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Minseok my princess (? | via Tumblr on We Heart It.
∞ please
(. revival was something he didn’t expect — waking up in the same spot, he felt his life’s blood spilling from his wounds, the crunch of bones that are now unbroken; to say that kim jonghyun is surprised is pretty much an understatement. in truth, he spent about ten minutes on the ground, staring up at the sky with the widest of smiles on his face regardless of the panic around him or the confusion or whatever the fuck was going on anymore —. he’s alive. the prayer that he whispered in his final moments, the last smile he gave [ it’ll be okay, it’ll be okay ] .. it was really answered. it was a miracle.
but laying in the middle of a practical battlefield was probably not a smart thing to do even for a moment, let alone the ten that jr decided to lay there for so —. up to his feet, eyes searching for a familiar face, hoping to find jeongguk in the crowd or eric or someone.. anyone. he climbs stairs and passes by a flurry of unfamiliar faces, people bumping into his shoulders and whispering crying panicking. he can’t say that he’s surprised, but jr smiles anyway — there’s enough of the panic going around and he’s okay. he has no reason to frown. but a familiar voice catches his ears, it screams and it’s not too far off and it’s calling his name. he blinks, confused, but then his eyes widen. ) minseok —. (. his feet speed up because kim minseok is not equipped to deal with a situation like this, blind as he is and there’s a clench in his stomach at the thought. this was not the place for someone like him, monsters forming from the floors with teeth the size of chopping blocks. but it’s quick smiles that are nervous and hopeful when he finds his hyung, when he reaches out and squeezes his shoulder. ) you called for me? what am i, a genie in a bottle hyung what’s the stitch —. wait, no that’s kim possible, she’s not a genie uhh oops — (. he’s blabbering, trying to cease the look of panic on minseok’s face, it’s all okay, it’s okay. they’re both okay. ) were you looking for me?
[/ in rapture's hold is his porcelain heart. shattered and broken in engulfing heat, swallowed whole is he in the depths of its fury. lapping his tears in its firey caress, a cycle of sobs, cries, and shameful begging, fuelled to the brim, his sadness wafts under the duress air, his constant sniffling an added instrument.]
[/ a touch, a spark, of electric movement, thunderous lightning courses through him at the squeeze his shoulder receives. a shuddering nightmare, an unbearable message most likely to be given, a sob does he stifle, his cheeks still a flood. frightened is he of whatever voice that will speak.]
"you called for me? what am i, a genie in a bottle hyung what’s the stitch —. wait, no that’s kim possible, she’s not a genie uhh oops —"
[/ of knitted surprise, his tears cease, his ears no longer listening to the tandem of JR's speech. his hands ghosting, coasting at cloth he hopes to be real, upwards do they climb, wanting, willing it to not be a dream. soon, his tears return with a warming embrace taking place and his head upon JR's shoulder.]
"were you looking for me?'
[/ a blubbered sob and a joyful smile, unversed is his tongue to make a reply. continuously do his tears fall, a laugh replacing his somber stance. hesitant to leave, wanting nothing more but to remain near, Minseok stays, his arms outstretched upon the other's neck, grasping at cloth.]
[/ aflamed is his heart, renewed and mended, the rapture forestalled for another day.]
Fab Umin hyung (c)
∞ second chances
indifferent to their lives, playthings are they now to the standing professor leisurely leaving with a lightness to his step. callous is his care, removed of all emotions to the plight of his students who hastily ready and arm themselves to the promise of certain death awaiting them in the depths below.
bubbling, certainly, is their anger, a brief shout and a raucous noise of chairs and desks scraping at the floor the only evidence. xiumin, however, lacks an angered bone to join in their frustrations.
water lurking outside the room and in the halls, slowly does the tide turn to flood the floor, slickening it with a cool sea scent. it laps at their feet, a beckoning caress, a siren’s song drawing them to leave. person after person, one by one, at times two, do they all begin until seated by himself does he remain. calm of breath, his heart, however, paces, his grin light and duly present.
objects to be thrown to the gaping maw of death, pawns to a side in an unknown game, their lives forfeit to a higher power, bright is his smile as he begins his own trek towards the door and into the halls.
presumptuously hopeful always is he, however small he knows his chances to be. in sloshing water, his treading feet walks with no destination as the stench of blood begins to fill.
his second chance for death is here.
LIKE TO PLOT
Blight or otherwise or none AU! Since I literally have little to no Aph plots xP
straddling the fence | minseok + minhyuk
Perhaps he should pay more attention when the teacher speaks, because even though his sparring partner’s form was one of rest, he kept his gaze warily on the rapier, waiting for it to come whizzing through the air, to find another resting place. He didn’t know why he expected such an unsportsman-like behavior, when the other really had been decent to him the whole time, but he had long ago conceded to having the nerve of a guinea pig.
The pause for the answer nearly produced his own protest, Minhyuk ready to laugh off his own pussying out for the sake of not appearing like a total wimp. He was at this incredible school, where they were guaranteed to move through the ranks until they eventually were out there, fighting for their cause. And he couldn’t even do gym class?? Self-resentment flood through his form, it only doubling when Minseok agreed to a break, and he felt relief tinging the edges of his vision. Pathetic.
“Thank you,” He murmured softly, having no issue with his partner, and thus not feeling the urge to take his aggression out on him, “If the professor does come over, we can just say you won, so we stopped?” He didn’t even recall if they were supposed to playing for points, but it really didn’t matter much to Minhyuk.
Taking off his helmet, he found his own bangs clinging to his sweaty forehead with a strange sense of surprise. He had been perspiring as well. That just felt weird to think.
Refocusing, he looked over at the golem, waiting for the man to show his face, as he conceded, “I really should just be watching you practice. I have no idea what I’m doing.” Hopefully he never had to fight someone on the street with such a tool.
Genuine does his smile turn, the creases on his cheeks heightening under the praise, as he begins to remove himself from the perspired atmosphere of his helmet. An uncomfortable combination does sweat and heat make. Swift is his movement in removal of his helmet.
A practiced flourish reminiscent of many a times before, the bangs of his auburn red hair glued to his skin and his blindfold stained and drooping slightly, familiar pride makes its way after the exhausting round. His smile, however, stays.
“I could tell with you swinging it around.” He begins, a small laugh littering it, before mussing up his hair so it no longer sticks, his sword and helmet entrenched to his right hip.
“Never used a sword before have you?" Xiumin states more than asks, slowly becoming satisfied of his mussed up hair. Strange is it he knows the fact to be, a person swinging swords as if it were the Middle Ages of King Arthur.
"You get used to it after awhile."
Umin forgot to close his mouth.
Model Minseok
⌦; — *WHY SO SERIOUS?
[ / * a soft chuckle leaves her lips before the pink disappears into a line. her features contort and shift to display the humor seeping within before her head motions in several nods. ] yeah, soondubu jigae. [ / * with his following words, a mischievous smile tugs at the edge of her mouth. ] ah, do i? [ / * she innocently questions the known fact, more than aware that she did have a class following this one, but it was certainly nothing of importance ( well, to her it wasn’t ). ] come on, we won’t be gone for more than 5 minutes. we’ll just order the jigae. we can even just grab some dukkbkki or eomuk. [ / * she offers more suggestions of food in order to get him on her side, thinking that he should be a little hungry or craving something to snack on. ]
[/ lightly does he smile at the proffered bribe, a near smirk and scoff ready in reply. his stomach growls, however in its hungered cage, the meagre bowl of sweet cereal in the morning no longer satisfying its tastes. his lips part for a moment in preparation to rebut but still does his abdomen gurgle in wanting, warming his cheeks. coughing his embarrassment away, Minseok nods, defeated by his unsatiated state.] Fine. [/ he begins, straightening himself out with a shake of his head and a tap of his cane on the floor. Already does he feel regret echoing in return.] As long as we're not caught and be doing anything else, I guess we could go. Just a quick lunch out and back to class, for you anyways.
∞ please
[/ haggard of breath, in a worried pace does his heart beat in rhythm to his striding legs. cleansed and purged of the blood entrenched stench, white walls and wooden floors unstained of death, the memories of the scene, however, are still freshly etched. he could still hear the cries of pain and crunches of bones ringing clear. continuously, he runs, grief lurking behind the shadows he will not fathom. minseok cries out, a wail, a shout, searching for that one he wishes, he hopes, to be alive.]
JR! [/ nearly does he shriek. an unsettlingly echo of his own voice returning, not a student or a teacher replies to his screams. tiredness forthcoming, his legs buckle underneath him as he trips, sprawled and weakened. how far has he ran with his legs, now, lacking of energy, pulsing in pain from a twisted ankle? how long has he shouted, his cries left unanswered in the caving expanse of the darkness he follows? and since when has his tears begin to fall, dampening his cheeks in that foreign emotion?]
[/ pain rattles him inside, his stomach churning at the thought of what may have happened. pleasurably, it kicks him with a sick grin, imagining the face of whatever beasts that have befallen and feasted upon the school. it taunts him to accept, that his hopeful wishing was all for naught, that the person he loved was now truly gone.]
Xiumin with beanies
// Reassurance
{/he finds himself once again walking through the hallways. this time he was searching for a completely different person. it might be a bit strange but he needed to reassure himself his friends were alright, the best way to do that being seeing them in person. luckily, this friend was much easier to find than his last one. he feels a smile stretch across his lips as the familiar face reaches his vision. the other male is facing him and it only takes a wave of his arm to catch the other male’s attention. when they’re close enough to each other he speaks.} Xuimin, it’s good to see you. {/his voice is warm with relief.}
{/he takes a moment to observe the other male, searching for signs of any visible injuries. when he finds none, a bit of tension bleeds out of him.} I hope you’re alright? The monsters didn’t get you too badly, did they?
[/ Sticking to the wall, his cane long lost to the carnage of the dreaded blight with its dismal display of blood and gore still littering in dank obtrusive colour, uneasily does he walk along the ridges. His feet steps along, crunching and squishing the mangled corpses and pools of blood he could not see. His nose scrunches at the stench, the taste of blood near palpable upon his tongue. Thankful is he for surviving the first day, his mind reeling that he had at all managed to do so. However, the thought of being eaten by... whatever that have decimated his former classmates makes him shudder in earnest fright.]
[/ a voice calls to him, bright and sharp, echoing closer whilst he hobbles along.] W-Who? [/ he begins, unsure for the moment who was speaking to him, his stuttering leaving him from the shocking scare.]
Xiumin’s perfect teeth
