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Kim Wonshik || Ravi || 22 || Straight || Single Bartender at The Carousel and drug importer for the Diamonds. Everyone has their story, some less thrilling than others. I can assure you though, there's never a dull moment in mine. Tracking: daxwonshik Living in an apartment with his sister, Yoojung.

[krystaljungxda-deactivated20150]

ice with ice;

the clink of black leather boots resounded through the empty hallways as a certain redhead exits the largest and farthest room in that building–- her father’s office (though she knew better that it was nothing but a small crib of his anomalies and wrongdoings), as she was called an hour earlier for an important matter and it took him some time to finish the details (he’s very meticulous) on what level of gore should his people witness. so, she sets out yet again to carry off one of his assignments, this time it was a bar owner who didn’t pay the price they agreed on for the guns he took. people who don’t pay the price they agreed on makes him really furious.

of course, he would send his best killer, his own daughter. daniel bailiol likes his garden pretty; anything that could ruin the scenery must be pulled out, even if it’s another plant. the sight of them trembling on their knees would serve as fertilizer to his already blooming flowers.

krystal drove to the said place and found the bar owner without effort, not giving much thought as she barged in ready to approach with two other bulky men stopping at the front door (she does her work alone), only to slow down when an overly-familiar face caught her eye and seemingly made his way before she did. “this one’s mine,” she mumbled towards the other, motioning with a hand for him to back off. “go do your sales talk with someone else.”

[daxwonshik]

If there was anything that Wonshik disliked, it was disorder in the bar. He often wonders why he had decided to become a bartender in the first place, considering Friday and Saturday nights were the worst when it came to disorder and chaos. Nevertheless, he supposes it’s better than nothing, and it certainly pays his bills, which is more than anything he could ever ask for.

However, when the doors slammed open as unexpectedly as they did, his head snaps up, eyes darting over to see what was happening. He isn’t a fan of unwanted company either, and so when he sees the three wander in, he silently relieves himself of his post behind the counter and makes his way over to the female—the one he’s assumed to be their leader.

“Unfortunately for you, I can’t let that happen.” His eyebrows knit together as a frown plays on his face, eyes narrowed. “You see, we don’t take too kindly to your kind in here.” He tells her, fully intending to offend her in one way or another. Wonshik didn’t care—he had no prior connections to the woman before him, and even if he had, he has no emotional or professional attachments to anyone, so in retrospect, he really had nothing to lose, but everything to gain.

[kong-tv]

Ravi season greeting colored

[daxwonshik]

wonshik is in desperate need of plots... i dont have a plots page, but here’s his bio and some facts in case anyone wants to check them out

like this post or just add me on aim (little.peanut2) or skype/kkt (both are chanyeolers) but for now, im off to work!

[yoursixwordstory]

Pack your feelings into smaller luggage.

(via yoursixwordstory)

[sanaxmi-blog]

Saving Grace || Naeun & Wonshik

Naeun makes it to the Carousel ten minutes after her shift is supposed to start. She’s out of breath, she’s still wearing her scrubs, and half of her hair’s worked its way from the sloppy bun that was once on top of her head. Luckily, the manager is nowhere to be seen as she cuts through the crowd, bag tucked close to her chest, shoulders hunched and head ducked.

She breathes a relieved sigh when the bar comes into view. As soon as she’s close enough she darts behind the counter, tripping over the raised step she can never remember is there. Luckily, Naeun’s tripped over the step so often that she has no problem catching herself on the bar counter before she can faceplant spectacularly in front of the patrons lining the bar.

With an embarrassed laugh, she breezes past the bartenders, waving and calling distracted greetings as she makes a beeline for the back room to change.

Five minutes later, Naeun emerges from the back, looking much more the part of a Carousel waitress in a little black dress and kitten heels. She’s more or less managed to tame her hair, which now falls near her waist in a mess of wavy curls.

Though she knows she should check in with the shift-leader and start taking tables, Naeun can’t help but drift over to where one of the bartenders is putting an order in the system, adding what looks like another round to an already impressive tab. She doesn’t bother announcing her presence, just slips behind Wonshik and circles her arms around his waist, leaning against his back with a weary sigh and giving him a squeeze. 

“Two minutes,” she mumbles. “Just let me nap on you for two minutes.”

[daxwonshik]

It never seizes to amaze him, Naeun’s impeccable timing. She’s always tardy, and while he isn’t one to judge, or care about that kind of thing, he’s certain that if their boss finds out he’ll certainly have something to say about it. Or perhaps he won’t, Naeun’s a fairly pretty girl, and as much as he hated to admit it—and watch it—all of the men loved her. And it wasn’t that he was jealous—no, Wonshik didn’t get jealous. Jealousy was a childish action, and Wonshik was anything but childish.

He watches her trip over the step for the nth time, and he can’t help the small smile that graces his lips at witnessing it. However, the moment he feels eyes on him, his expression changes back to that of the stoic bartender. It wasn’t that he was uninterested in engaging the patrons, it was just that Wonshik really couldn’t care less about the people around him.

Perhaps that was a bit of a lie as well, because over the course of Naeun working at the Carousel, he’s found himself warming up to her, and even allowing himself to grow attached—something he’s never done with anyone before.

“You can have five minutes to catch your breath for all I care.” He tells her as he feels his face heat up slightly over the contact. He isn’t one to take to kindly to physical contact either, but here he was, allowing the small girl to wrap her arms around his waist—from behind no less. He’s normally a very cautious person, and dislikes having his back turned to someone, but there was something about Naeun that made him forget about those little things—if only momentarily. “Just don’t get yourself in trouble, alright?”

[daxwonshik]

I’ve been trying to figure out a way to say this for a very long time now, but after much debate, I have come to a conclusion, and that conclusion is that I will be dropping both Ravi and Sehun’s accounts. While I had a lot of fun here, the muse for my characters simply isn’t there anymore.

I’ll also be swapping Ravi’s account over to another directory, so don’t be alarmed if the url no longer fits.

I had a lot of fun here, but it’s time for this butterfly to spread its wings and fly </3

[coffeeprinceleo]

[robochorom]

[twdxkyungsoo]

Lost || Kyungsoo&Ravi

[twdxkyungsoo]

Kyungsoo was torn between not touching the man like he was told or go ahead and help as his left eye twitched at how much the stranger’s angry words but knows he wasn’t in the position to do such a thing especially when it was his fault that the other’s such in a sour mood. Nobody would be smiling and welcoming if they had their leg caught in a foothold trap and had been almost killed with a bat so breathes through his nose and tried his best to work with light movements in prying the trap open.

“Food.” Was all Kyungsoo replied with the man’s question of what he wanted to catch with the traps. He thought it be better if he stayed quiet as to not anger the stranger more as he carefully worked on freeing the man’s leg. It would hurt he knew and with the way the stranger’s hissing and all confirms it. “Stay still,” he mumbles and in one swift move managed to free the man’s leg, albeit with difficulty because he’s used to using his feet to pry the jaws open.

Kyungsoo throws the trap aside and scoots away a bit from the man to give him space, his eyes trained on the injured leg as he silently assessed the damage done. “I—I’ve found some supplies just a few days ago and they’re all still pretty good. Not brand new but still far from their expiration dates,” he replied as he recalled the supplies he had found in some hospital somewhere in the free zone. He knew they would come in handy someday. With that he raised himself in a crouching position and held out a hand.

“Can you walk—ah, sorry. Here, let me help you up,” he offered, shaking his head at the stupid question that had slipped out before continuing. “It’ll be a bit of a walk to my place so… yeah.”

[daxwonshik]

There’s a sigh of relief that leaves him when he feels the dreaded jaws come loose, however, there’s an entirely new wave of pain that rushes through him when air hit the open wound. “Fuck.” This certainly wasn’t what Ravi had in mind when he left for supplies earlier this morning, but he supposes with the world that they currently live in, beggars couldn’t be choosers, and notion of shit happens was an everyday moto in his life.

Despite how grateful he is to the other for freeing him, his feelings of contempt outweigh his feelings of gratitude, because if it hadn’t been for his stupid ass traps in the first place, Ravi wouldn’t have to be thanking him for anything. “Food.” He remarks, a hint of venom in his voice. “I’m far from being food, trust me.” He’s heard of the ones whom feed off of human flesh, but he hasn’t been unfortunate enough to run into anyone like that yet.

Once the trap is far enough away from him that he’s certain he isn’t accidentally going to be getting caught in it once again, Ravi pressed his palms to the ground beneath him and attempts to push himself up, using his good leg for leverage. However, he’s so used to putting both feet on the ground that the moment he attempts to put any kind of weight on the injured leg, a strained cry leaves him, and he loses all balance, tumbling backwards again.

“Of course I can’t walk.” He stares at the other boy as though he has three heads, because really, what kind of a dumbass question was that. He hates having to admit defeat, even more so when he has to accept help from another, but there really wasn’t any other way that he was going to be getting out of here. He allows the other man to help him to his feet, and he leans his weight against the smaller boy’s side. “How far is a bit of a walk?” He questions, an eyebrow raised. Ravi can’t even put weight on his leg without wanting to scream, so he isn’t sure this walk is such a good idea.

[daxwonshik]

Mephedrone || Ravi & Naeun

[sanaxmi-blog]

Relief curls in Naeun’s chest, warm and welcome, at the sight of Ravi’s playful grin. Tucked against his chest as she is, any lingering cold from her quick trip outside is quickly forgotten. Instinct has Naeun burrowing closer into the warmth. Her arms end up caught between them, her head tucked beneath Ravi’s chin as if it belongs there. 

Her next breath comes out as a content sigh against his neck. 

“I guess I’ll live,” she mumbles shyly, smile hidden even though she’s sure he can feel the curve of it against his neck. 

Already she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open. The warmth of being wrapped in Ravi’s arms and held so close coupled with the exhaustion of so many days spent vigil at his side make the battle to stay awake one that she’s quickly losing. Not that Naeun minds, much. She hasn’t had a decent’s night sleep in well over a week. Even before coming to visit Ravi and finding him in such a state, she’d spent more nights than she cared to count working at the hospital when she should have sleeping. The promise of a full night’s sleep is all too tempting.

She means to tell Ravi that he needs more rest himself. Even though this is the most awake and aware he’s been in days, she doesn’t want him overdoing things. Of course, given their current position, it’s a safe bet that he won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. Still, she can’t quite find the energy to get the words out anymore.

Instead, she frees an arm and curls it over his side, as if the weight alone will be enough to keep Ravi in place through the night. Such a train of thought is only testament to how much Naeun needs this rest herself. 

Satisfied, Naeun burrows just a little closer before finally going still. Tucked so securely in Ravi’s arms and curled beneath the warmth of the blanket, she finally surrenders to the alluring call of sleep. 

[daxwonshik]

As exhausted and overworked as Ravi’s system is, he’s finding it rather difficult to allow the fatigue to set in. Perhaps it’s because this is the most awake and aware of his surroundings that he’s been in a couple of days that he subconsciously doesn’t want to lose it.

He shifts ever so slightly so as to not stir the now sleeping Naeun too much. He knows that she’s been by his side the entire time, which was why he forced her to stay there with him and actually sleep, because he knows for a fact that she got little to no sleeping during the past couple of days while he was detoxing. And now that she was asleep, and he was left alone with his thoughts, the guilt of putting her through something like that comes flooding back, a permanent frown settling itself across his features.

Once he’s certain that Naeun isn’t going anywhere—or that he isn’t able to maneuver himself free of their current position, he slowly lets himself relax against the tiny sofa, a small, content hum leaving him. Perhaps the couch wasn’t the most opportune of places to be sleeping, but it was something—and that something was definitely better than spending the night on the cold, rotting, hardwood flooring.

He wants to wish her a good night, but he’s simply too tired to muster the strength to get his voice across. Instead, he nuzzles closer, face buried in her hair as he breathes in her scent. Everything about Naeun was perfect—from her personality to her appearance, and right down to the way she seemed to fit perfectly in his arms.

The almost impossible slumber soon finds him, though it feels as though it was cut short too soon when a ruckus outside startles Ravi awake. He’s always been a light sleep, and in a way it was a sort of defence mechanism growing up, because he never knew when the next beating would happen.

“Naeun…” He shakes her gently as so to not jostle her too much, because though he had been rudely awoken by an unknown presence, he felt no need to subject Naeun to the same treatment. And it was in moments like these that he wished there was an actual door on the hinges outside, because at least that way the small group of bandits—or whomever they were—that made their way through the old house wouldn’t have been able to get inside as easily as they had.

Ravi’s dreading what’s going to happen next, because while he’s had the time to rest, he certainly was in no condition to be fighting—not yet anyways. He can only hope that the noises he’s hearing are a mere figment of his imagination—it wouldn’t be the first time if that was truly the case.

[acejaehwa]

Breaking In || Ravi and Myungsoo

{ twdxravi } 

Walkers were a danger to the young man. He always made an attempt to avoid them. He feared everything with walkers. After all his own parents were turned to walkers and he had to kill them. He ran through the free area, avoiding all the psosible walkers. Why was he out here when he could just go back to his camp and stay in his little hole in the ground. Yes, he called his residence a hole in the ground because it was tiny, small and dirty but it was enough to keep him happy and there and safe and not dead. 

he heard noise from behind him and looking around, he ducked into the nearest alley and then just ran as fast as he could. he had to get away from this area and in his rush, he leaned against the wall to catch his breath and simply hearing a noise, he kept running.  Seeing a house up ahead, he sighed and ducked inside the house, reloading his flame gun with a self made bomb and aiming it throught the window at the walkers. There that would keep him safe for a moment.

He turned and he couldn’t even say a thing before finding himself tied up. “Bloody intelligent, fucktard. Tying people up. That’s fucking new.” he stated.

[daxwonshik]

Ravi’s home was no place for strangers, even more so if they were unannounced strangers. Sure, the world had gone to shit seven years ago, but there was still a little something called knocking. He supposes that though, because there isn’t a door in its frame, people felt as though they were able to come and go freely. That wasn’t the case however, and Ravi had an even bigger drug stash here than he did elsewhere that he had to protect his supplies above anything else.

And so, when he heard a disturbance, he took the closest thing to him—which happened to be a pile of rope, before wandering off to see what was happening. To his surprise someone had wandered into his home, but before they were able to do as they pleased, Ravi already had the ropes around the man. “I know there isn’t a door, but a little warning would have been nice.” His voice is stern as eyebrows knit together in frustration. This certainly was not how he wanted to start off his head, and it certainly wasn’t going to be the one thing he spends his day doing.

He was going to find out what the other wanted quickly before kicking him back out on his ass. “You have three seconds to explain to me what in the hell you’re doing here.” He frowns, eyes fixed on the figure in front of him.

[daxwonshik]

“Don’t you dare die on me!”

Cold, so this is what dying felt like. Ravi’s been cold before, but the cold that he was feeling right now wasn’t like anything he’s ever felt before. His limbs were heavy, and body weak. He can feel his heart beating in his ears, blood pumping to the wound in a futile attempt to keep the man alive. Don’t you dare die on me! The voice is female, and yet she sounds familiar, everything is blurry, and even though he knows who she is, he’s unable to make her out.

“You’re such a comedian.” He comments, and his voice is weak, his throat dry, which adds a hoarse undertone to his words. “We all know how this ends.” As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he knew that there was no way he was going to make it out of this alive. A walker had blindsided him while his back was turned, taking a rather large chunk from his shoulder before Kei had heard his screams. “Please, just don’t let me—don’t let me come back like that.” He could feel the life draining out of him and knew it was only a matter of time before he fell into a permanent state of unconsciousness.

Kei merely nods, though she’s refused to give up on him, even if she too knows his inevitable fate. It’s only then—when Ravi feels himself slipping further and further away—that everything flashes before him and there’s a small smile that’s gracing his lips. He supposes that starting off rough didn’t mean he’d end up living the same life they did. He’s rather content with the way it’s all turned out, despite how the world fell through so many years ago. He had met great people, and reunited with an old friend. But most importantly, he had fallen in love, and he thinks that’s the greatest wealth that anyone could ever ask for.

The world around him falls black, his breathing coming to a halt. And though it kills her, Kei plants a bullet in his forehead before leaving his limp body against the tree’s trunk. It isn’t how Ravi pictured himself dying, but he knew this day would come eventually—he just never thought that it would be so soon.

[daxwonshik]

“Why are your knuckles bruised?”

Ravi hates having to admit his faults to Naeun, but here he stands, knuckles bloody and bruised. It wasn’t like this was something he did on a regular basis, but when the life of someone he cares deeply for is threatened, he has no choice but to stand up and make a show of it. However, he isn’t too sure if he should tell Naeun that he had taken care of it with his bare hands, because he isn’t sure how she’s going to view him after this—and quite frankly, having Naeun view him as anything but perfect was out of the question.

However, he knows that she’s just as stubborn as he is, and won’t let up—not until she gets the truth from him. “I’m sorry.” It’s all that he can really say for himself, and though he isn’t sure she’s going to understand, he can only hope that the apology is enough, and that his actions speak for themselves. “I had to do it—I had to protect you.” Keeping Naeun safe is all Ravi’s ever wanted from the moment he laid eyes on her, and though he isn’t always around or able to keep her safe, when he is, he makes sure to do a damn good job of it—and he tries to make up for the loss time, despite knowing how his efforts are futile.

He doesn’t say much after this, save for another apology before he’s wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, because holding Naeun in his arms was one of Ravi’s ways of reassuring himself that everything was okay—that she was okay. And for a moment, holding onto that little flicker of hope was all that mattered to him.

[twdxkyungsoo]

Lost || Kyungsoo&Ravi

[twdxkyungsoo]

Hearing the walker speak confused the hell out of him, effectively halting his movements and looking down at it. Last time he checked the undead couldn’t speak and if for some reason this one does, it’ll be the first. However this one looked healthy, alive and the realization hits him so hard it had his eyes going wide.  “Oh my god—” Kyungsoo stuttered as he immediately got off from the person and lets go of his bat.

“I thought you were a walker, I’m sorry,” he apologized just as he noticed the stranger, a man, had caught himself in one of his traps and he winced at the teeth of the traps clinging on the stranger’s leg. It was bleeding.

“Are you okay?” The words were out before Kyungsoo could even stop himself and he nearly face palmed himself but focused on carefully detaching the trap off the man’s leg, knowing full well that he had hit the other on the head with a freaking bat and injured his leg. He’s done a lot of damage and it’s obvious that the stranger wasn’t okay.

“I—I’m really sorry,” Kyungsoo repeats as he turned to fully face the other, pulling his mask and hoodie down so he could see his face. He was worried, and a little shaken at the thought of being so close to killing someone. Again. “I-is your head okay? The trap’s mine too and—yeah. I’m really sorry, it’s my fault but my place isn’t far from here,” technically, it is far but he doesn’t tell him that. “I—I have some medical supplies there. I’ll need to treat you wounds.”

[daxwonshik]

Ravi grits his teeth as the other speaks to him, and he can’t believe that the other male is even thinking about apologizing for such a thing. “You have got to be kidding me.” His voice is filled with venom—and with reason, of course. It wasn’t every day that you found yourself caught in a set of binding traps, as well as almost bludgeoned to death by a baseball bat.

“Don’t you fucking dare--” He stops, because though he’s pissed off about this entire set up, he can’t deny the one person out here that’s actually going to help him—even if he’s the reason that he’s stuck like this in the first place. “And no, do I really look like I’m okay?” He’s sarcastic, and rude, but that doesn’t stop him from actually wanting the other’s help in getting him out of here.

He hisses in pain when he feels the other try to move the trap, because his leg feels about ready to just fall off. “What are you even trying to catch with traps like these?” It was a stupid question, because there were plenty of things that the boy could have been trying to catch—food, or even a walker. Ravi’s lost all sense of rational thinking, but once he’s freed from here and resting in a place that isn’t a walkers’ dream, he thinks the rational part of himself will return.

“I mean, these are great traps and all—but can you please just get this fucking thing off of me without making it worse?” He knows that undoing what’s been done is going to be a painful process, and he knows that trying to pry the stupid trap open is only going to make the gashes on his leg deeper. It’s something he’s both prepared and not prepared for. “Medical supplies? Are they any good?” Despite his current condition, he can’t help but question this man’s credibility now.

[daxwonshik]

“You busted my lip!”

Ravi merely stared at the other man before him, a rather smug look crossing his features. He knows the extent of the damage that he’s done, and yet he barely feels any remorse for it. But perhaps that was because the other man shouldn’t have been trespassing in his pharmacy. However, there’s a small sense of forgiveness that washes over him when he comes to and actually lets the other explain himself. “I--” He isn’t one to throw around an apology, but after a misunderstanding such as this, he supposes that it’s the least that he can do. “What was it you needed again?” He questions, opting to change the subject, rather than just facing it head on—he was good for that.

Once told that the other was a medic and in need of medicinal drugs, Ravi softened up—if only a little. He understand, from what he’s witnessed with Naeun—how important—and impossible it was to actually gather these supplies. “I over reacted earlier—I thought you were going to steal from me.” He explains as he wanders around the crumbling counter to find his bag. “Name it, and I’ve most likely got it.” Perhaps he needed a new perspective on life, because while most would try to rob him of everything he’s worth, he really did need to stop jumping to ridiculous conclusions all of the time.

[daxwonshik]

“Is that blood?!”

Ravi never once thought that he would find himself in this situation, especially not with Hongbin. He’s usually been really good at keeping himself hidden away from those he cares about—and those whom care for him whenever he’s in anything but top condition. However, today had been different from the other days, and he needed to be with someone.

He’s silent for the longest of moments after Hongbin’s questioning, because he doesn’t really know where to start. “Yeah, yeah it is.” He tells him, hand clutching at the wound on his opposite arm. “Now would you stop gaping at it and help me?” Again, he isn’t usually one to ask for help, so when he does, he isn’t necessarily the nicest person. Ravi overall isn’t the nicest of people, but he certainly does try—occasionally. “Please.” He isn’t one to beg either, but he knows that if Hongbin doesn’t help him now, he runs the chance of getting an infection in the wound, and that’s definitely not something he wants.

Once Hongbin finally agrees to help him, Ravi lets out a small, relieved sigh. He’s glad the other hasn’t asked about it yet either, though he knows that he’s going to end up telling him eventually anyways.

[daxwonshik]

“Don’t be alarmed, but I may have just run a guy over.”

The first thing that popped into Ravi’s mind the momentSeulgi told him about running a guy over was where did she even get the car? He was almost certain that afterseven years of living in shit conditions, the likeliness of attaining a vehicle—letalone a vehicle that actually still has a working engine—and fuel.

“Okay, but--” He stares at her with the most disbelievinglook he can muster. “Where did you evenget a car?” He’s not even concerned that she’s run someone over—they probablydeserved it anyways, and even if it they didn’t, it was one less person to getin the way—to take their needed supplies. “Or better yet, is he still alive?”He questions, an eyebrow raised. “Or did you take care of him so he doesn’tcome back as a walker once he dies from blood loss?” Because from hisexperience, not many people survive after being run over, and if this was justlike all of those other times he’s heard about, they better go back and finishhim off before he can turn and do the very same to them.