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[ Uh Oh! ] || Onew & Krystal

[...]

#onew-tlou #para; uh oh #finished #[that was a great thread btw. c: thank you so much for doing it with me! ]

He smiled as he handed one pair of chopsticks to the girl and started eating with the other. After a few bites, he turned to the girl, wondering if she was liking the food. And by the way she was shoving down the food, she was liking her meal.

“So what’s your story?” he asked after finishing his bowl. “What do you do besides breaking in people’s houses and stealing stuff?” he chuckled, showing that he was only joking and wasn’t resentful at all.

Krystal nodded as she listened to Jinki speak. “Ah, that’s an interesting way of putting it,” She said, watching him cook. He was quite good at this cooking thing, and to be honest, she was a little jealous. She practically lived on preserved food and cans of food; they were the only thing that were portable and lasted for long amounts of time.

As he finished and handed her the bowl, she took it gratefully, flashing him a smile. She stared at it for a moment, inhaling the soft scent of delicious cooking. Krystal could hear Jinki looking around his kitchen to find something- perhaps a spoon or a fork. When he had finally found chopsticks, he handed her a pair, and she once again smiled at him in thanks. She started to eat, practically shoveling the food down her mouth. Her stomach grumbled, and she blushed in embarrassment. She hadn’t eat in a real meal in a few days, and right now, she just wanted to eat everything.

Krystal stopped long enough to swallow, having at least the decency to look embarrassed. She giggled, “You gotta live somehow!” She stuck her tongue out before clearing her throat, “Well, let’s just say I lost my family and was sent to an orphanage.” She shrugged, “I don’t really like to talk about my past, brings back... painful memories.” Krystal looked away for a moment, settling down her bowl and chopsticks.

“I think I should be getting back. I’ll send over the friend to fix your window, and thank you so much for the meal. Honestly, thanks for letting me live and have dinner with you.” She continued to speak as she started to make her way to her belongings, “Maybe in the future, we’ll be able to meet again.”

Picking up her bag and her weapons, she stepped onto the window sill. She turned to look at him over her shoulder, a small smile curving onto her lips. “Good-bye, and thank you.” She whispered, loud enough for him to here.

Then, she was gone.

tracker ; 3.3.15

Working On:

DRABBLES. DRABBLES OH MY GOD. i swear i'm working on them.

Tao (Starter)

Baekhyun (Starter)

Naeun (Starter)

Jaebum (Starter)

—- that’s it right. lol. pls pls pls tell me if i forgot you. :c

Replies Owed:

None

Plotting With:

Jongsuk

Sulli

Lee Min Ho (?)

Chaewon (?)

—- that’s it right. lol.

YOU?! (HEY YOU COME TO MY ASK BOX. I WANT TO PLOT. I HAVE CUPCAKES.)

Waiting On:

Chen (Keepsake)

Taekwoon (The Claw)

Chasa (Dreamless Night)

Chanyeol (Opposites Attract).

Jongin (Orphanage)

Jay (Foolish)

Sungyeol (Eat Your Vitamins)

Jiyong (Literary Labyrinths)

Onew (Uh Oh!)

#tracker #t; krystal #omfg finally caught up.#just need to do starters and drabbles now #holy shit sorry it's taking forever guys. ;c #please tell me if i forgot you guys or missed you #i have horrible memory #cry. ;-;#i try to write things down but i lose the papers and its like no point what.#okay i should probably stop before this becomes a mile long LOL.

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FOOLISH // Jay and Krystal

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On one side he wanted to kill her and the other side pushed him to mercy, to humanity. But hadn’t they all lost it already. “You’ve made the past weeks of my life a living hell and I can’t just let that slide.”

#tloujay #para; foolish #[first meeting and they're already not off to a good start]#[i can see a beautiful friendship forming.]

Krystal shrugged, "Sure, it would help you... but what about the group? We're few in numbers, secretive... Shouldn't you be thinking of the group?" She asked, a wicked grin curving on her lips.

She watched as he hesitated. He was thinking, she could tell, and he was probably mulling over how to end her life. But he had hesitated, which meant he was unsure. And that was all she had to know. Maybe she had been a bit stupid to mess with Jay, but hell, sometimes you had to do what you had to do... especially when things were so boring around here from time to time.

"Things get boring, like it tends to. It's not a waste if I get something out of it, which is great if I look at it." Krystal hummed, "That's not the first time I've heard someone tell me that." She laughed before smiling at the man in front of her, eyes lighting up mischievously.

"Oh, have I? Then, my pranks have been working." The last part she murmured to herself, quiet enough that he could barely hear. Although she wasn't exactly scared that he would kill her, the fear was still there. It was lingering, and she knew that she shouldn't tip him over the edge. He was already angry enough. She didn't need to make matters any worse. "And what do you think you're going to do about it?"

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[ Uh Oh! ] || Onew & Krystal

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The young man smiled. She was right, they had never probably introduced themselves.

“Lee Jinki is the name,” he said as he chose one of the cans and stored the others back in the cupboard where they belonged. “24, cook in the Military Hospital and cooking is what I love the most,” he smiled as he opened the can and started to prepare their dinner.

Krystal was really grateful to this kind stranger. Not only had he spared her life, he was now offering her food. It wasn't everyday that someone did this, and she was glad she had been met with him instead of someone else, someone perhaps not as kind, someone who was willing to kill no matter what the crime was. Krystal shivered a bit at the thought that she, well, she could've died. Pushing the thought aside and listening to the stranger, she caught his name, watching as he smiled.

She nodded at his answer and smiled back, "Ah, so you're apart of the Military." She said, walking over to lean against the counter and watch as he worked. "So you're a cook?" She grinned, "Let's see what you can whip up."

She moved to look through the cupboards, probably for a plate of some sort. "My name's Krystal by the way, 18 years of age."

She decided not to tell him her occupation. After all, even if they had just introduced themselves, she didn't trust him quite yet.

#onew-tlou #para; uh oh

[ ᴏʀᴘʜᴀɴᴀɢᴇ ] • ᴋʀʏsᴛᴀʟ x ᴊᴏɴɢɪɴ

[...]

At the entrance the young man stopped, waiting for her to come close to him. But once she was close to him she was doing something Jongin hadn’t expected. The young man widened his eyes a bit once he was feeling her arm around his neck. He couldn’t help but laugh once she was ruffling his hair. Just a tiny bit he was bending down, wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up from the ground. “Better this way, princess?”

#jonginxtlou #para;orphanage

Krystal now wondered why she had never approached the white-haired boy. Obviously, she could've avoided so many traumas if she had just talked to Jongin. They matched well together, and she felt herself smiling more than ever (that is, if you excluded her before entering the orphanage). Together, they wouldn't have been alone, and they wouldn't have to know the pain of being lonely. Krystal shoved that thought aside, not wanting to lose the happy moment because of a sad memory.

Krystal wiggled her eyebrows at his words, "That's right!" She lifted a brow now at his joke and grinned, "Hm, maybe Krystal would. Maybe one day... or after our little adventure inside the orphanage?" She tilted her head towards the building, indicating it and laughed.

Jongin was someone that she knew she would definitely stick around to pester. After all, it wasn't everyday you came upon someone who was willing to tease you back and not want to kill you for teasing them. Krystal shivered at the thought. There were too many close encounters with danger, and she was always so dangerously close to the edge.

She grinned down at him, securing her arms around his neck to ensure that if he did drop her, well... he was going down with her. "Perfect! I'm finally taller than you!" She paused, raising a brow then wiggling both her brows again. "Did you just call me, Princess?" She smirked.

[ ᴏʀᴘʜᴀɴᴀɢᴇ ] • ᴋʀʏsᴛᴀʟ x ᴊᴏɴɢɪɴ

[...]

The white haired man was nodding at her and took a deep breath before he was turning around to the building. She was right, maybe it was a trap but he had nothing to lose. A grin suddenly appeared on his lips before he was placing his arm around her slim shoulders. “Are you trying to mess with me young lady!?” Gently and in a playful manner Jongin was ruffling over her blonde hair before he was walking over to the building’s entrance.

#jonginxtlou #para; orphanage

Maybe it was odd to feel so happy and elated in a place much like this, but Jongin really did make Soojung forget all the worries of the world around them and be her eighteen year old self. She didn't have to put up much of a guard or walls in fear of being betrayed. She could just let loose and laugh all she wanted, and she loved it.

Krystal smirked, shaking her head and laughing, "Let's not." She wiggled her eyebrows, "It'll be a little inside joke between the two of us. I don't think I want to walk around being called Danger; I built up a reputation for Krystal! I'm not losing it now!"

Feelign the weight of his arm around her shoulders, she stuck out her tongue and looked up at him, "Maybe I am~ You're fun to tease, Jongin." She laughed, grinning widely before pouting when he ruffled her hair. She patted it down and swatted at his hand playfully, like a cat.

"Hey! Don't you know? You're never supposed to mess up a girl's hair!" Her lips stuck out in a pout as she narrowed her eyes jokingly at him. She huffed and crossed her arms, feigning anger, and tilted her chin up walking along with him to the building's entrance. She came closer to him before throwing her arm over the much taller boy's neck and ruffling his own white hair. "Stop being so tall!" She whined, tippy-toeing to keep her arm around his neck.

eat your vitamins

[...]

"What about you? What do you do for a living?" Sungyeol threw a quick glance the girl’s way, dragging a chair over so he could take a seat and steady his hands. It was a long cut. It would take a while. "I’m going to start now."

#sungyeol-tlou #para; eat your vitamins #[lol it's okay.]#[mine isn't that great either OTL]

"I'm Krystal; nice to meet you. I'll give you a more proper greeting, Doc, when I'm not bleeding to death." She tried to grin but ended up grimacing instead. Upon seeing the sight of the needle and thread, Krystal winced and swallowed nervously. "That doesn't look very painless."

"I'm an arms and drug dealer, but I'll probably shift into smuggling sometime soon. I'm mighty great at sneaking into places, if I do say so myself." She wiggled her eyebrows, "Besides, sometimes my supplies can take so long... it bores me."

She coughed, trying to ignore the fact that he was about to be stitching her back up. Blinking to clear up her vision, she stayed quiet for a moment, trying to think of a question, any question. "Um, how long have you been a doctor?" Krystal asked, tilting her head to the side as she watches him.

[ ᴏʀᴘʜᴀɴᴀɢᴇ ] • ᴋʀʏsᴛᴀʟ x ᴊᴏɴɢɪɴ

This weird feeling didn’t want to leave Jongin in any kind of way. What if there was someone in this building. No not just someone but all those people who had just disappeared from his world? Maybe they were all in this building, waiting for him, waiting for the day where they could kill him? Jongin wouldn’t wonder if exactly this would happen to him now. But he was ready. Strange. He had never been ready to die but right now he was ready to face the nightmare, to face everything he had been running away for so long. Maybe it was this place and the need to finally make a cut, to finally leave everything behind what was involving his building.

With a frown visible on his face Jongin was looking to the blonde haired girl. He wasn’t expecting much from her, but her question just caught him a bit off guard. Not everyone would want to go in there when there was the possibility of getting into danger. “Would you come with me? It can be dangerous.”

#jonginxtlou #para; orphanage

Krystal tilted her head to the side, a smile working its way onto her lips, turning her eyes into crescents. "Of course!" She laughed and nodded, sounding almost like she didn't have a single care in the world, "What was it that people used to say...?" She hummed, tapping her finger against her bottom lip.

"Oh, I remember! Danger is my middle name."

Sticking her tongue out, Krystal shook her head. "But now's not the time to be messing around, is it?" She sighed, closing her eyes for a brief moment and opening them again to look up at the window again.

"I'm ready when you are," She rose a brow, "But, this could very well be a trap. I don't know who would want to trap us in there... but..." She trailed off once again, putting her hands on her hips as her glance shifted from the window back to Jongin's figure.

"Anyway, onwards into the depths of this wretched place!" She marched ahead, turning around and skipping backwards as she grinned widely at him, her gaze joking and playful. "Come on, slow poke!"

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--- * opposites attract .

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After his workload was finished, he’d usually go to one of his favored hang out places which was where the small lake had been located in the middle. Usually, it was always quiet over there, giving him a chance to think and leave his mind at ease. Some military soldiers yeah, but there wasn’t much, they’d all follow each other towards the borders to look out for bandits and troublesome civilians and people knew by now that patrolling really wasn’t his thing.

Chanyeol was left alone with his thoughts just until someone had to go and interrupt his thought process. If it was another patrolman in need of his aid, he’d have to refuse. Another bandit? Why did he have to do the work? Chanyeol had his rifle gripped in his hand but he hadn’t aimed and turned around slowly, “Who decided to—” He had cut himself off when he laid eyes on the person who had happened to be a woman, trying familarize himself with her.

#para; opposites attract #chanyeolxtlou #[I CRY BECAUSE THIS IS SO LATE WOW. I'M SO SORRY.]

It was sort of boring being a dealer. Sure, she did some smuggling as a side job from time to time (heck, she was great at sneaking her way into places.), but it all got to a point where everything just became... boring.

Krystal played pranks; that was just something she did, and even those got boring too when no one would prank someone else with her. Sometimes she was caught; other times she was not. She used to make it a game, predicting when she would get caught and when she wouldn't. But lately, her boredom seemed to be quite dominating.

She found herself laying around in her hideout with nothing to do. The jobs done, the scavenging done. So, she had decided to make her way to one of the places where she usually frequented when times like these came up, which wasn't that often.

Krystal had made her way to the small lake, and this time, there was a figure sitting by the bank.

A man.

Krystal grinned when the man turned around. She tilted her head to the side, "Why hello." She said, sitting down next to him, mindful of the rifle in he held in his hand, but appearing to not care. She crossed her legs and stared out at the small lake.

"What brings you here, traveler?" She asked, glancing up at him with her elbow resting on her knee, her face resting on her open palm.

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#v; krystal #visual #visuals

jiyongxtlou

➳;; Literary Labrynths.

[...]

He really doesn’t have time for this, Jiyong thinks, but he can’t stop himself from venturing towards where a part of him knows what he’s looking for is hidden, much smaller feet plodding around in too-tight shoes when he was growing up a phantom memory ringing in his ears. He’s learned to be more quiet since then, balancing himself so as to make almost no sound when he’s walking, lithe and deadly even when danger had yet to present itself.

There it is. Chocolate eyes lock on to what he’s looking for almost immediately, pulling it off the shelf and flipping the old book open. Poetry he’d memorized too many years ago come to him as if they were old friends, comfort from old habits washing over him in a wave. Leaning against the bookshelf behind him, Jiyong slid himself to the floor to sit cross-legged, his bow lying on the ground next to him.

It won’t hurt, he thinks, to sit and let words wrap themselves around him like a blanket as they used to- if only for a while.

#para; literary labrynths #jiyongxtlou #[OMG I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVERRR. cry]

The first thing Krystal does upon seeing the library, her safe haven and hideout, is practically sprint towards it. Climbing through that one broken window that is hidden far away from prying eyes, she makes a mental note to at least board up that weak spot. It wouldn't do to be ambushed while she was sleeping or to be killed by an Infected now, would it?

Brushing her long dyed blonde hair out of her face, Krystal makes her way towards what she calls the living room of the whole place. There, a sofa and some bean bag chairs litter the ground in front of a big fireplace, embers cool and firewood unlit. She stares at the fireplace for a moment before deciding not to light it, just in case there was someone who had been able to sneak in.

Krystal set down her backpack, bulging with supplies, along with her bow and quiver. She pads her way over to the many bookshelves surrounding the entire library. She slinks along the bookshelves lined with books before coming to a silent stand still.

Why?

Because in front of her, a figure sits with his or her hands wrapped around a book, reading it. Her eyes glance over towards the bow that sits on the ground next to the person, and she wonders if she should say anything or just try and kill him pr jer there.

She decides to say something, and she opens her mouth to speak.

"Excuse me, but what exactly are you doing?" The words come out much harsher than she had originally wanted them to, but she couldn't help it. The figure could be a danger to her life, and she was not going to die there.

eat your vitamins

[...]

#para; eat your vitamins #sungyeol-tlou #[WOW SORRY THIS IS SO LATE CRY.]

"So, how about you tell me about yourself?" The nurse cleared away the basin, and Sungyeol took out cotton swabs and a tiny bottle. This was the part where it stung. A lot. Sungyeol had learned that getting the patients to talk about things or themselves was a good way to distract them and keep them conscious. As he tried to get the girl to keep talking, he gently but quickly dabbed her wound with the cotton swabs damp with the burning sting of the liquid.

Krystal winced once more when he poured the water over the injured area. She bit her lip, trying to grip onto consciousness. She was not going to go under no matter how tempting the idea seemed right now. Because if she went under... there was no guarantee that she would even be able to surface again. She could stay under, stay in the darkness... forever, and she was not going to let that happen.

"Well, what do you want to know, Doc?" Krystal asked with a slight hiss upon the contact of the cotton swab. At least this was going to keep her awake. It was a very welcomed sting, ironic to say the least.

"How about we do it like this? I tell you one thing, you tell me one thing. It'll be sort of like, trading questions or information in a-" She took in a deep breath, "-way, you know? Don't want you to know everything about me, and I know nothing about you. Could put me in a very tight situation, even if we are technically on the same side."

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FOOLISH // Jay and Krystal

[...]

It felt as if forever has went by when the sound repeated and he immediately made his way towards one of the old dumpsters, knowing that the noise was coming from there. He wasn’t sure what to expect, a rat, an infected or a person, but sure what, or should we say who, he found was the last thing he thought of.

Grabbing her arm and pulling her up against the wall, he pressed the knife against her throat: “It’s you.” The girl who decided to make his last days a fucking pain in the ass. “You’re the reason I ended up wet last time and you were the one who hid all of my clothes in the street.” He closed his eyes so he could think and not just kill her from the anger growing inside him. “Why on Earth would you fucking do that? You want to get yourself killed or something?”

#para; foolish #tloujay #[WOW I'M SO SORRY THIS REPLY IS LATE CRY.]#[AND THE TITLE IS PERFECTLY FINE OKAY.]

Krystal's eyes widened upon the feeling of fingers connecting against her arm. She tried to pull away from the grip, but whoever had a grip on her had a mighty fine grip, because there was no way she could break free. Soon enough, the cold metal of a knife was pressed against her throat. Krystal looked at the hand holding the knife, eyes trailing slowly upwards to rest on the face of her predator.

"Ah, it's you!" She grinned wickedly, and her smile grew wider as she watched him close his eyes to maintain his anger.

Ah, yes. Jay, it was the guy that she had recently played a prank on. Maybe it was a little messed up, but she liked to see the anger that surfaced on his face every time she played a prank on him. The old, bucket on top of a door, that when opened would spill all over the other person was a classic. Not to mention, she decided to hide all his clothes too after he was drenched in water.

"Because it's fun, and besides, aren't we on the same side anyway? Killing me wouldn't help matters now, would it?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to the side, careful to not sign her own death warrant by slitting her own throat.

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[ Uh Oh! ] || Onew & Krystal

[...]

The young cook was flustered by the girl’s actions and thought she was extremely cute when she acted all flustered and guilty without reason. It was not her fault after all that he had been so stupid to put his hands on a glass-covered windowsill.

“Don’t apologize for something that’s not your fault,” Jinki reprimanded the girl as he brushed past her and headed towards the kitchen. “Now let’s make that meal I offered you,” he smiled genuinely.

Krystal quickly wrapped his hand up, storing the gauze and alcohol away. Deciding to sweep away the glass into a corner of the room for the time being (that way, no one else would get hurt), she looked up at the boy. She felt herself blushing when the other had told her to not apologize, and she ducked her head starting to murmur an apology again but stopped herself upon the look that the other threw her. She still felt pretty guilty about the whole ordeal, but what could she do? The past was in the past, and she couldn't change anything now.

Shaking her head, she stood up. She sighed, picking at imaginary lint on her dark green shorts. Krystal lifted her head upon hearing his words, and she felt a smile tug on her lips at the sight of his smile. Krystal nodded with a huge grin and bounded towards him, walking past him first and into the kitchen.

Krystal tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear before deciding to just pull her long hair up into a messy ponytail. She stepped into the kitchen and turned to look at him, a small smile on her lips.

"Oh! I completely forgot. Since we're already going to have dinner together, why don't we introduce ourselves?"

#onew-tlou #para; uh oh

chasaxtlou

DЯΣΛMᄂΣƧƧ ПIGΉƬ ⌖ ⌈Krystal + Chasa⌋

chasaxtlou

He was distracted momentarily from haste to leave before trouble shoved up with gaze sweeping through the room over dimly lit corners, brows furrowing further as he realized it was far too clean to be uninhabited, confirming fear of what he hadn’t managed to fully address yet over hazy mind, slow in waking up. His whole body felt sluggish when the male swung legs down from the couch, shoving the blanket heavy on him to the side with little thought given to why it had been draped over him in the first place, prioritising him finding a way out quick as possible.

At the sound of footsteps he froze, reaching for the knife thankfully found still strapped to thigh and glancing up upon words heard, confused and mildly threatened in the position he was thrust in, utterly unaware of her object or what the woman wanted with Chasa. It was then he realized it had not been the blanket causing an uncomfortable warmth prickling beneath skin, but what he most likely believed to be a fever rising. That couldn’t entail anything good, fevers tended to be quite wily with him, pretending harmless when it brought on a threat of death he was far too familiar with.

That was not his biggest problem at current moment however.

Every muscle drawn tense yet speaking of exhaustion he abhorred, slowly piecing together what happened before he wound up here, fainting somewhere in the middle of the fucking city and this was the result. Now the most important question here would be what she wanted from him.

”..Where ‘s this?” Her notion was ignored as he cast another quick glance around, brown hues directed at the woman studying him from a distance as he tried to ignore the dryness inside mouth that if he dared confess hurt a little, trying to soothe throat with producing enough saliva to swallow down if he was to speak again, wanting to figure this situation out and be on his way.

#chasaxtlou #para; dreamless night

Krystal sighed to herself when she noticed how cautious he was being. That was to be expected; the man had just woken up in a completely strange place. And, she had even forgotten to disarm him if the glinting knife was any indication. She sighed, maybe this could help her to persuade him that she was only trying to help and she did not want to cause any trouble. Although she had settled her bow and arrow down, she still had her switchblade hidden in her boot. In her right hand, Krystal held a bowl of water with a towel floating on the top, and in her other hand, she held a water bottle. Not expecting him to lower his guard anytime soon, she decided to answer him anyway:

"My hideout. And if you can see from the books lining the book shelves around this place, it's a library." Krystal set the bowl and water bottle down on a table nearby before looking at him, eyebrow raised. She put her hands on her hips, sighing a little before she held her hands up, showing that she was harmless. "You were passed out in the snow, practically dead - I should say so myself. There was a horde of Infected coming from the direction that I was running from when I passed you. I couldn't just leave you in the snow, could I?" She told him, sure that he had questions about how he got here and why she saved him in the first place.

Krystal sighed once more, "Besides, you're burning up, practically on fire. I think you need some rest." She looked towards the bowl of water and water bottle, tucking a stray strand of dyed blonde hair behind her ear before looking back up at him.

[ ᴏʀᴘʜᴀɴᴀɢᴇ ] • ᴋʀʏsᴛᴀʟ x ᴊᴏɴɢɪɴ

[...]

But she hadn’t seen anything. Why not? Jongin was confused. It had been real. Jongin wasn’t seeing things which weren’t there – so he thought. The white haired man took a deep breath, thinking about his next words. There were two options for him to keep on: pretending like he hadn’t seen something or telling the truth. Since Jongin wasn’t good at lying he knew which option he would take. With his left index finger the young man was pointing at one of the windows. “There. I have seen a shadow there.”