the first he'd usually do would be head to his tent. Of course, that was still his destination; except the route would change, from the moment he'd laid his eyes on the pretty, new medic assistant.

Brown hair to her shoulders, pretty hands sneaking perfectly into latex gloves and smile drawing anybody's attention; Chanyeol wasn't an exception— he was quick to find himself infatuated for the girl with the pretty smile and rosy cheeks. Soon enough, he'd take an extra five minutes to reach his tent. The fit he'd coax out of Sehun for arriving late was more than worth it.

He was no stalker, nor the kind of kid you'd call a creep. Let us just say, he'd never had the urge to hold someone's hand as much as now. He did not know her name, nor her age, nor how he was so lucky to have the privilege of crossing paths with her in such a forsaken world.

In one of his usual passings, however, someone's voice draws his attention. "Chanyeol!", they'd called out just as he took his stroll by the medics tent, barely sparing them of their chit chat and questions. He gladly responded them all, despite knowing she'd be right behind him. Don't do something stupid, don't do something stupid— Chanyeol mumbles, just as the conversation ends and he turns to make his way back to his tent, except— Ouch!

good old days :: chanyeol & sehun

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Sehun lay sprawled across the pale military style cot in the sparsely furnished tent-like hut turned impromptu library in the far west corner of the territory closest to one of the gates that he shared with Chanyeol. One slim, pale arm dangled over the edge while the other perched innocuously over his eyes. The low lamp light of the encampment shined through the tear on the side windows, casting gold patterns dancing across his closed eyelids. If he’d have been more articulate after three hours of fruitlessly flipping through the worn maps, he would have compared them to flowers, or something equally banal. Blinking his eyes open, Sehun stared up at the low ceiling, his flurried thoughts chasing themselves into a stupor against his skull.

His fingers rubbed idly against the rough fabric wrapped around his left forearm, the memory of stumbling and catching himself against some mildly jagged surface by the old school building earlier that morning flitting through his mind. It had only grazed the surface of his skin, but some of the older medics were notoriously paranoid and had dragged him off the moment he’d reached base. A small, fond smile managed to worm its way across his face at the thought. It always left his chest feeling a bit less empty, the thought that there could still be humanity in the midst of utter chaos. And he was living in it.

A loud thud startled him out of his reverie, and Sehun was stumbling out of his cot in three seconds flat, his blankets still tangled uselessly around his legs. His heartbeat slowing down to a steady pace, Sehun leaned down, managing to pick up the item just as Chanyeol drops himself down to his own cot, fingers trailing lightly over the worn cover in awe.

"You would be the one to scare me today — I thought I’d managed to escape panic for one day. One. I even made it back to camp without running into an infected! It was like someone out there watching out for me. I thought, wow, hyung, there is a god — although when I got back home, Eunae ajumeoni managed to drag me to the medic center like a disgruntled puppy — and I even took the back route to avoid her! And it was barely a scratch so she couldn’t have smelled the blood, right. Oh my god — you were joking when you said she could smell fear right? That’s not — well, I dunno, hyung, I swear that woman has a sixth sense for — yah!” — punctuated with a thrown book — “Are you even listening to me?”

#:threadreply #:goodolddays

"Oh— sorry", he half heartedly mumbles, mindlessly rubbing his cheek to idle away the pain of having a book aimed at his face. "Just thinking."

Chanyeol's quick to lay back on his pillow, eyes closed and a soft sigh leaving his lips. Evenings like this were rare, evenings where Sehun would do all the talking and Chanyeol the one to listen. Their personalities that evening seemed to have switched, quite literally. He's simply not in the mood for talking, for the knot in his throat is too hard to swallow. It's there for some reason, a reason he can't quite put a finger on; and it had been there for quite a while now.

Somehow, the feeling matches the very one he had before he'd stumbled into Sehun's house, four years prior. Chanyeol had thought it to be empty, until he'd taken a blind step into the fifteen year old's room and found a delirious kid slouched against the wall, looking a lot like he'd just been thrown there to deal with his fate.

Finding someone to share your adventures with had been the highpoint of his life, after years of loneliness and green covered environments. A friend was something he'd never thought he'd find, specially in a god forsaken world where the dead would turn into rotten, flesh eating creatures. He'd always wondered if Sehun remembered that day—

"Hey— do you... remember the day I found you?"

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