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im going to be leaving, sorry. ive had fun here ono
「The Flaws Of Mortality 」
It was quiet and and took him a moment to realize that what he heard wasnt wishful thinking, but Daehyuns voice that reverberated off his ear drums in a broken way. He still felt stiff before the warmth covered over the nerves in his hand, his fingers immediately curled over Daehyuns palm and rose his head. The free hand rose and cupped the side of his face, his thumb grazing against his cheek - not minding the salty tears.
"I’m here." he sighed happily, his hands were shaking from the fear that had tightly embraced him and then so suddenly let him go. But god he was thankful for the moment, Holding the others hand tightly and pressing his lips firmly against his lovers forehead, his skin was warm and coated in a thin layer of sweat, but Yongguk didnt care much about that. Just that Daehyun was still breathing.
The nurse also let out a sigh of relief, feeling exhausted herself for everything that just happened. “I’ll.. leave you two some privacy.” shooting a glance in Yongguks direction. “I will be right back.” it was a warning more than anything else. But he paid no attention to her, his focus was completely on the necromancer that was barely conscious.
To say that he was dazed was to put it lightly. Daehyun felt like he had run a thousand miles without a break, his body run over by a truck. Every part hurt, and the worst thing was that he wasn't sure what was real or fake any more. Blinking up at the elder, he shakily wiped away his remaining tears and took a rattling breath. "Gukkie?" He couldn't trust his eyes, which were still accustomed to the darkness. He couldn't trust his body which created pain where there wasn't any. He couldn't trust his mind, because it had never been his own. Daehyun was a prisoner of himself.
Taking another deep breath, he closed his eyes and relaxed as best as he could, staying limp in the elders hold. All the energy and fight was drained from him, each part feeling more battered and bruised than the last. The woman left, but he didn't bother looking away from Yongguk. Nothing else mattered at the moment, not even the fading feeling of pain that still rested deep in his heart.
"I want to go home. Can we go home, hyung?" The words were slurred on his tongue, barely forced out but he didn't care. Daehyun just wanted to lie down beside the elder and fall asleep and pretend like nothing had happened, like the entire day could be erased and they wouldn't have fought and the demons wouldn't have taken over and left him wanting to die. "Can we please leave now? I don't want to stay here any longer."
HOLY FUCK YOO YOUNGJAE
「The Flaws Of Mortality 」
Placing his shoulder back into position, and getting it bandaged. Feeling bitter that she wasnt being listened too - why the logic wasnt sinking in or why it was so easily brushed aside. With that, she no longer cared, dismissing her care for the two of them, for the younger. If he wanted to inevitably become killed by this…abuser then so be it. It wouldn’t be her problem for much longer.
Pain was not a foreign emotion any more. He had felt it when he had been hurt by Juggernaut, a physical torment that had burned in specific spots like lava through cracks. He had experienced heart break - waking up to find Yongguk wasn't beside him, seeing him for the first time in two years dating another girl, realizing that he still was not good enough for the elder. Mental pain, however, was on a different calibre. It affected his mind and his body all at once, controlling every part of him and melting it all down into a mess of acid.
Daehyun screamed inside of his head. He begged the demons to stop. He promised them anything, take anything, as long as this anguish stopped. But it didn't. Because, now he realized, they wanted to draw it out. For whatever reason, they had decided that making his life difficult was much more rewarding than moving to Hell. They had a host, a source of entertainment, and a way to break him down piece by piece.
Seconds ticked past, slowly, one after another and it each felt like eternity. There was no ending. It could have been seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks. He didn't know, but it didn't matter at the moment. Not when he was burning in the depths of Hell.
You aren't worth it...no one wants you...fucking worthless...don't you want to die, Daehyunnie?...can you see a point in living?...how sad...you survive merely for that man who does not care about you. They screamed and murmured and sighed into his ears, picking at his flaws and weaknesses and the little pieces of him that he kept hidden away from everyone but couldn't hide from himself. It was a box of mirrors; turn one way, turn another way, it was all the same thing. Smoke and flames and words, words, words.
From the depths of this torture, he could hear Yongguk's voice. It was amplified and loud and it shook the mirrors, making him cringe in terror. The voices would never go away. They were with him forever, always there, always whispering in his ears and never, ever going away. Yongguk couldn't promise him that. As much as he wanted the elder to be able to keep that promise, he knew that it wasn't something that he could say. Not when he was lying here, dying from the inside out and his lover couldn't feel a single piece of what it was like.
The pain began to fade slowly. It was little by little, until his fingers could move and he could twist his head to the side. Tears slicked down his cheeks, chest heaving from quiet sobs. Daehyun forced his arm to lift, the one that wasn't tightly bandaged up, made it reach across the sheets and clumsily grab at the elders hands. "Yongguk." He croaked, almost passing out from exhaustion. Please let it be Yongguk. Please don't let the voices be true.
❝ red light district ❞
With just a half-hearted roll of his eyes, he continued to ignore the petty look to start an argument. He knew how stubborn Daehyun could be, unfortunately.
A small frown tugged at the corners of his lips but, unsurprisingly, the dark-haired male chose not to respond. That following silence, however, was shattered by Youngjae’s quiet voice after he had taken another swig of alcohol. “I don’t know, you’re right. But isn’t that the same with every other burden? You will always be able to find something else to worry over… It’s human nature.” He concluded quietly. As far as they go, Youngjae knew he wasn’t the most comforting of people. It wasn’t in his nature, and he couldn’t do it when he tried. He turned to observe his friend quietly, a sigh leaving his lips. The other probably thought that he was being hard on him, but his thinking was impulsive and reflexive. He didn’t usually have a filter on his words.
Lost in his own contemplation, he was jerked out of his thoughts at the less than threatening insult. Arching an eyebrow, he just nodded slowly with an amused smile. “A dumb ugly meanie… sounds about right,” he shrugged, laughing silently as he pressed the glass to his lips again.
Youngjae brought up a good point, he always did, but logic didn't suit Daehyun. He went off what his heart and other people told him. "I would give anything to get them out of my head. Not having them...it might show me other things to worry about, but nothing could compare to not having to listen to them every day."
Blessed silence; a gift on the best of days. He had a few seconds, maybe a full minute of it every few months. Intense pain, raging lust, overpowering anger. Those were the few emotions that actually managed to block his demons for a certain amount of time before they came back. Daehyun couldn't get rid of them for long. "Imagine me talking in your ear every day. Every day for the rest of your life. Forever and ever and eve." He narrowed his eyes, leaning forward and flashing a grin. "Wouldn't you want them out as well? Especially if it was multiple me's."
Huffing as Youngjae seemed to blatantly laugh at his insults, he leaned back in his seat and stewed for a few seconds, trying to think of something that would get under the younger's skin. Nothing came to mind. "Even you admit it." He finally grumbled, pushing his lips out into a pout.
yjayo: #happy
「The Flaws Of Mortality 」
Yongguk wasn’t sure how to feel with the women watching the sight, but for the moment he didn’t care and he didn’t want the voices to progress and get worse. “You’re strong Daehyun, I love you. Please be strong for me? I know you can.” Trying to speak in a calm tone and hide all the panic and worry, he gave another smile that was much more natural and less forced. “Find the north star Jagiya.”
It wasn't fair. Daehyun had asked himself the same question over and over again, spent late nights pondering over it and beating himself up on two words. Why me? Why had he, out of millions and millions, ended up with the special gene that rendered him different, gave him special powers that seemed more like a curse than anything? And out of those millions, why did he end up with necromancy? Why had his genes suddenly coded and mutated to the point where no one else in the world had the power that he did? Out of six billion people, Daehyun had gotten necromancy. He was the one that was stuck with the voices and the ghosts and the pain and the constant torture of being alive. It didn't make sense. It wasn't fair. Why me?
And now, lying in the hospital with his lovers arms around him and a broken shoulder, Daehyun was plagued by the very odds that had given him the worst luck in the world. They knew him well, they knew when to hit him, when he was down and unable to fight. That was when they began to plant the seeds of doubt in his mind, shove little plants in the cracks of his walls that would grow and become stronger and eventually cause his defence to come crashing down.
The worst part was that he was so close to giving up. It would be so easy. A simple request, let the demons take over, the pain would be older. He wouldn't need to listen to the voices any more. The demons would make it quick - they wanted to leave as fast as possible - and he wouldn't feel a thing. So easy. A single sentence could end it all.
Yongguk-not-Yongguk sensed that, because he could hear the tense, excited edge on the demons voice when he spoke next. Do it and make it easier for all of us. I would be happier without you. Can't you see that you're holding me back? Its your fault that I broke up with Woori. Another weak point of his, one that was not voiced to anyone, especially not Yongguk. Would the elder have been happier if he did not arrive, if he could remain blissfully unaware of the fact that he was still alive? Daehyun did not know, and the unknown was what killed him.
There was another voice, but it was faint and distant, like listening through cotton. This voice was different from the one that was still talking, but Daehyun clung to it and strained his ears to hear those words. Yongguk, the real Yongguk, was out there somewhere past the darkness and he was waiting for him. Daehyun could not give up because he had just found his lover again and giving up would mean that he would leave. All those false words. You actually think I love you? You're so easy to play with. Nothing but a good fuck. It's nice that you're so attached, really. But why should I love you? I could do so much better than you. The not-Yongguk was back, louder than ever, demanding his attention. It growled in his ears, that deep, husky tone that never failed to send shivers down his spine.
The pain increased as well, fire burning through his veins and boiling his blood. He couldn't think past the pain, muscles locking as invisible flames licked up his limbs and scorched his skin. They held him down, keeping him from flailing. Daehyun stopped moving to the point where the nurse could continue her treatment, but why couldn't they see that he was being burned alive? Cruel hands grabbed his ankles and wrists and torso and neck, preventing him from trying to desperately put out the fire. In the medieval times, people were put to death for speaking to the dead. Daehyun was being burned on an invisible stake.
Tears seeped from his eyes, the only part of his body that responded to the pain. His eyes struggled to focus on Yongguk, the real one who was in front of him, not the one that whispered poisonous things into his ears. 'Find the north star'. How was he supposed to search for it when everything was a blur of blackness and crackling red? Couldn't Yongguk see the fire? Why wasn't he trying to put it out? Why wasn't anyone doing anything? Eyes rolling back, Daehyun took a shuddering breath that burned through his lungs and fell limp, head lolling to the side.
Make my death quick...
❝ red light district ❞
He opened his mouth to argue back despite his previous mental resolve, but he promptly lost his train of thought when the other’s finger met his cheek. He pulled away immediately, shooting a glare in the other’s direction as he let out a small huff. Ignoring the last response, he merely occupied his mouth by drinking again so he did not have to reply.
It was hard to describe how he felt when he rarely thought about such things on a normal basis, but if he had to give it a word, he supposed it would be mellow. If there was one thing alcohol did to him, it was relax him; this was another reason he knew he couldn’t drink too much. Glancing at his friend once more, his hand paused on its way to press the bottle against already parted lips once more. Lowering it, his head tilted thoughtfully, and he asked quietly, “Have you ever thought about what it would be like if that were true? How do you know it would be any better?” Even without visible spirits, the world seemed scary enough as is.
Slightly startled from his almost trance-like state, Youngjae just scoffed and let the other male have his mini tantrum. “Look like what?” he raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips when he got the expected response. “Thought so.” Shrugging off the accusation, a smirk graced his lips as he hummed quietly, jauntily downing more of the fizzy liquid he had grown more accustomed to. “Never said I was nice.”
Grinning in victory as Youngjae paused to glare at him, he crossed his arms over his chest and grinned smugly back. In his mind, that totally was a point on his half.
Closing his eyes and tipping his head back until the back of his skull hit the soft leather cushions, Daehyun played with the rim of his drink and shrugged. Life without the voices? He couldn't imagine it. But it must be peaceful and quiet. "Nothing could be worse than this, Jae." He replied quietly, pressing a hand to his temple. The constant voices, the niggling in the back of his mind that threatened to take over his body at a moments notice, the fear that he had when he closed his eyes. Death would be better than this. "You don't know what it's like. If everyone else is able to live without the voices, why can't I? What could the ghosts protect me from that would make having them any better?"
He calmed down quickly enough, taking another long sip of his drink and was surprised to find it almost empty. And yet, he didn't feel calm. There was still that deep set jitters in his bones, shaking him just enough that he couldn't sit still. Grumbling under his breath as Youngjae began to preen, he crossed his arms over his chest. Not fair. "You're an ugly meanie." Perhaps his insults were not up to par, but his regular cussing would no doubt get them kicked out of the bar. "You...you're dumb."
❝ red light district ❞
"Yes, but after that energy runs out, you crash," the boy pointed out logically. Letting out a sigh, he decided it would be better to stop arguing over this petty topic should the other choose to continue.
Regarding the drink with an almost disdainful wrinkle of his nose, Youngjae just sighed and offered a noncommittal shrug of his shoulders. “I guess…” He drank a bit more, taking bigger gulps than before as he sank back into the cushions. He sat in a peaceful sort of silence, but it was quickly broken with the somber words that cut through the quiet air like a knife. Head turning towards Daehyun and fixing him with a blank gaze, the boy nodded slowly before taking another swig from the bottle. “It’s not something that is avoidable,” he stated factually with another glance towards the other male.
"Could’ve fooled me," he muttered, but he held back the somewhat playful comment that the other was much younger than he seemed, not only in appearance but in mannerisms. "I seem much older than you," he taunted, though in a slightly joking manner.
"That's when you get to sleep!" Arguing back because Daehyun was never wrong, he leaned forward and poked the younger on his cheek, knowing how much he didn't like it. "Sugar is good for you. Trust me."
Fitting his lips over the bottle again, he took a long drag of the alcohol and sighed. It was taking too long for the soju to work through his system and take off the edges. Tempted to buy another drink to chase down his fear and pain, Daehyun glanced up at his friend and pressed his mouth together in a straight line. Yes, he knew that. Without death, Earth would be overpopulated and crowded and diseased. He understood all that, but it didn't make it fair. "I wish...." He revised his words carefully, playing with the chain around his neck. "I wish I couldn't see all of them, I guess. Or only some. I don't know."
Eyes narrowing at the comment, he pushed his lips out in a pout and then realized that it directly contradicted his next words. "No you don't!" Squealing indignantly, Daehyun huffed as he pointed an accusing finger. "You...you look..." He trailed off, because it didn't make sense to say that Youngjae looked younger than him. He was younger. "You...meanie!"
「The Flaws Of Mortality 」
Their eyes met and his stomach sank, taking in all the fear in a simple glance. No words would have been good enough to console and comfort the terrified mutant, giving a warm smile and a nod that shortly followed after. “I wont.” a simple statement that had strong sentiment behind it, continuing to string his fingers through the soft hair. The only way he knew to give Daehyun some type of comfort, though with every move that he made he was being watched.
“He needs to be sitting up.”
The women hissed, her tone heavy with irritation, unable to piece the two of them together and make sense out of the situation. All they read was toxic and unhealthy - way to dependent on each other for god knows what reason. Her eyes shifting up towards the larger man, the abuser in the relationship - She assumed he was with the other for the attention, the sense of strength and very obvious control he had over the smaller man.
Then they slowly shifted towards the sobbing mutant, co dependent with an overwhelming fear of being alone. That was why he was with the abuser - too weak to be on his own, desperately justifying every bad thing the other does to him for the sake of not being alone. If there was a true functional relationship there, she couldn’t see it.
Yongguk glanced down at Daehyun, tired eyes and desperate for sleep he wanted to talk to the nurse as little as possible but it was unavoidable. “Is it going to hurt him if i sit him up?” hesitant to just up and move the necromancer up, she didnt look at him - avoiding his gaze like the plague and she shook her head. ”Not much, must me a shame for you huh?" speaking with venom in her voice, sure to make hits at him in anyway she can.
Clenching his jaw as his eyes remained on her for a second, she seemed un-rattled by his glare still holding the materials to continue sticking his arm. Using her hand to gesture him to ‘hurry up’ his tongue ran along the back of his bottom lip as he tried to keep himself calm, for the same of his lover. With a deep intake of air he did his best to prop Daehyun up, but with very little ability to hold his shoulder and keep him up - the only conclusion he came to was allowing the other to rest his back against Yongguks chest.
The women rolled her eyes, the way they acted was almost revolting. Accepting that she would never understand - hesitantly making her way towards the tired figure and continued to thread through his skin. She was almost finished with that part, the abuser just needed to keep him still for the bandaging and he would be fine.
Head lolling to the side, Daehyun allowed himself to relax against the elder. The medicine was taking full effect, leaving him dazed and sleepy. He was scared that when he closed his eyes, Yongguk would disappear and he would be left alone with this crazy woman. Eyes slipping shut, he groaned softly as he was pulled up. It yanked on his shoulder and his ribs, but he couldn't feel anything other than the sensation of his skin being tugged.
Daehyun could tell what she was insinuating, he knew that she thought about their relationship. Only if he could move his lips and tongue, he would be able to explain to her that Yongguk made him happier than anything and the fight had been his own fault. Perhaps she would then understand that he really couldn't live without him, no matter how many times that he was hurt on purpose or not.
Rested against the broad chest, he pressed his lips against the others neck and sighed softly. "Don't like it." Mumbling incoherently, Daehyun fumbled blindly until he managed to grab onto Yongguk's finger and hold it tightly. He didn't like the medicine; he could take pain. It would be better than this drowning feeling that rendered him unable to move and barely able to talk. "Unghh..."
The fingers through his hair soothed him slightly, kept him calm enough to not fight again. His body stayed still, limbs weighed down and still. Inside his mind, however, the demons had finally woken up. Weak. He doesn't want you. The voices manipulated their voices, going deeper and huskier. It sounded like Yongguk's voice. Look how weak you are, Daehyun. I don't want you any more. Shut up. Shut it all up. Daehyun didn't want to hear it, he couldn't listen to Yongguk's voice say those things to him.
Pain spiked through his head, ice cubes inside of his brain and acid in his blood. The medicine stopped physical pain, but it couldn't stop mental anguish. "It hurts!" Crying out in panic, his limbs found strength and he flailed again, turning his head from side to side and trying to tell Yongguk about the demon. "He's hurting me!" You're pathetic. "Help me..." You don't deserve someone like me. I don't want you any more.
❝ euterpe ❞
A click of a door, bathing the room in darkness as he fumbles to find the light switch. Daehyun checks, once he can see, that the door is locked.
The room is small, isolated from the rest of the school, a few music stands and lone instruments lying around. This is more of a storage room than the impressive music rooms that the academy hosts, but it suits what he needs and he can't complain about the dusty shelves or chill.
Finding a seat on an abandoned chair, cold and dirty, Daehyun clears his throat and begins to run through scales. His throat stretches painfully, unused to being subjected to this kind of practice. Soon enough, he can reach the same notes that he achieved through years of hard work and constant, obsessive singing.
Clearing his throat yet again, a nervous tick that appeared whenever he was about to open his mouth for reasons other than to talk, he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his breast pocket. Words copied from a computer, lyrics that he could sympathise with. It wasn't in english either, but Daehyun preferred some american songs over the ones in Korea.
Settling down in the chair, he closed his eyes and began to sing quietly.
Reasons to love Jung Daehyun: His delicious thighs.
「The Flaws Of Mortality 」
It was too much to hear and it was a bit over dramatic on Daehyuns part, but the uneasy feeling of hearing his name be screamed was too much. He was standing and watching from the door way in shock and disbelief of how terrified Daehyun was, he couldnt wrap his head around why he was so terrified - he would be fine if he cooperated, and then they could be together again. Going against the womens wishes and all she did was shoot him a glare. “Please!” He hissed directing a glare back at her and proceeded to do as he wished, walking behind the the crying necromancer and allowing the tips of his fingers to tickle the back of Daehyuns neck. Threading his fingers up the hair on the back of the others neck, in a hopeful attempt to calm him.
"Im here. please." It was a plea, begging for Daehyun to be calm. To allow her to help him. Blissfully unaware of what the women was saying to Daehyun before Yongguk had walked in. Unsure of Daehyun was even aware he was there, as he continued to talk like he wasnt. A large pit forming in his stomach that paused his movements for a moment, and looking up at the nurse who was already glaring at him. His gaze immediately shooting back down, it wasnt her business.
Stuck in the stage between where he couldn't move any more but he was fully conscious, struggling to make his body do what he wanted. Daehyun felt helpless, the same way he had felt just after he had killed Juggernaut and lay on the ground dying. He wanted to see Yongguk, he wanted to get up, he wanted to stop listening to the nurse because she had no idea what she was talking about. But he couldn't, he really couldn't control his arms and legs to lift himself up again. Knowing that he shouldn't have agreed to go with the nurse, he again blamed himself. He was an idiot for walking into this and allowing himself to be overpowered.
There was voices and soft fingers in his hair, comforting in their touch. It could only be one person. With a huge effort, he turned his head towards Yongguk, eyes filled with fear, regret and tears. "Don't leave...please.." His words were slurred, barely audible and without the normal amount of effort he put into maintaining that perfect Seoul accent. Daehyun could only hope that he could get his point across, that Yongguk would understand what he was saying and he wouldn't walk off into the night as the medicine pulled him down.
It was becoming hard for his eyes to stay open, each blink like lifting a ton of bricks with his eyelids. He couldn't doze off now, not when there was still a chance that the elder could leave or this nurse could try to separate them. She was glaring at his hyung and Yongguk was glaring back, but shapes and colours were blurring together slowly, limbs becoming light and heavy at the same time. Daehyun tried to whimper, but his tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth. Go to sleep..Yongguk will deal with it. All thoughts ran sluggishly, half his brain convincing him to sleep and the other part screaming to stay awake.
「The Flaws Of Mortality 」
The nurse took a step back in shock at the man had taken it upon himself to get out from the seat, biting her lip as he smacked onto the floor with a loud smack of skin against tile. Finding their relationship odd, already deciding in her mind that the man waiting outside had beat him - and the brunette was too scared to leave and had formed some type of false security. It was a toxic thing she had seen too many times and it never ended well for people like the man she had just aided back to the table.
Her medicine was surely kicking in, the delirium was all over his face and second guessed if she should be giving him a lecture right now. Taking the time she had to grab the things she needed in order to get his shoulder fixed. “You don/t have to be with him you know” she spoke lowly again as she started to move his hurt shoulder to take an idea of the amount of pain he would be feeling, grabbing a wash cloth and wiping the blood from his arm with the utmost gentle touch. After the fact she used disinfectant liquid over the ripped skin, applying it in small bits in case he felt pain.
"You’re a lot stronger then that. You don’t need him." She pressed on, cleaning his arm and throwing it into a trash with a lid over it.Changing her gloves and going to a new pair, pulling them over her slim fingers. Grabbing the proper equipment and starting to add onto his collection of stitches. "Dont move." she mumbled as she started to thread through the flesh, glancing up at him every so often. "You don’t deserve to be with someone who hurts you." continuing her lecture as she worked on him.
Crying out for Yongguk, he didn’t understand why his lover wasn’t coming for him. He was lost in his own mind, stumbling back and forth and searching for the elder to come pull him out, but no one came for him. Daehyun couldn’t breath, the medicine making him feel lethargic and his body weighed down as he internally panicked. They were taking Yongguk away from him again. He didn’t want to let his hyung out of his sight, he didn’t want to be put under another dose of pain medication that would make him sleep and forget about everything. Once his eyes closed, the nightmares would come.
Screeching loudly as broken bone ground against broken bone, Daehyun continued his useless cry for Yongguk. Perhaps the elder had time to think it over, realize how mean and evil Daehyun really was, take a few seconds to consider the fact that he did nothing but cause problems. Maybe he had already left. “Yongguk!” Ignoring the woman who was saying something unimportant, he continued to call for his boyfriend. “I’m sorry…please…I won’t do it again.” His biggest fears came back full force, coursing through his veins. If only he could move, chase after the elder and convince him not to leave. Yongguk wasn’t coming for him and he couldn’t move.
Allowing her to fix as much of his broken body as possible, Daehyun began to sob quietly. “I do need him.” He finally addressed her, barely getting the words out from behind his crying. Yongguk could live without him, but he really couldn’t go through losing the elder again. “He didn’t mean to…it’s my fault…I shouldn’t have made him mad…I deserve to be hurt…” He is rambling at this point, head high above the clouds. The pain is gone and so is his common sense, eyes opening and closing slowly as he attempts to keep conscious, screams for Yongguk reduced to mere murmurs.
▷ Thriller { Daehyun x Zico } ◁
Zico nodded in the direction of the other’s heartbeat. Maybe it was morbid, how he knew everyone worth knowing, at least in his eyes, by their own heartbeat. “Awesome. Same ‘ere, actually.” He chuckled easily, removing the unlit cigarette from his lips, and replacing it in with the now full of cigarettes. By the look of the packet, he had owned this one packet for a long time. And he had. It was his first steal, after all.
His fighting skills were raw, savage even. After all, he had no teacher, save the people who were trying to hurt him. You learned pretty quick when the very real, and rather painful reality of a nasty beating were on top of you. His moves were quick, and as he had been previously told many times, eerily accurate, for a blind man.
“Sure. I mean, I can bet you never trained with a blind dude before.” Another chuckle left his lips, as he removed his sunglasses, revealing his dying eyes. Dark orbs looked out of his sockets, but saw very little. A rim of silver surrounded his slit pupil, giving him a supernatural look to him. Even his smirk was serpentine, the corners of his pleasant mouth reaching just a few millimetres too high. The tongue hidden between his lips was forked at the tip – which he was told gave an interesting kissing experience.
“I gotta grab somethin’ to eat first. Wanna come with?”
Eating was a core activity within his life. Every hour, nearly on the dot, his stomach panged with hunger. Live food was his favourite, although few were aware of that fact – and he didn’t like eating that sort of thing in front of others, so he made do with whatever the cafeteria and kitchens had to offer.
After all, he didn’t want to eat his new friend.
"..." Daehyun had not intended to invite the other to train with him. It was merely a common courtesy, because he had watched people and realized that that if someone asked where you were going, you were supposed to answer back if they wanted to come along. He had not actually expected Zico to agree. Swallowing back his protests and the fear of being eaten by a giant snake, he merely hummed in reply and sighed internally. There could possibly be more injuries than he thought.
Looking around, trying to gather his surroundings, he glanced at the male who had suddenly removed his glasses. The eyes were slightly shocking, but at the same time Daehyun had looked into the eyes of zombies and demons. It was not as frightening after a those without souls and lost minds.
"Yeah, I guess." He was not hungry, but he knew that he was supposed to agree.
Shoving hands into his pockets, Daehyun stepped closer to the other male and tilted his head. "Where are we going?" He asked, briefly wondering if Zico would be able to fight on a full stomach.