ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʀᴀʙʙɪᴛ.

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇs ᴛʜɪɴɢs, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ʏᴀɴɢ sᴇᴜɴɢʜᴏ

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[fblxjonghwan]

— Anonymous Message || Jonghwan & Seungho

[fblxjonghwan]

"Of course you don’t" Jonghwan mumbled, rolling his eyes yet again. It wasn’t exactly a surprise for him, having the blond one denying it. He shrugged, perhaps it’d be better not to give it much importance as it was. His gaze carefully studying the other one. Seungho was simply staring at the floor, his expression quite impenetrable. Jonghwan assumed the other was lost in thought, it seemed to be quite a trait of those who escaped wonderland, go into a state of thought out of nowhere. The look on Seungho’s face was really not that different from the one Jonghwan often saw on Lovey’s. With a shrug he simply dismissed it, starting to look away from him.

He watched the car pass by with a major indiference, it was just a random black car, like many other in that city, he kept following it with his eyes until it was out of sight. It was only then that he realised that the man standing in front of him seemed rather odd. At first he had to do a major effort, trying to understand what the other was mumbling. He managed to understand "your fault" yet he had done nothing. Slowly he pulled himself away from the wall, taking a step forward towards Seungho with the intention to help him, however he suddenly remembered that this could simply be one of the other’s tricks.

Jonghwan stood still in that place, looking extremely bewildered. “Make what stop?” he asked, frowning at Seungho’s words. He couldn’t see nor hear anything. He could only wonder about what the hell was going on. “Look what the fuck are you trying to do? There’s nothing going on. Nothing i can stop.” His eyes scrutinized the other’s actions and expression more thoroughly. He seemed affected by something, but Jonghwan couldn’t really get what.

Had the rabbit lost his mind again? Or was he just pulling another prank on him?

[extwseungho]

Nothing he could stop. Seungho shook his head, his palm pressing to the side of his head as if trying to hold it in one piece. The ticking sound was so loud, it was almost deafening, it was throwing him over the thin edge that separated him from insanity. "It's always because of you... the watch..." he kept stumbling on his own words.

The watch. The round pocket watch. The only thing he brought with him from Wonderland, he couldn't get himself rid of it, even if he tried. And he had tried, several times.

The small watch was simply the only thing that seemed to bring him back to his twitchy, edgy, previous persona. It was as if a vessel of insanity, for that reason he had tried to hide it away, locked somewhere only he knew.... or so he thought. Jonghwan claimed to know where it was, he had claimed to have found it, and that was what made Seungho start hating him. If it really happened to be true, Jonghwan could easily control Seungho as he damn pleased.

He had no way to prove that the red haired had found the watch in anyway, but in a way, being around Jonghwan made him start feeling, hallucinating, the tick tock of the clock.  

[extwseungho]

note;

i feel a bit sad for not having welcomed any of the new members, but in a bit of self defense, i've been away for like a century... which i also feel quite bad about. Anyway, see this as a welcome from the, now always late, white rabbit. 

Also, do hit me up or like this if you want to plot with me, i'll drop by your ask and yeah.. 

[fblxjonghwan]

— Anonymous Message || Jonghwan & Seungho

[fblxjonghwan]

"A poorly paid whore… that’s quite a compliment comming from you, i’ve honestly heard you call me way worse." Jonghwan rolled his eyes, it would always come down to this, without a shadow of doubt. 

He took a step back, only to lean his back against the red brick wall behind him. Chances were that he would most likely end up staying like that for a while, quite foolishly he had to admit. “You sent me the message” he said slowly, his voice reflecting nothing other than indiference. The accusation had really no support whatsoever, only Jonghwan’s suspicion. But after all, looking back at all the times he had got prank calls, prank assignements and even god knows what more from Seungho, only to make the red haired mess up, he didn’t really need much to reach this conclusion and taking it for absolut truth.

[extwseungho]

Seungho frowned subtly, tipping his head to the side. "Sorry mate, i have no idea what you're talking about." He was being fully honest, but it was more than obvious that the other would not take it that way. His tone had let that quite evident, in fact. Not that he minded at all about it, he knew his reputation wasn't clean as about prank calling Jonghwan, nor about sending him anonymous messages making him miss curfew for a couple of nights. It amused him.

His gaze dropped down to the dirty asphalt, the irregularities on it making small puddles settle here and there. He wondered momentarily about the person standing in front of him. Despite hating his guts for the stupid joke, he wondered if Jonghwan was one to often think about the past. It so happened that to some the fable life managed to be better than the mundane reality they had come to face, and Seungho couldn't help but to wonder if the huntsman was like that. It actually troubled him in a way. Being this curious about a person he disliked this much, yet, it was in vain to try to avoid his own curiousity in any way.

As a car passed by, he suddenly starting hearing a ticking sound, his eyes immediately darting up. Feeling an odd weight on his pocket, as if it was there. He widened his eyes in shock, looking around quickly. "I-i'm... i'm allucinating, i must be. This is your fault. Your fault!" he started mumbling, feeling his heartbeat racing. Panic as the ticking sound still sounded quite loud in his ears. "Make it stop!" he glared at the red haired, finally speaking louder.

[fblxjonghwan]

— Anonymous Message || Jonghwan & Seungho

[fblxjonghwan]

Jonghwan kept his eyes focused on the approaching shadow, still trying to identify who could it be. It was only when the other stepped closer to a lamplight that he recognized the distinctive light blond - actually more white than anything - hair that was ridiculously flat against the other’s head due to the rain.

"I should’ve guessed," he mumbled, releasing the grip he detained of the pocket knife in his jacket. The one approaching was no threat, at least not like that. The white rabbit, Seungho as he was known now, had made a truly heroic effort in trying to make Jonghwan’s life a living hell, however he had never laid a finger on him. Perhaps because he was aware that it would end up backfiring. 

Suffice it to say, Jonghwan had fought back. No matter how many times the other would try to screw him over, Jonghwan would pay back, getting the other in some sort of trouble. Some would call them pointlessly immature, he couldn’t exactly deny it, however nobody really know why they behaved that way. It was a matter that dwelled between the two.

"You did this didn’t you?" he asked, louder so that the other one would hear him. 

[extwseungho]

He stood at a safe distance from the other, yet close enough to see the expression on the other's face. "What are you implying that i did really?" he asked in a cheery tone, quite obviously a fake one. "I must say.. you should really reconsider you career choice, you look like a poorly paid whore, it suits you quite well."

Their relationship pretty much summed up to insults, words of pure desdain, pranks and ways to get one another in trouble. Deep down he quite enjoyed it, after all, if his life happened to be perfect he would most likely end up falling back into a state of dementia only because things were too easy. Yet Jonghwan was really somebody that bothered him just by existing. 

Even if this had all started with a stupid joke said by the other - at least he claimed to be a joke but Seungho still had his doubts, - the red haired had never really inspired him trust. Even if everybody else, especially his roommate, would trust him their lives.

[fblxjonghwan]

— Anonymous Message || Jonghwan & Seungho

[...]

Soon enough he started listening to something other than the rain falling. Footsteps. Slow footsteps heading towards him. He tried to get a decent look to who was comming, yet that was pretty much in vain since he couldn’t see past the rain. Instinctively he reached for the small knife on the pocket of his jacket. Just in case.

[extwseungho]

Seungho's shift at one of the clubs had ended later than the usual, however it was on those occasional things that had no relevance whatsoever for him. Not anymore at least. He'd often see the other strippers - dancers as they'd rather be known for, a matter of pride perhaps - get upset whenever they were held back for whatever reason.

He pushed the heavy door, his way out of the noisy, damp, crowded club. The fresh air being almost a bless to his lungs, were it not for a minor inconvenient called rain. It was quite a surprise for him, since the weather forecast hadn't predicted any rain for the night, yet, once again, it didn't bother him. Even if he had left the umbrella at home and was now forced to cross the path home under the copious rain.

He walked slowly, seeing no real reason to rush over, since it was already passed curfew and he wouldn't be allowed in any way. Pacing around had seemed like a good option. The water would make his shirt stick to his body and that would refresh him, although he was certain to have a cold in the following days.

As he was starting to get to a block closer to the complex a he found himself looking at a shadow. That was all he could see at first, yet as he squinted his eyes he noticed a person. A red haired man it seemed. That immediately made his lips curve up in a slightly cruel smirk. There was only one man that dared to go around at that time, in those conditions and with such a flashy hair color that he knew of. The Huntsman. 

The night had suddenly taken a turn to become interesting, he thought.

[extwseungho]

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'Crazy' is a term of art; 'Insane' is a term of law. Remember that, and you will save yourself a lot of trouble.

Hunter S. Thompson

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