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Hee Sun. Human. 23. RP Blog for DtD KRP

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Lunatics || Baekhyun x Heesun

[ddxheesun-blog]

ddxbaekhyun:

“I think I’m adorable,” Baekhyun replied, deadpan. His words were a complete contradiction to his flat tone and expression. It was evident that at this point, he was just trying to rile the hunters up, to take out his frustration with the situation the only way that he could. 

He watched the hunter crack his knuckles, unimpressed. 

His eyes widened when the other captive suddenly stood and moved between them. Baekhyun was instantly on his feet as well, stepping forward as if ready to shoulder his way in front of the other man. Baekhyun could take a beating if he pushed these guys too far, but he wasn’t about to have a complete stranger take it for him. 

The hunter’s shove sent the other man stumbling backwards. Baekhyun mirrored his steps, falling back in surprise before bracing himself and letting the man back into him, steadying him as much as he could given Baekhyun’s still-bound hands. “Are you okay?” he demanded, stubbornly ignoring the laughter coming from the hunters. 

He wasn’t given much of a chance to get an answer. A rough hand curled around Baekhyun’s bicep and tugged him off balance. He had no choice but to stumble after the hunter that was dragging him towards the waiting truck. Of course, Baekhyun still shook off the man’s grip with a harsh jerk of his arm the second that he had his feet back under him. 

When he spotted the truck, his expression twisted. 

“An ice cream truck. Really?”

“I’m okay. Thank you,” Heesun replied, although the other was dragged away long before the words left him. 

Thankful. Heesun felt thankful someone caught him before he fell, or else it would’ve added to his embarrassment. A laugh in his face still stung his soul. A bitter reminder that he was still weak even when he tried to be strong. The wound deepened when a hunter yanked him by his arm. His muscles might as well have been made of straw with how they threw him around.

The struggle he had put up amounts to little progress. He broke away from the hunter’s grasp only to be picked up once more and carried into the truck. The aggressive prods forced him to continue walking all the way to the back. He refused to sit on the floor. Though his freedom was up for forfeit just because he lacked the physical abilities to fight back, he still had some sense of dignity. He leaned against the cold metal of the refrigerator. Alone in the truck, he maneuvered his way around so the cloth tied around his mouth fell down to the base of his neck. 

The patchy duct tape job on the window gave him hope that maybe he could get someone’s attention once the truck started moving. He looked from behind a large gap and saw of the other captive successfully pulling away from the hunter. Heesun genuinely hoped that the other would get away even if he couldn’t himself. 

[imsogray]

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help for not ;;

[ddxheesun-blog]

ddxmark:

Mark wasn’t used to people wanting to help him. Some wanted to change him and make him into a better person and then there was Iza, his sire, who was certain there were still good qualities in Mark. This human had no idea how ruthless Mark could be and if he manages to survive the night, the human would realize the man he is helping was not who he seemed.

“Mm, maybe,” Mark chuckled, entertained by the notion. He had been technically dead for the last twelve years, with the few occasions when the moon would make him human. 

At the offer, Mark scrunched his face. There wasn’t anything that anyone could do for him. He just sighed, “It won’t help… but do what you want. I’d rather not… die in an alleyway.”

“It won’t help” sounded a lot like “You can’t help” to Heesun’s ears. He knew... He knew he lacked the ability, but the fact that he knew somebody who could help had to count for something. He lifted Mark’s arm and placed it around his neck. “Don’t worry. I’ll find a way,” he stated as he wrapped an arm around Mark’s back. “Just stand up and we’ll take things one step at a time, yeah?”

Five foot seven and light as a feather, Heesun was in no place to offer support to anybody and yet here he was trying to do so anyway. “Alleyways are not a fitting place for anybody to die.” Maybe with the exception to certain hunters though.

[daxboxian-blog]

Lunatics || Baekhyun x Heesun

[ddxheesun-blog]

ddxbaekhyun:

Baekhyun’s eyebrows raised at the lack of reaction from his new companion to the word. He’d expected his explanation to be laughed off, or ignored, or maybe earn him a sharp reply from a terrified hostage that wasn’t all that appreciative of his humor. Instead, he saw a flicker of recognition in the other man’s eyes that said plenty in itself. 

The other man knew about the supernatural. 

Well, that made things easier. At least Baekhyun hadn’t accidentally resigned himself to explaining the existence of werewolves to a complete stranger. Though that would imply that Baekhyun intended to hang around here long enough to do so– which he didn’t. He was still weighing his options on how exactly he’d go about getting the hell out of here. 

He watched as their captors tied up his new companion. At his questions, he sighed and leaned back against the metal wall behind him. “They’re not going to kill us,” he assured, though his voice was deadpan. “They’re protecting us. Right boys?”

The question was directed at the man who had just finished with the other captive’s bindings. There was a challenging edge in Baekhyun’s words that the hunter apparently wasn’t fond of. At least judging by the scowl he threw Baekhyun. 

“Shut up before I gag you,” he warned, rising to his feet. 

Baekhyun’s lips tilted into a lazy smirk. “As fun as that sounds, you’re really not my type.” 

Somehow this person knew what they were facing. Heesun didn’t even care if he didn’t know whether this guy was trustworthy or not. The fact that he knew their situation better than Heesun did and that he hated the same people Heesun did sufficed. The other’s tone was unmistakable. The cockiness of those words saturated in wit rolled off his tongue effortlessly. Each phrase was lined with a sharpness aimed at the hunters’ throats. 

The cloth shrouded the smile that tugged at Heesun’s lips, but the amusement he felt was not shared by the other hunters. Heesun didn’t look but the sounds of the nearest hunter cracking his hands alone made him cringe. 

“You think you’re real cute huh, boy?”

Heesun scrambled to move quickly to cut off the hunter’s path. He couldn’t watch. Two hunters had to hold him back the time they made him a witness of his loved one’s death. With no one restraining him now, there was no point to just watch. Despite his hands bounded back and mouth muzzled, he stood in front of the hunter. 

He swallowed hard, counting himself rather lucky that half his face was covered up yet wishing the visible half didn’t betray his determination right now. The hunter moved forward and Heesun closed his eyes tightly. A hard push struck his shoulders and knocked him off balance. As he stumbled backwards a couple steps, he heard the hunter chuckling. 

“Alright, enough play time. Our ride’s here. No more funny business from the two of you.”

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help for not ;;

[ddxheesun-blog]

ddxmark:

“N-no,” Mark shook his head, not wanting any part of that. If he went to the hospital, they’d find it odd how his blood count was so high and why he was so pale and how by morning (if he lived), why his heart suddenly stopped breathing, but was still managing to look alive. He didn’t want to put up with that.

Why even bother saving him? He was getting what he deserved. He was going to die like this. He hated the blue moon. He hated how shitty he felt and that he was suffering all over again. He suffered twenty-one years with his heart and the last twelve, he lived freely. He did what he wanted to who he wanted whenever he wanted. 

He shook his head again, “I’d rather not… go to… the hospital.

Mark pushed his hand against the ground, slowly attempting to pick himself up from the ground, but his arm easily gave out. He groaned a bit, deciding he was fine just sitting, “Just leave me to possibly die.”

No? Heesun wondered if his ears were clogged. Why would anybody want to suffer like this? He wanted to catch the other as they stood up, but hesitated. Even during a situation like this he felt uncomfortable with touching someone without their gaining permission first.

“You don’t have to die,” he said, almost uncertain of the words he was saying. At least, he sure hope he had a way to keep this person from dying. He stayed crouched beside the man and searched his mind for any alternative.

As he thought about possibly leaving and carrying on his way over to his safe haven under Iza’s care, he broke into a big smile. “ We don’t have to go to the hospital. I know someone who can probably help you. Can you walk? --You can lean on me for support if you want?” He had seen this type of scene played out on tv before. It was the only thing he had to offer to the man, but he hoped it was enough.

[yoongisoo]

[ddxheesun-blog]

3/ ∞ of squishy soo

[ddxjooyoung]

some kind of ‘en’ ft. heesun

[ddxheesun-blog]

ddxjooyoung:

it is a mystery how things in front of your nose are the ones most often missed. the bakery is located on the same road you travel to and from work yet it isn’t till today do you register its existence. it isn’t until you wonder if yura would enjoy a slice of cake do you notice it, wondering under what pretense could you gift it to her. 

the bell tinkles above your head, aroma envelops you and you think it was such a pity to not have visited sooner. eyes take in the bakery before they settle upon the baker himself. 

you should have visited sooner. 

a voice full of soul, amplified by bathroom acoustics, and for a moment you see yourself wading into a river and letting yourself be carried away. drowning doesn’t seem painful when it is the lethe you surrender to. curiosity urges you forward, taking a glimpse at the reflection in the mirror — you’ll never forget. you can still recall the song with clarity. 

this is how you wedged yourself into his life, breaking your mold and the inherent awkwardness you carried yourself with, slipping into the chair beside him in class. a self-introduction, a scramble to keep a conversation going, and weeks and weeks of putting effort into cultivating this. hesitance lost as an arm is thrown over shoulders and you think it must be fate when houses are located in the same direction for an excuse to continue conversation until you reach his home. 

bolder or perhaps this is the natural process of things. you divulge — too much but never enough. you talk about a career on stage, of admiring fans, of selling your soul for those few minutes where everyone’s eyes are trained on you. this is what you were made for. ( you think this is what he was made for as well. to share this with you. )

the seat next to his is always occupied by you. elbows taking up space on his desk, leaning over whenever you forget your textbooks, scribbling into the margins of his journal because you weren’t sure how else to show affection. this was the first. so you signed your name in his journal because one day i’ll be famous.  ( because one day you’ll write a song for him. so please, remember me. ) 

when you were seventeen, you dreamed that one day he would be persuaded to join your band. when you were seventeen, you were so confident in what the future would hold for you. and then when you were seventeen, she took it all from you — your dreams and your best friend. 

occasionally you wondered what it would be like if you visited him. would he still be where he used to live? would he smile at you and welcome you back after the years of silence? what would you say to him? could you be sure that you wouldn’t harm him? 

there are claws threatening to protrude from fingers, a bloodlust that cannot be quelled, and a human too important to be at stake. 

yet years later, here you are; some kind of twisted reunion because fate has a sense of humor. nostalgia drags you under and you would rather act than let this chance slip away again. things might have changed but the memories remain. hesitance never existed in his presence anyways. 

“heesun,” you exhale, the syllables rolling off your tongue so naturally it feels like coming home.

You start thinking of a music staff. 

You think of little eighth notes that look like those days of sharing your lunch with him. Your excuse was that your mom packed too much when, really, you just felt obligated to give something back to him in exchange for his companionship.

You picture the sustained whole notes that remind you of the nights you spent over at his house. From the school yard to his place, you felt more at peace with him than around your own shattered family.

The rest notes, you realize, look a lot like the last moment you guys spoke. Words of anger fed into the building crescendo of tension between the both of you, until you decided that you couldn’t take it anymore and left. The piece is left unfinished from that point.

You don’t remember how to read music as well as before. You traded fluency in one language for another, from notes on lines to measurements of ingredients. You’re not quite sure how this song would sound, but you’re sure the composition of your past sounds a lot like the way his voice says your name.

“Jooyoung.” The name feels both foreign yet native in your mouth. You move forward instinctively, forgetting that there was a barrier between the two of you until you run into the counter. You bounce back and break out of your nostalgia daydream. The lines on his face become more prominent and clearer to notice. You wish you could read between the lines but it’s been so long since you’ve familiarized yourself with this language as well.

The emotions are there. You feel them stirring inside, trying to find the proper mechanisms to come out. Words fail you in an excruciating manner. The need to show him that after all these years, you’ve done well for yourself. You’ve found your voice ( as well as your happiness which later became your heartache. )

“How... How can I help you?” The script of your daily role overtakes the original question inquiring on how your oldest friend has been doing. He must be living out his dream by now. You look around, mentally picking the best the shop has to offer. You needed something to say “Congrats” and also “I’m sorry.”

“Can I interest you in some complimentary bread?” You think you sound smooth but you know that he can probably see right through you. He has a knack for that.

[ddxheesun-blog]

ddxjunhyung:

{ ddxheesun

Footsteps redirect him to the entrance of a bakery, one whose door handle is graced with a familiar grip, door itself pushed open lightly so as to maintain the silence of his arrival, until distance diminishes and his fingertips strum an absentminded rhythm against the counter-top, tentative eyes scrutinizing the environment. “Heesun,” reluctantly the name abandons his lips, only vaguely recalling the engraving of a name tag, “are you here?”

The owners look up from their work stations with flour on their faces, calling to Heesun. Heesun quickens his search for the roll of paper for the register. “Coming!” In his rush he rips open a new box and grabs one before rushing out. He straightens out his apron and uses his forearms to wipe at his face in case he had flour on it as well. The face at the counter brings him back to the other day. His brows furrow a touch. “H-Hi. How can I help you?”

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help for not ;;

[ddxheesun-blog]

ddxmark:

Mark tried to push himself up and he did, but it hurt and it just made him more frustrated. Was he just doomed to be miserable as a human? Because of the sins he made as a vampire, God wanted him to suffer? He’s never killed anyone, so why does he have to go through this pain of feeling like death.

He pushed himself up to be against the wall. If he was going to have to suffer through his pain, he’d rather not be lying in a puddle of dirty water and filth. A part of him figured he was going to die in this alley. 

What made it worse was the realization that no one was going to find him.

Why would they? No one truly cared for him. He was an awful person as a dying human, but he was far worse as a vampire. Possibly the only person who would care was his sire, Izayoi, but she was a human now too on that blue moon. She’d have no way to find him and she probably was too busy stuffing her face with human food while she could. What he wouldn’t give for a pizza.

A voice caused him to raise a brow to look at her. The figure was dim under the shitty lights that flickered. He was only really illuminated by the blue moon that continued to mock Mark as he suffered in pain.

The male scoffed, but it ended up causing him to cough into his hand, crimson liquid resting against his palm palm. He smirked a bit, “I-I’m sitting in… an alley… covered in mud and my own blood… i’m peachy…”

The cough sounded dense. The empty alley amplified the transition between choking sounds and the spitting out of blood. Heesun instinctively cringed at the sharpness in the other’s tone. The cacophony pained his ears and his mind alike but the realization of this stranger was in some sort of trouble struck a completely different chord in him. 

“Should I call an ambulance for you?” He reached back into his pocket, forgetting once more that he didn’t have his phone on his body. “Crap. I left it at work.” Useless. He was useless when he was captured by the hunters and he was useless now.  

He scratched his head in frustration. When facing an unknown stranger in an alleyway like this, he wanted to keep his distance. After facing those hunters, he just preferred to keep away from everybody. But reality sunk in and the sad fact was that he couldn’t have it both ways. He couldn’t be distrusting and also want to help. 

Hesitant steps closed off the distance between him and the other person. “W-what do you need?” His voice matched how his foot steps faltered, but he pushed himself to do this. If he succeeded in aiding someone this way, maybe it’d be enough to rid his mind of the sour taste those hunters left. “I can help you get to the hospital if you want.”

[ddxheesun-blog]

Playing Vet | Heesun + Jongdae

[ddxheesun-blog]

ddxjongdae:

Jongdae tensed as the human stared at him. A moment passed, impossibly long, before he watched the man’s hand begin to inch out. Jongdae shrunk closer to the wall behind him, his growl kicking up a notch in warning. Not that he could really follow through on it since Jongdae wasn’t sure he could even push back to his feet again. 

His entire body flinched when the light flickered on. He ducked his head and flattened his ears, expecting the deafening bang and imminent sting of a bullet any second. However, when several moments passed and it never came, Jongdae warily risked a peek at the human looming in the doorway. 

It was then that he realized that the flash of light came not from the muzzle of a gun, but from the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling above him. 

Jongdae’s ears lifted at the human’s assurance that he wasn’t going to hurt him. Though he was still wary, he raised his nose to sniff at the air, scenting the human from a distance while the human fumbled with his phone. The man didn’t smell like a hunter. Jongdae didn’t catch any traces of gunpowder or aconite on him. Instead, he smelled of flour and vanilla and cinnamon. He smelled like Minseok, and the realization blindsided Jongdae, tearing a desperate whimper from his throat. 

His eyes skipped over the section labeled “For scrapes and surface wounds” with a burdened heart. He didn’t know who this wolf belonged to but these injuries pained him on sight. The wolf deserved a better owner than the one he had, and definitely a better vet than the one Heesun was. After a few hurried flicks of his thumb, the “For deep wounds” section came on screen.

1. Apply pressure on the wound until bleeding stops.

With the amount of blood spilling from that injury point, the instructions sounded very fair and applicable. He tucked the phone back into his back pocket. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m going as fast as I can,” he apologized like a record on repeat at the wolf’s whimper. 

Both verbal and body language became the vehicles of which he tried to express that he was not a threat to the wolf. “Please don’t bite me. I will try to stop the bleeding now. Please trust me.” He lowered himself at a gradual pace, despite the urgency he felt in his chest. Inch by inch, he got closer to the wolf. 

There was no towel around that he could see so he settled for the next best thing. He took off his plaid shirt and folded it a couple of times. Hopefully it would help soak up the blood. Tenderly, he lifted the paw. The wet bristles of its fur painted his skin a deep red, but he kept going. He laid the paw on his shirt and folded the rest of it over the top of the paw. 

“This might hurt a little. I’m sorry,” he cautioned as both his hands pressed down on top.

[ddxheesun-blog]

ddxhongbin:

It was getting harder with each passing second for Hongbin to hide his smirk as the man’s eyes got ridiculously wider.

The delivery boy’s face was an open book and Hongbin could practically see the thoughts that were running through his head as his eyes started to frantically flick from side to side - obviously unsure what to make of Hongbin’s easy admission.

He was sure the man was misinterpreting the message on the cake (which was probably the intention of the sender) and while he usually tried to maintain an honest, clean front while he was at work to avoid anyone looking to deeply into his life, he was positive that he didn’t have to worry about the man in front of him.  He was far too flabbergasted to actually try to pry into the matter later on. 

If anything, Hongbin was sure he’s just provided a scandalous tidbit that the cake boy would look back on in stupefied fascination.

“You say that now but for the most part, I’ve been told I’m a rather boring teacher.  Not even movies can make history all that fun.”  He had no real reason to keep the conversation going but the reactions that he garnered from the dark haired man were far too amusing for him to actually stop.

“Well it’d be a waste not to take it since it’s already been paid for,” he reasoned with a casual shrug.  “And I doubt it’s been poisoned since my student went through an actual bakery instead of just leaving something home baked on my doorstep.  Now that I wouldn’t accept.”  And he shuddered at the thought.

“History’s not that bad of a subject,” Heesun blurted out softly. “I remember a lot of kids used to hate it but I thought it all read like a story in some way. I liked it.” He looked down, not knowing if he over spoke or not. The marks on his reports were never extremely high, but he took some joy in talking with his instructors and learning from them. “Maybe I should’ve baked my instructors a cake too,” he chuckled.

Heesun didn’t mean to be so affected by that poison comment-- It was just a joke after all and he knew that-- but he choked on his spit nonetheless. “What an imagination you have,” he sputtered. He stepped forward and held out the box to the history teacher. “Here. I can promise you there’s nothing but top ingredients in that cake. Please accept this cake.” 

Worst case scenario that he was afraid of this whole time was that the teacher wouldn’t want the cake. Given the message and circumstances, he understood why the cake would be rejected but this was his first delivery. In this case, returning to the bakery empty handed was actually a good thing.

[daxboxian-blog]

Lunatics || Baekhyun x Heesun

[ddxheesun-blog]

ddxbaekhyun:

Baekhyun’s hands were bound behind his back with some sort of cloth. A tie, maybe. Though the knot itself was impressive, the fabric was too slick, had too much give to be truly effective. That meant Baekhyun could get himself out of the bindings if he could only get a few moments alone. 

Not that it seemed like that would be happening anytime soon. The hunters– he’s figured out that’s who the morons that grabbed him were thanks to their chatter about the blue moon– seemed to be waiting on one of their partners to bring a truck around for the ‘next load’. By the sounds of things, they were rounding people up off of the streets to stash them somewhere for the night. 

Which wasn’t the worst idea a hunter had ever had, but Baekhyun didn’t have time to deal with them right now. He had to get home to Chanyeol before the moon rose. Which it would. Soon.

He glanced up when he heard footsteps approaching. He’s not particularly surprised to see that one of the hunters has returned with a new captive, but he isn’t particularly thrilled by the sight either. Baekhyun watched on, expression pinched, as the hunter placed a necklace identical to the one that now hung low on Baekhyun’s chest on the neck of the newest captive. 

“Silver,” he volunteered as explanation, voice mocking as he glared at the nearest hunter, “to ward off the werewolves.” 

"Werewolves?” The cloth around Heesun’s mouth muffled up his speech once more. That would mean their captors were... Hunters? He stood there dumbfounded that this entire set up boiled down to him crossing paths with these assholes again. Over werewolves of all things. Heesun would much rather side with the werewolves despite only meeting one in his whole life.

His new kidnapper took his arms and bent them back behind them. A piece of cloth bounded them together. The sleek feel of the threads against his skin was about the same as the one tied around his face. He wriggled his jaw from one side to the other. He repeated this motion until he discovered the sliver of space between the cloth and his mouth. The excitement died down quickly though. Even if he could get it off his face, then what? He could scream but that wouldn’t get him to the other side of the planet so he could be far away from these people.

He looked at the other captive with a curious look. “Do you know what they’re going to do to us?” His voice, thankfully, came out clearer than before now that the cloth didn’t cling to him so tightly. “Are they going to kill us?”

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help for not ;;

[ddxheesun-blog]

ddxmark:

It’s happened a few times, much to Mark’s chagrin. This wasn’t his first blue moon, but he fucking hated the blue moon.

It wasn’t like a normal moon. This moon was like God fighting back against the demon creatures that walked his Earth (a quote from an older vampire he met years ago when he happened on Mark in his condition). This moon turned vampires back into humans. It usually just vampires dining on foods they couldn’t eat before, but for Mark, this was the worst.

He returned to the place he was before he became a vampire - his heart may have been pumping again, but just barely.

Mark tried to get back to his studio apartment quickly, but the sun dropped sooner than he would have liked. He felt his heart beat and his entire body felt like he was being electrocuted. His hand gripped his chest as he moved towards an alley, ignoring the curious eyes. 

The male dropped to his hands before rolling onto his back, his tearful eyes glaring up to the sky. His hand moved to his chest as he struggled to breathe.

“This… fucking heart… maybe this time…. you’ll win,” he grounded out in anger.

Heesun ran and continued to run. The silver chain placed on his neck by the hunters swung like a pendulum from side to side. Left, right, left, right, counting the seconds since his escape. He stayed on the main roads since he didn’t know any short cuts well enough and lacked the courage to venture out altogether.

He just wanted to go home and be in the safe confines of the familiar four walls of his room. That was what the hunters wanted, right? For him not to be out? But he was. If danger was lurking around him, he was a live prey for them. His fear kept him from removing his kidnappers’ chain, but he didn’t want their protection. His trust towards them remained as shallow as ever. His feet moved towards the direction of Iza’s place since she, and she alone, was the only one he entrusted his life to.

A loud engine roar that sounded like the hunters’ vehicle struck fear into his heart like a wooden stake. He ducked into the nearest alley way and followed the labyrinth windings on blind faith. 

The path brought him to a person on the ground. His hand pressed over his silver chain as if there was a holy cross at the end of it. Between the hunters at one end of the road and this person at the other, he willingly close to go forth towards the latter.

“A-Are you okay? Do you need some assistance?”

[daxboxian-blog]

Lunatics || Baekhyun x Heesun

[ddxheesun-blog]

ddxbaekhyun:

ddxheesun

The sun was already too low in the sky for Baekhyun’s liking. 

He needed to make it back to the house before nightfall. Tonight would be Chanyeol’s first blue moon, and there was a lot of preparation that needed to happen before that moon had a chance to rise. Things like getting the new werewolf somewhere remote and confined, preferably. The last thing that his new roommate needed was to wake up covered in blood– whether it was his own or not. 

So Baekhyun had been running around town and trying to gather supplies needed for tonight. He figured the chains he bought would be near useless, especially given the fact Chanyeol was probably an alpha, but it didn’t hurt to try, right? 

(The look that the sales clerk had given him when Baekhyun had placed his purchases on the counter was a small price to pay if it meant keeping his roommate and the rest of the city safe tonight.)

Arms loaded down with his heavy shopping bag, Baekhyun was only a few blocks from the house when he was grabbed by either arm and drug roughly away from the street. A hand clamped over his mouth before he could draw breath to shout. Baekhyun struggled against his captors with every ounce of strength he possessed, but to no avail. They kept his arms immobilized and no matter how hard he bucked, he couldn’t shake his assailants off. 

His bag of groceries fell to the sidewalk, where the contents spilled out onto the pavement, forgotten.

Like a fly that kept floating around Heesun’s head, this man followed him around without rest. Questions beckoned more questions.

“Are you heading home?”

Heesun wasn’t.

“Lemme walk you home.”

Heesun declined.

He insisted but Heesun cut in front of the other and walked away with a hurried pace. After hearing all of that, he really didn’t want to lead this man to his home. He had no destination in mind. Any place that was far away from his pursuer served was ideal. 

Even after his resolution to shake this man off his trail, the man did not stop and neither did his badgering. Heesun stuck his index fingers into his ears to drown him out. He stopped short of an intersection, trying to decide which direction to travel in next. He felt a cloth pressed against his mouth and felt the tightening of it as it was tied behind his head. A firm grip closed around his arms, holding them tight against his torso,  and lifted him up. 

“Hey!” His scream came out muffled. He tried to free his right arm by tugging and squirming as hard as he could but the grasp only constricted even more . The more he struggled the greater the pain on his arm became. The steer strength of this kidnapper astounded Heesun. One corner turn after after, he just kept carrying Heesun without a hitch. 

“What are you guys doing??” He shouted against the cloth when he saw another person being grabbed as well. He was soon thrown down and dragged over to the other captive.

The other captive looked young. Scared. Even a little angry. His emotional state matched everything boiled under Heesun’s skin from the looks of things. A silver necklace was then placed around his own neck. He pulled away as forcefully as he could but no luck. 

He looked back at the other captive with a look of resignation that seemed to say, “I wish I could help you but I can’t even save myself.”

[bulletnotproven]

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kgems:

BTS (Jungkook) - Working (Cover of Zion.T’s “Yanghwa Bridge”)

Let’s be happy, let’s not get hurt

[ddxheesun-blog]

Playing Vet | Heesun + Jongdae

[advxmingyu]

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But he didn’t find his way back to the apartment. Instead, he ended up in the storage shed of a bakery that wasn’t even Min’s, tricked by the familiar scent of flour and espresso beans and too high on pain to notice. By the time that Jongdae had realized his mistake, his legs were too weak to carry him much longer and his vision was too blurry to try. Resigned to his fate, he managed to tip a giant bag of flour onto its side to create an impromptu bed before he collapsed. 

He wasn’t sure how much time passed before he was startled awake by the door handle rattling. If Jongdae had thought he felt lightheaded before, it was nothing compared to how he felt now. It was like his body was suddenly too heavy and took more strength than he had to move it. 

So he did the only thing he could do– he flattened his ears and bared his teeth, bristling and shrinking in on himself. 

He just hoped it would be enough to scare off the intruder.

[ddxheesun-blog]

Heesun looked around, desperate for someone to tell him what to do. The voice of reason appeared first, as it usually did. This voice sounded a lot like his grandma, he came to realize over the years. “Close the doors and call animal control.” A logical response. The wolf could’ve been teeming with rabies and god knew what else. Even if it was clean, it could probably snap its jaws around his throat or shred his stomach with its claws. 

The voice of self-preservation, one that sounded like his step-dad, butted in next. “Kill it before it can hurt you and other innocent people.” Also a logical response, even though it required much more bravery from him than he currently possessed. Regardless, he blocked that voice out out. There was no voice of impulse that came after but he knew what he wanted to do. 

He inched over to his right, hand extended out and reaching for something. His fingers ran over the switch and at a quick upward flick a dim light illuminated the shed. Despite the faulty light bulb that they’ve been meaning to change for weeks, he saw enough of the situation to where his own voice kicked in. “The animal is hurt. I have to help it.” 

Blood pooled around one of the front paw of the wolf. The ivory of its teeth stood in contrast to the sight of dark liquid on the ground. They were bright and free of any crimson stains that would suggest it got in any violent encounters. That alone cemented his decision to aid the poor beast. “Don’t move. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said without thinking. He shook his head and struck the top of his head with an open palm. Why did he think that animal would understand him or his intention? 

“Stay,” he used a firm voice to accompany the command, as if the wolf was any regular dog. From his pocket, he pulled out his phone. The slight tremble of his thumbs made it hard to type accurately. He retyped “How to treat wolf bleeding paw” about five different times due to the typos. He knew nothing about first aid and even less about animal care. Google was his only friend at a time like this.

[captivatesme]

please explain kyungsoo