King of Thieves

❝ This thief was an artist of theft. Other thieves merely stole everything that was not nailed down — but this thief stole the nails as well ❞ Choi Junhong aka Axel thief extraordinaire loyal to vanguard

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announcement !!

it is with a heavy heart that I announce that i will be dropping zelo. I'm really gutted to make this notice but muse for zelo just hasn't been the same for a long time and its the best thing to do. but never fear my lovelies I will be back with a new muse soon so dont fret about my absence for long i won't be completely gone.

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Fade to black, Jongsuk&Zelo

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the other is moving backwards, and jongsuk’s eyes widen. no, he’d rather not. he doesn’t have the strength to keep up a fight for long, even if the other is unarmed. he steps to the side, reaching out to grab the boys wrist with his free hand and swiping his knife across his collar. it’s barely grazed him, and the thief escapes his weak grip quickly. but the deed is done and jongsuk backs off quickly. the knife had barely nicked him, and it’d take a moment for the paralyzing agent to kick in. 

“you’ve made a very, very bad mistake.”

his voice is not as calm as he’d like it to be - jongsuk is out of breath and shaking. his hands weren’t meant to hold knifes: he’s much more accustomed to the delicate handiwork required with a scalpel in surgery than the blundering buffoonery of a fight. still: he manages a smile when he sees the effects begin to take place: the dilation of his pupils, trembling fingers and the shortness of his breath.

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the whole thing was rather messy limbs flying left right and centre and it was very quick. a little too quick. junhong see’s the others hand trying to reach him and when it grabs him he’s quick enough to slip his grip but not quick enough for the bad. and the event was definitely not quick enough that the nick on his collar bone doesn't go unnoticed. shrugging it off initially he brakes away from the other and manages to get past him somehow. only to bite down on his lower lip from the stringing sensation of his cut. 

“w-what do you mean?” he manages to stutter out.

now turning his head to face the other, but the spinning sensation goes to his head too quickly ( or thats what he thought ) and practically stumbles his legs feeling a little bit like jelly. he gulped a few times and slowly began to find it difficult to breath gasping for breaths as he did. the smile is what sets junhong off and suddenly he realises that perhaps a simple blade was not all he had.

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I am so so sorry for my lack of activity as of lately!! I have been super busy and just not had the muse i used to have. however my muse for zelo has returned ( yay ) and you’ll be seeing more of me around. That being said if you’d like to plot with this ( not so ) lil cupcake then feel free to like this that goes for old members as well as new !! 

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"i can't breathe-- i--"

it had been a while since junhong’s eyes had laid upon the male that was before him at this moment in time. the last time was at a party, or maybe he had seen him since then - he wasn’t so sure any more. 

daehyun had probably come to poke more fun at junhong or do something mean and teasing like he always did and before the other even does anything he rolls his eyes at him. the thing that through him off guard was the comment he made and the actions that went along with it. throwing all thoughts aside he moved quickly towards him as he wavered and snaked his arm around the smallers shoulders to steady him in case he was to really fall over. 

his voice was quiet and soothing and his gaze held onto the older with a worrisome look on his face. “its okay I got you.” his eyes soon break the gaze he was holding in hopes of spotting somewhere he could take him to sit him down and calm him. and the only thing that comes to mind is the bench in the park thats about twenty-five steps away he calculates and prays its no more. 

“hey, listen to me. i’m gunna take you over to the bench and sit you down to see if it helps okay?” and without really hearing any answer his feet move in the direction of the bench. 

he counts as they move to make sure his calculation was right. which of course it wasn’t and he mentally cusses at himself for getting it wrong. all before his attention focuses back on his friend who claimed he couldn’t breath. he places him down gently on the bench before he moves in front of him and crouches down as to be nearer his height before asking any questions on the matter.

“do you feel any better? can i get you a coffee?” his voice still gentle then what it normally is and he places his hand gently on the others knee. “you’ll be okay now. you just need to calm yourself down and breath deeply and slowly.”

and junhong offers him a warm smile - a smile daehyun had probably not seen in a while.

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“Didn’t it occur to you that you’re hurting me, too?!”

he leans his back against the wall and he stays silent for a moment or two. her words flow in one ear and out the other and he cant really do much or even protest to her words ( like he normally would with others ) as he knew they were probably true. he had a habit of pushing people away when they got too close and never even considered that it would hurt people at the same time. 

a loud huff escapes from his lips and he keeps his eyes glued onto his feet, scuffing his shoes against the ground as he did so. he could feel her eyes burning on him like she was waiting for an answer that he knew wouldn’t be as quick to come as she would have hoped. 

after a long while of silence he finally looks up at her and shoves his hands into his pockets. telling himself it would be best to actually speak his mouth opened and finally he said something. “im sorry..” he mumbled before his eyes look away from hers once more. he wasn’t the type to like to be confronted like this and lord knew he’d been confronted way too many times in the past for his liking. he nods his head slowly before he speaks out once again.

”no really i am sorry, im not good with people going out of their way for me. so you doing it is weird to me and i just panicked and pushed you away.”

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"Serves you right".

she’s leant against a wall looking down at him lying on the floor. and its annoying him how she’s not bothering to help him up or anything but offers him a very sarky comment which he cant help but roll his eyes too. 

but in some ways she was probably right, he did deserve getting half knocked out from some kid that had kicked the football a little too hard that it smacked straight into his face. however at that point in time he was feeling sorry himself and he wanted it to stay like that for a while, until he was able to get up. he let out a loud huff and then sat up, looking up to her with an annoyed look on his face. “I swear you set that up.” was all he could say back in responce to her comment. 

heaving himself up off the floor, with no help from her. he brushed his hands over his jacket to get rid of any dirt and then proceeded to brush his hands together to get rid of anything that had gone on his hands. checking to see they were clean enough he then rubbed at his head and could feel a small lump and knew his forehead probably had a bruise on it. “and what do you mean i deserved it! when have I ever deserved getting a ball kicked in my face. you are just mean Krystal.”

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[ haVE FUN HAHA] “How long has this been going on? ”

he blinks a couple of times because a. the question and thrown him off guard, b. he had no idea what the other was talking about and c. donghae had woken him up from a well needed nap and his head was all over the place. he let out a very big huff, sulking that he had been woken up because work was starting to put a strain on his body and he hadn’t had much sleep the last week. he didn’t wanna be dealing with more drama then he already needed.

but regardless junhong had still let him into his apartment despite the sleep he wanted and needed. he leans his elbows on the breakfast bar ( because who uses tables anymore ) and his eyes glued onto the the others dark hues. “I dont know what your talking about Hae.” he replies back and then blinks a few times once again.

he wasn’t lying, and he knew that maybe donghae would take it that he was lying, because he always seemed to never believe what the other was saying. ”whatever you think I’ve done I haven’t.” and he nods his head as if to confirm his words before he moves and straightens up, turning his back on the other for a second or two to turn on the kettle to make them both a drink. it was also something to hopefully try and change the topic because it was starting to make him uncomfortable “coffee or tea?” 

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zelo being a cutie

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“What did you do?”

zelo had bumped into the other male while running away from the police. he wouldnt admit that to him but the other probably had his suspicions. he had been surprised when yang had made that accusation. not to mention he was a little hurt from it. so he huffed loudly and proceeded to give him a pout before he finally responded why any words.

“why you gotta always assume its me that’s done something.” he raises his brow up to the other male, suggesting that maybe it was him who had done something wrong. although they both knew zelo was the one to have done it - as always.

his eyes scanned their surrounding area as they walked through the busy streets, dodging on-coming people. zelo cussing at people who weren’t looking where they were going and bumped into him. his eyes constantly looking around for any police that might recognise him and seize him there and then.

after all he had just robbed a store - but he would never admit to that to the other male. his hands found comfort and warmth in the deep pockets of his pullover jumper. a poor choice of clothes despite how cold march still was. 

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“How much have you had?”

he stumbles over his own feet, and for a second the lanky tree he was looks like he’s about to topple over into a heap on the floor.

but he doesn’t, and a small hiccup escapes his lips as he tries to brush her off. waving his hand infant of his face as if fanning himself but he wasn’t and just looked like a complete and utter idiot. “not mu-ch”. his words are slurred and its evident he’s consumed a lot of alcohol to end up in the state that he is currently in.

as she tugs at his wrist to drag him to sit down in a booth at the very busy club, staggering he followed behind her because a. he has no choice and b. she’s stronger then she looks. he slumps himself into the seat and sinks into the leather. all before he changes his mind and sits back up, resting his arms on the table and his head in his arms. 

the base from the music is flowing through his body and the beginnings of a headache are starting to form in his head. almost tumbling along to the beat as it got stronger and stronger. and all of a sudden he doesn’t feel too good, not helping from the female leaning over to whisper in his ear words that he can’t quite understand and as a reply gives her a rather loud yet muffled groan. he can feel his stomach gurning, going round and round - or at least thats what he thought. 

and he knows that if he doesn’t leave now and try to get to the bathroom the pretty girl before him will see something she probably didn’t bargain for. 

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“I got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay.”

“My mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“I know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“Are they dead? did you kill them?”

“Do you know what you’ve done?”

“You’re either with me or against me.”

“Who the hell did this to you?”

“Are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”

“When was the last time you ate?”

“What do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”

“I’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”

“For how long? how long were you bottling this up?“

“I can’t breathe, i can’t –”

“I woke up, & you were gone.”

“Just tell me something, was it really worth it?”

“It’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

“Serves you right.”

“I think that you should go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m not crazy.”

“Don’t touch me!”

“You are not my family.”

“What, you thought you deserved better than a voice message?”

“What did you do?”

“How much have you had?”

“That isn’t water in that bottle, is it.”

“I can’t stand watching you destroy yourself like this.”

“Didn’t it occur to you that you’re hurting me, too?!”

“This can’t keep happening.”

“The only good part about being alone is that I don’t wake anyone up when I start screaming at night.”

“Holy shit–did you do that?!”

“How long have you been doing this to yourself?”

“I don’t want help. I just want the pain to stop.”

“I just can’t stand being alone anymore.”

“Please, don’t tell anyone.”

“I can’t stand to lose anything else.”

“I’m hurting you too much…you should leave.”

“Some things just aren’t worth fighting for.”

“I don’t even know why you pretend to care anymore.”

“Are you okay? ”

“You don’t look so good ”

“Sit down, you look faint ”

“Have you eaten today? ”

“Please, just rest for a minute please ”

“I’m worried about you ”

“What the hell happened? ”

“Did someone do this to you? ”

“What’s wrong? ”

“How long has this been going on? ”

“Why didn’t you tell me? ”

“I can’t not care about you ”

“Don’t tell me you’re fine. this is not fine

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/ rolls in like a boss / Hello lovelies i am back from my very short hiatus I put this lil cutie on. I was dealing with some things but I am back now. you will notice that i may have made some sight alterations regarding zelo (nothing too drastic mainly the design of things) his plots page has been redone ( seeing as most of the plots were with muses who were dropped ) and that can be found h e r e ;; 

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14

sentence/drabble prompts - number 14. “This is all your fault!”

“I-im so sorry!” he manages to mumble out after the coffee accident. His eyes glue onto the brown liquid stain that is now slowly spreading its way on the ladies white shirt - that didn’t look like it had been cheap at all. At this point in time he’s not quite sure what he should do, offer her napkins that would clearly not do anything to help or just apologise over and over like the loser he was. You couldn’t be too careful with what you did to people in this city because they could be part of a rival gang and get there revenge on you for things like this. And its enough for the boy to gulp really hard and finally decides to pick up a whole wad of napkins despite knowing it won’t do jack and offers them to her. “h-here take these.” he stutters as he notions the girl to take the white papers in his hand. He feels like an idiot, heck he is an idiot and hopes that she won’t be too pissed about what had just happened, even though by her words she was beyond pissed off. 

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“It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.”

sentence/drabble prompts - number 23. “It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.”

He had to think for a moment or two and process what she had just said, eyes blinking a few times as he did so. It made no sense to him and he couldn’t help but offer her a smirk, biting down on his lower lip to not laugh out loud at how wrong her sentence had been. “If I’m extremely not right, well doesn’t that suggest that I’m wrong?” he tilts his head to the side eyes beaming with playfulness as he questions her words. Shoving both hands into his jean pockets he can’t help but him to himself as he scuffs his foot against the ground. His eyes watching his foot as he does so. “But I suppose that doesn’t matter cuz in either case thats not true.” He grins and averts his eyes back onto hers. “You’re always so stubborn to admit that I’m right.”

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20. "Don’t yell at me.”

sentence/drabble prompts - number 20. “don’t yell at me.”

His eyes widen a little to the others comment and it makes him stop. How could he yell at Taemin. They were friends after all - pretty close ones at that - and he had just been shooting at him? No that couldn’t be right. For a moment or two he can’t quite believe that and without meaning to sort of ignores the other for a few moments before he realises he should probably say something back. “Im sorry Taemin, I didn’t mean to.” he cuts himself off and then looks down at the ground with sullen eyes. He feels bad, really really bad and isn’t quite sure what to say to make it up to him. After all he couldn’t even remember why he was yelling at the other. A heavy sigh exhales from his lips as he stares at the ground more and thinking of something to not make it awkward between the two then it already was. “I dont know why I did that to be honest. Im just tired and cranky and I’m sorry.” eyes finally looking back to the other as a small apologetic smile grew on his lips.

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( Jaeho / Brothers / Junhong )

“We may not be related by blood, but you are my brother and I will be by your side no matter what. If you ever get into trouble i’ll be there to help you out, always and forever just like we said.”

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"don't give me that look! it wasn't my fault!"

sentence/drabble prompts - number 16. "don’t give me that look! it wasn’t my fault!“

* before daehyun went to train as a cop*

His breathing is more like panting and he’s struggling to keep up with the other because despite how small he was he was pretty quick on his feet. He can hear his heart pounding in his ears and its almost enough for him to nearly miss what the other said. He grunts because at this point he can’t even laugh at the situation they were in. They had been running through the back allies from the club after a sticky situation had occurred for the two of them when a thug accused Junhong hitting on his girl (when in fact it was the other way around) and to save him Daehyun had bottled the guy over the head and they made a break for it. “Oh please! you could have just dragged me away like i wanted you to do in the first place!” he calls out slowly catching up to the other as they turned a sharp corner and down another alleyway. “You didnt actually need to the bottle the man. If you didnt we wouldn’t be running away from his henchmen that are chasing us right now.” a loud sigh escapes his lips despite his panting from all the running. His eyes were focused on the route they were running, hearing the men that were chasing them shouting from what sounded like not very far away. “We need to get onto the main street soon then we’ll be able to lose them in a crowd of people.”