lux aeterna.

viewer discretion is advised.

[oopsiewoopsie123]

SOFT FLUFF;

send one for my muse's reaction!

“I want to know you, [NAME].” “How about making me vice president in charge of cheering you up?”  “Try to get some sleep. You’ll feel better.”  “I bet you don’t really need those glasses.”  “These days are like a miracle.”  “You might catch a cold, you know?“ “I’m just happy you’re back.” “You think I can stay with you for a while?” “Your kindness is like a candle. It lights up. When it does, it brings a happy smile to my face.”  “It’s fine. You can call my name without needing anything, and I don’t mind if you hang around where I can see you, and if something pisses you off, you can hit me.”  “I love you!”  “You look so beautiful right now. I can’t even tell you.” “Everything about you is so easy to love.”  “In the crooks of your body, I find my religion.” “You are, I think, an evening star, the fairest of all the stars.” “I’ll send you a bouquet.”  “Skip class today, let’s walk together in the park.”  “Being able to see you smile, being in your vicinity, just that is enough for me.”  “When I’m with you I can be myself naturally.”  “If only one request is granted then let me sleep next to you.”  “I want to hug you once more, as soft as I can.”  “My friend, for who could be my equal but you.”  “When I see you, I feel struck by a sense of duty to feed you!” “I have a request. Will you eat dinner with me? Will you eat and make dinner with me?”  “You were scared? But now, you are safe.” “[NAME]. You’re my number one friend. A friend like you… won’t show up before me ever again. You’re that important, even if you don’t want to be.” “Hey, this is delicious. Really delicious. Okay, open your mouth.” “You came back.“ “I think I’m falling in love with you.” “I’m the luckiest person in the world.“  “Uh, here, this is for, uh, you.”  “Thank you for always thinking of me, and worrying about me.”  “I know I’ve cause a lot of trouble, so I don’t know if I can say this, but… But if you would still be my friend… I would be really happy.” “If maybe I have managed to change just a bit… It’s because I found people who accept me.” “You’re just too warm and fuzzy!” “I think I’m falling in love with you.” “Change is exhausting. I feel like there’s nowhere to hide from all the newness of everything. Except here. With you.”  “I lie awake at night and imagine running my fingers through your hair.” “I like your hair down. You look pretty.“  “Just meeting you made me happy.”  “Your voice is more comfortable to listen to than anyone else’s.” “I want to… be with you…” “Take my hand.”  “If I may, that is, it would give me the greatest pleasure if you would do me the honor of letting me lead you through this dance.” “Please, stay by my side.” “[NAME], I… want to be together with you.”  “You’re… beautiful.”

[luxacterna]

this isn't really what he wants to be doing, but sometimes hongjoong finds that he doesn't really have a choice.  

it's late.  he's pacing the plush carpeting of a hotel room, because it's not like he can bring this guy he's been talking to over to the dorms for a little bit of nightly fun.  sure, he gets plenty of ... physical attention from kangjoon but right now, his roommate is a little busy filming for some new drama that he hasn't really talked to him about yet and hongjoong doesn't even care much about the rest of his groupmates.  of course it leaves hongjoong frustrated and lonely, so the only cure for it is scrolling through a down low hookup app he found that caters mainly to the rich and famous.  it's easy enough to find a guy that's willing  -  the same one he's been talking to off and on for a few weeks now but has't met up with yet.  but now he's waiting in the hotel that they agreed on, pacing the room alone and it's getting later by the minute.

hongjoong frowns as his phone rings.  it's not his so -called .. date, is it? his eyes narrow at the unknown number, sucking down a gulp of water before he answers the call.  he can wait, just like he's making hongjoong wait.

" hello?" he says boredly into the receiver of his cell, falling back onto the bed.  his robe opens and exposes his bare chest, almost exposing more of him before he pulls it closed.  it's not like anyone is watching him in here, though.  " you're not coming, are you?"

@nneutralchaotic​​

[straysthetic]

@luxacterna

he remembers the first time he saw her as if it were just yesterday. at first, hyunwoo didn’t even plan on falling for allie, the idea of ever catching feelings for someone not really being even on his mind. he preferred simple hookups, things that only lasted a couple hours at most before parting ways and being done as if nothing ever happened, though he eventually found himself helping her out in ways that even she didn’t know about.

one of the reasons he had told himself that he wouldn’t even bother with such things as a relationship was due to the fact that he had his future to think about, wanting to make his debut and pursue his one true love which was music. it had been his dream ever since he was younger, realizing this when he had participated with a few friends in a talent show and the realization hit him that he actually had a talent when it came to not only singing but dancing as well.

now it was different. now he was standing on the roof as he waited for allie after having left her a note asking to meet with him. as the time went by though, hyunwoo was beginning to wonder if he should have just avoided all of this, if he should have thought this all through before actually coming to a conclusion so quickly on his own feelings. it was all so new to him, the feeling of having butterflies every time he saw her, the feeling of wanting to actually protect her from any sort of harm whether it was physical or even emotional.

he’s snapped out of his own thoughts when he hears footsteps approaching, however, he doesn’t turn around immediately. he waits until he’s managed to sort out his own thoughts and words before he finally turns to face her slowly, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. how was it possible for someone to be as beautiful as she was? it’s true that he had messed around with quite a few females before but she was definitely different than the rest, especially in the way where she actually was able to make him want to actually settle down for once.

finally he speaks, clearing his throat before he does. “thank you for meeting me up here.” he starts off simple, his thoughts having become jumbled after just seeing her standing there in front of him. hyunwoo inhales a deep breath before exhaling slowly. “i don’t know how to do stuff like this so i’m just going to go with it but i asked you up here to tell you that i like you. i know people usually do something romantic when confessing to someone but i’ve never done this before so sorry.” he pauses for a moment before continuing. “you don’t have to reply back right away or even accept my feelings, i just wanted to get this out there because i didn’t want to keep it to myself.” was this how a confession worked? probably not, though he didn’t know what else to do with the non-existant experience that he had.

[luxacterna]

there are two reasons why hyunwoo would call her to the roof.

one is a dream.  it's an imaginary world where allie thinks that he's growing feelings for her because that's what people do when they take others to the rooftop.  they say their feelings, let them fly like little birds into the sky with a glimmer of hope in their eyes as they say it.  in this imaginary world, hyunwoo will tell her that he likes her first; he'll tell her that he'll wait for her reply and she'll happily give hers.

the second is to let her down.  this is more reality than daydream, because allie doesn't see hyunwoo  -  rough and tumble hyunwoo, with his gruff manner of speaking and his love of girls falling for someone like her.  small and meek little allie han, who struggles with daily life enough that it should be laughable.  in this reality, allie's certain that he found out about her feelings for him somehow  -  the very same ones she tries to bite on her tongue and tattoo there so that they will never escape like the birds of hope in her daydreams.  and if he found them out, she's absolutely certain that he'll tell her that she's dreaming.  there's no point in her feelings because he can't return them.

allie would like the daydream, but she has settled herself on the reality of the way things are.  hyunwoo is sweet and he's been taking care of her these months, but she knows they're far too different for him to hold the same kind of feelings for her that she does for him.  she's always loved a little too easily, anyway.

she heaves a sigh when she finally reaches the top of the stairs, staring at the door that will lead her out to the chilly rooftop and the frigid air.  she wraps her coat around herself protectively, almost defensively before she pushes the door open to find him at the ledge, looking down at people below.

he looks pretty like this, framed by the setting sun.

" hyunwoo." she calls softly, her lips trying to smile in spite of herself.  she's about to say something else, but it seems like hyunwoo has other ideas so she snaps her lips shut, blinking quickly at the rushed words and the suddenness of his confession.

wait.

confession?

her brow knits together in surprise and thought, trying to understand.  is this an actual dream, not a daydream? " wait .. you like me?" she trails off in confusion, taking a step forward to him.  " i like you.  it's the other way around." she frowns.  " aren't you here to tell me that you don't like me?"

[luxacterna]

shinobswrites​: 

[/trigger warning: nsfw]

satisfaction over the fact that joong let go of his phone, the moment kang joon had climbed on top of him, rolled over him and with a smirk he pressed another kiss to the other’s neck, nimbling on it gently. “hm, in that case… let me massage you a bit…” he whispered into the younger man’s ear and let his hands run down hongjoong’s back. he wasn’t the type to leave the other alone, though he wouldn’t force himself onto him either. his charm usually managed to convince those he had a soft spot for. seduction was one of his strengths after all.

as his hands wandered down to joong’s cute butt, he squeezed him grinning. kang joon would give him one hell of a massage, one he wouldn’t forget that easily. “your ass is so cute…” he said in a dark voice, while leaning over hongjoong and groping said ass.

it was soft, yet firm (chewy in his eyes) at the same time, small but big enough to fill his hands. he loved the contradictions that made so much sense to him. his breath turned heavier, while he played with hongjoong’s ass, a visible bulge forming underneath his bathrobe. “how is that?” the older asked, and began to rub his center against his butt.

even when they have been very busy to this day, there had been plenty of occassions hongjoong had inconsciously riled kang joon up. damn him for being dropdead gorgeous.

he can sense how restless kangjoon is.  perhaps it's hongjoong's fault that he didn't realize what his roommate had in mind when he surreptitiously said he'd stay behind with him in lieu of going out with the other members.  not that he's complaining or disinterested in kangjoon's idea of .. unwinding for the evening, he just wasn't expecting the kisses at his neck or the warmth of his body as it lay draped across his.  hongjoong hums a little, exposing his neck when he feels teeth gently nipping at his skin  -  they'll have to be careful, they always do but that doesn't mean that he doesn't enjoy the experience of being marked, even if it will never show.  " i know your definition of massage and it isn't meant to just relax." hongjoong accuses, but he doesn't make a move to shove kangjoon away from him.

truthfully, since it's been awhile and kangjoon is in a mood ... it's sparked his interest, too.  he can feel kangjoon's long fingers start to grope him; a strong grip spreading his ass open even beneath his sweats.  the obvious insinuation starts his blood rushing in his veins, making him hot enough to start rocking against the bed to ease some of the tension he's feeling low in his belly.

a sound of pleasure sounds from the back of joong's throat, nodding his head against the pillows as he starts to hump the bed in time with the rocking of kangjoon's hips.  the feeling of his length is familiar even with the sweats that somewhat hinder the experience of the grinding.  " it'd feel better if these weren't on." he mutters into the pillows, knowing kangjoon will take the hint.  if kangjoon is going to grind on him, hongjoong wants to feel the heat of his cock between his ass cheeks.  

there's just no point in acting coy.

[broken-shady]

this man owns my heart

[inzenith-deactivated20250610]

[ 👑 ] i’ve been searching the ends of the earth for you, @luxacterna

there was a strange feeling with knowing his memory had been tampered with. someone invaded his privacy and now he could no longer trust his own mind. what was he to believe if not his own perception? as the weekend continued on, he had tried his damndest to recover the memories forgotten. it didn’t work.

they were patchy, incomplete and provided no information for him to work off of. as infuriating as it was, he knew it was hopeless to push for more. the faceless girl that made his heart ache with yearning will remain faceless, it seems, lest his mind repair itself. charming assumes that if he were to run into her, everything would fall into place once more. maybe he was childish for believing so. the prince remained hopeful regardless.

perhaps that’s what brings him to the concealed shop of the local witch. she’s mysterious and interesting. he knows nothing of what fable she is from but he is the closest thing he has to a chance. so despite the blizzard that was currently overtaking new york city, the prince strolled into the warmth of the quaint shoppe. he brushes off the snow of his shoulders and hat onto the welcome mat.

“good morning!” he tells her cheerily despite the weather. of course fables are a tad bit more resilient to the weather of the mundy world but not by much. frostbite doesn’t mean much to fables. not when their limbs grow back in a twenty four hour period. the gloves on his hand felt more like a formality so mundies don’t look at him strangely. he only removes them after he’s crossed the shop and placed a cup of hot chocolate in front of the only other patron.

“i brought a treat, as promised.” out of an insulator lunch box he produces food: pasta with sun dried tomatoes that he made himself. “i also have a request of you, if you are able. are you familiar with tracking magic?” 

[luxacterna]

rose knows that she's tempting fate.  

it's in the way that charming shows up with his smile wide and boxy just like she remembered back when she was jinsoul, the one that enamoured her and the same expression he wore that made her long to see it more.  seeing charming, now taehyung, brings with it the recognition that her former spell on him is splintering.  it's only a matter of time before he remembers the things that she wishes he wouldn't, and she didn't want to be around him when he finally recognized who it was that his heart has been aching for all these years.

he should not be remembering her.  he should be thinking of finding a worthy queen for the people that he cherishes, because jinsoul, now rose, is not that person.  no one trusts a witch.  not one with an extraordinary amount of magic like she does.

she glimpses his approach from the wide windows of her new age shop; it's obvious that he's planning on coming to visit her.  she should be colder.  maybe it would turn him away from her, because although jinsoul hides beneath the mask she's fabricated, rose is still quite different.  rose is not the woman he loved, rose is  -  ... rose is different.  he can be turned off to her.

her full lips turn into a deep frown as he enters the shop with that wide and boxy smile, and rose gives an exasperated sigh.  " isn't it too cold for you to be outside, your highness? what if i hadn't even opened the shop today?" her words cut like knives, a thin blonde brow raising while her arms cross at her chest.  " it's to be a blizzard.  we can't get caught here together."

rose's eyes scan the food that he lays before her, heaving a sigh.  " i told you not to waste your time.  there's nothing you need to thank me for." is she being rude enough yet? all that rose knows is that the girl inside her is curled up into a ball and weeping, and that's enough for her to hurl all the knives she owns if it means that he'll just go away.  his question though, takes her aback.

" ... why do you ask?"

[luxacterna]

cherishyxu​: 

A frown, followed by a light shake of his head. Clearly, someone was still stuck in the land of dreams. 

High-schoolers.

“I assure you,” Eunhyuk said, “you can absolutely die.” He too, wiped his hand across his mouth. Truth to be told, he didn’t want to put his lips on this guy’s anymore than the other did. However, a life had to be saved and by the look of things, his act of kindness didn’t win him any favors. Ungrateful kids these days. 

“Next time, read less comic books and watch where you are going. If that uncle there didn’t spot you when he did, you would have drowned.” He narrowed his eyes, gauging the other for his reaction. “Of all the ways to go, this one is not the most pleasant.” Rising to his feet, Eunhyuk assessed himself for damage. Indeed, his jacket sleeve was soaked. What water this one swallowed had to come back out and it so happened to have ended up on him. Gross.

Around them, the crowd was rapidly dispersing. Eunhyuk gave the guy one last look of distaste but did end up offering his hand to help the other up. This would have been where he walked away, except…

“Why do you know my name?” That small detail escaped him for a moment but had re-surfaced now that the pressing situation of life and death had been dealt with. After all, he was certain he had never seen this one in his life.

Though there was a strange familiarity somehow.

“Are you Eunyu’s classmate?” He guessed. This was the most likely case scenario since this one appeared to be around the same age as his sister. That said, Eunyu was in her rebellious age and likely didn’t talk about him with many of her friends. Was this guy really close to her? 

why is he acting so .. strange?

hyunsu frowns, the fog in his mind leaving him dazed.  and ... why is he dazed? he should come back from whatever kind of taste of death whole; that's how it usually worked anyway.  this is different, that much hyunsu knows  -  but the fact that eunhyuk is playing a role in this fake delusion as if they're not in the middle of fighting monsters or becoming them is a little sick.

" you know that i can't." hyunsu coughs, feeling the scratch of his throat burning from the water that just escaped his lungs.  he makes a face, wiping at his lips furiously with the back of his now soaking sleeve, wondering how they're even in this situation in the first place considering it was snowing before, and he was alone and getting shot at.  his mind just can't seem to catch up.  " why are you acting so weird? stop telling me that i can drown.  i can't."  he's insistent.

the question that eunhyuk asks doesn't make any sense, and it's leaving him confused.  how does he know his name? is this a prank? this has nothing to do with comic books and imagination, and everything to do with a delusion that hyunsu knows now that both of them have to wake up from.  is this some kind of monster ability? or did he finally die and now he's in some kind of creepy afterlife with only this jackass and a bunch of npcs to keep him company?

taking eunhyuk's hand hesitantly, wondering if this was some kind of test that he hasn't passed, hyunsu frowns.  " we live in the same building.  of course i know eunyu." hyunsu mutters, narrowing his eyes.  " are you really trying to tell me you don't know me?"

[haewonoh]

beauty like no other.

[theumbrellacorp]

reboot.

A photograph, drops of blood. A sinking feeling in his chest and then nothing at all. 

Lee Eun-hyuk jolted awake in his own bed, staring up at a familiar looking ceiling. Beside his ear, his alarm clock was still going off, which he allowed until his little sister yelled at him to shut down the damn thing. 

There was a tingling sensation crawling up his spine and a general feeling of surrealness in the air. He felt, for a moment at least, that he didn’t belong here. That somehow, he was part of a video game and the player had hit the save button to redo a mistake they had made. 

He walked, feet slightly stiff, pushing up the glasses that he felt should be broken. Outside the door, the sun was shining. People walked about the streets in clusters of two or three, mostly students, grumbling about the next exam they had to worry about passing. 

A game, a voice whispered as he carried on with his day, following the schedule he’d carefully set for himself. Medical school. Groceries. Make a healthy dinner for Eun-yu because she had a competition coming up. Everything made sense, except they didn’t. Was he really supposed to be in medical school, carrying on a peaceful student life?

Whose game are we playing this time?

“Help, help! Someone is drowning.” 

Eun-hyuk carried on walking because someone else would always step up and be the hero. That person needed not to be him. 

“I think he is not breathing!” 

Curiosity, not concern, turned his gaze. The face that presented itself was one that he had never seen before, yet for some reasons, he thought he should recognize. His feet stopped moving of their own accord and before he could issue them the command to continue forward, they’d shuffled towards the guy. 

“Out of the way.” The person who had towed the drowning one out of water was strong, however, obviously not trained in first aid because he was more or less just shaking the patient. At least, he was good at following instructions and ducked out of Eun-hyuk’s way at impressive speed. Eun-hyuk sank down onto his knees and leaned down, placing his ear next to the drowned guy’s mouth. No air, no chest movement. 

“Call an ambulance,” he said as he took the drowned guy’s wrist, just in case the crowd was just watching and nobody actually did the important task. No pulse. “I am going to start CPR, if anyone else knows first aid, feel free to help me or replace me.” No volunteers. Great. Eun-hyuk planted a hand on the guy’s chest. “This better be worth it.” @luxacterna 

[luxacterna]

gunshots.  gunshots everywhere.

the first few graze his skin and hyunsu barely feels them, his inner demon slowly taking him over and turning his eyes a black pool of inky dark.  it’s just to numb the pain, he coos convincingly and hyunsu allows it, the death he feels inside swallowing him more than the gunshots that continue to rip through his flesh.  after all, everything is going wrong, he’s a monster  -  a monster, no one wants him, he’s giving up to protect everyone else who cares who cares who cares who cares who cares  -

a bullet strikes him where it hurts the most and everything goes black.

he wakes up drenched.  outside of a pool it seems with a crowd of people that huddle around him, but hyunsu can only think of rolling over and throwing up.  water escapes him like a geyser, and it’s confusing.  was he drowning? this isn’t how he remembered things to be.

something feels empty inside him, likely where the water took its place in his stomach.  water fills up so much, every part and now that he’s let loose the downpour he feels strangely satisfied.  it’s only then that hyunsu recognizes that there’s a crowd that surrounds him, and someone that’s sitting beside him.  someone with glasses.

someone that he recognizes.

ah yes, this isn’t right.  “ eunhyuk.” he groans, trying to sit up from his position.  for some reason, hyunsu’s body won’t let him so he allows himself to relax against the ground, looking around him at all the people in confusion.  at the sun, and the way that things seem .. normal.  normal? what’s happening? 

“ you know that i can’t die.” he mutters, reaching up an arm to rub roughly at his lips.  “ you didn’t give me cpr, did you?” 

gross.  i don’t want your lips on me.

i’m a monster.  you shouldn’t get too close.

things slowly start to fade in, memories that fill him and other memories that swell and don’t make sense.  falling from a high place and hitting water.  the pain of gunshots peppering his skin.  going through a building with an electrified blade.  a heartbreak.  all of it.  what’s real?

i’m a monster.

that fact rings out in his head more than most, so hyunsu figures that one is true, at least.  his body finally allows him to sit up and look around, looking to eunhyuk with confusion.  eunhyuk is smart.  he knows all the answers  -  and in spite of it all, even if he’s still not sure whether or not he’s evil incarnate ... he trusts him, and his judgment.  “ where is this? what are we doing here?”  surely, eunhyuk would know.

[straysthetic]

@luxacterna​

     It was supposed to be his night to just relax at home, to take a break from dealing with anything medical related, though once his phone rang and he saw that familiar name ‘Yonghwa’ on his screen he knew that his plans for any relaxation was out the window at that moment. Maybe at that time when the male had come waltzing in and helped him he should have just had one of the gang members kill him, then he wouldn’t be having to act as some personal doctor for the male. Hell, he technically wasn’t even fully a doctor at the moment, thankfully he knew enough to actually get by when it came to these types of calls he ended up getting.

     Now, here he was, getting the supplies ready that would be needed to help stitch his ‘patient’ up who, from what he was told, was suffering from a stab wound. Alex wondered what exactly was going on at this point, constantly being called over to doctor up others who seemed to be getting attacked. When he had decided on becoming a doctor, helping out gang members was not what he signed up for, and whether or not this person was in a gang wasn’t really something he cared to know about. He had learned that it’s better to just not question anything when it came to these types of situations.

     As soon as he had arrived with the needed supplies, Alex instantly is able to tell who the patient is this time (it was hard not to tell really) and he doesn’t waste any time making his way over to the other male. He had to admit, the other was actually kind of cute in a way, though the slightly more professional side of him knows that he needs to focus on treating the other first before he lets his own thoughts wander.

     Alex sets his bag down on a nearby surface, opening the bag and removing its contents as he speaks. “That’s a nasty wound you have there.” It isn’t until he’s finished setting up that he finally looks over at the male once again, putting on a pair of medical gloves before grabbing a needle and turning towards the other. “Remove your shirt. I’ll numb the area around the wound then we’ll get started on getting you stitched up.” His tone he uses isn’t really his usual flirtatious one that he would normally use back at the hospital when he’s trying to charm the patients. When it came to these moments where he was ‘summoned’ due to the favor he owed Yonghwa, Alex had no choice but to try and keep it as professional as possible, though that never really ended in a professional manner at times.

     Waiting for the stranger to remove his shirt, Alex begins to wonder just how much longer he has to do all of this. When would he be able to go back to just being a doctor in training? Just working at the hospital and dealing with both the sweet and even the bitchy patients, the latter usually being the ones he wished would just shut the fuck up so he could focus on what he was having to do. Maybe after all this was over he would switch careers. It wasn’t too late for that….right? 

[luxacterna]

by the time that the doctor gets to him, subin is all but delirious.  he still has enough of his head though to see that the doctor is ... young, impossibly so.  it isn’t the strangest thing that’s happened to him tonight, starting from his bright idea to just take a shortcut home to the man who dragged him into his bar as if this kind of thing happened all the time.  the weirdest, of course, being that he was stabbed twice with a knife and that the would be killers would never be brought to justice.

is it weird? or tragic? subin’s not really sure at this point; his brain is far too fuzzy to think of anything except how the doctor looks as he bustles around in front of him in preparation to do ... whatever it is that he’s planning on doing.  is he going to cut him up for parts? take his organs? at this point, he wouldn’t be surprised.

tonight, subin has decided to welcome death if it would have him.  and that comes with all the delirious and devil may care comments that come with blood loss and a traumatic experience, apparently.

“ and you’re young.” he says drily, finally getting a chance to focus on the doctor’s face as he settles himself beside him.  “ will you be taking my organs now?” he snorts at his own morbid joke, dropping his hands from his wounds with a hiss of pain, trying to sit up and take his shirt off with the least amount of pain possible.

which, of course, seems impossible.  “ you should be asking me on a date first if you’re planning on making me strip.” subin finally says, falling back onto the couch he’s resting on with a sigh escaping through gritted teeth.  “ you’re going to have to cut it off.  i can’t get it over my head, it hurts too much.” shouldn’t he know that if he’s a doctor? why is he telling him how to do his job?

“ are you really a doctor?” he finally asks, his brain muddled enough to spill the things that he’s thinking without remorse.  subin snickers, his head lolling to the side to gaze at the man seated next to him.  “ you’re too pretty and too young to be a doctor.” 

[theumbrellacorp]

The scent of blood was a familiar one in this area, but not at his bar. Yonghwa ran a good business and had just enough connection to keep it one of the safest places around. 

“My poor carpet,” he lamented as he pulled the stranger a little closer, supporting him to the best of his ability. Yonghwa was a bar owner, not a athlete. And with both his stronger staff members gone on vacation, he was forced to haul this bleeding man upstairs himself. “Are you still conscious? If so, I would love to hear about what happened.” 

Long story short, Yonghwa cracked the door open, his thoughts along the path of indulging in a midnight stroll and getting some fresh air. Instead, his nostrils were hit with an unpleasant waft of salty metallic. That’s right, everyone, a guy was getting knifed right in front of his respectful establishment. One of the organizations must be recruiting newbies and clearly, these two did not read their rulebooks. At least both of those kids had the good sense to not attempt to knife Yonghwa too because that would have been real troublesome. Instead, they dropped this guy and ditched the scene, leaving Yonghwa to facepalm over the fact he now had a body to dispose. 

When he went to turn the guy over, he realized the other was still alive. The amateurs completely missed the vitals and left this man still breathing, albeit raggedly. 

“Saw something you shouldn’t? Didn’t anyone tell you to not wander around this part of the town after hours?” He put the guy onto his couch and made a quick call to summon his trusty doctor. @luxacterna 

[luxacterna]

wrong place, wrong time.  it seems that’s the story of his life these days.

after all, that’s what this boils down to, and subin is paying the price for it.  how was he supposed to know that he’d be getting knifed outside of a bar? he was just trying to take the quick way home after a long night at work  -  so much for that idea.  you should never take the quick way out of anything, and tonight proves it.

the two that approached him didn’t look to be any more than kids.  he of course, wasn’t much older than them  -  just barely into his early twenties  -  and thought he could mind his own business.  they wouldn’t bother him, until they already had him cornered, with a knife in his gut.  for all the movies tell you, it actually doesn’t hurt at first going in .. just a strange sensation of breathlessness and shock, though subin supposes that could have been the adrenaline.  it certainly hurt a lot more when they pulled out the knife to stick him again, this time a groan escaping him as the pain struck.

it’s then that a door opened, and scared off his attackers  -  for a moment, he thought he was saved.  

but even in his delirious state of losing blood, subin doesn’t understand the lack of panic on the other man’s face.  is this a normal occurrence or something? eyes beg him even though his voice doesn’t come out, to help him  -  please.

instead of calling for an ambulance, the man helps him inside.  he supposes that’s better than the alternative of laying out to die in an alley.  he barely hears the complaint about his carpets, losing blood as he is but as the words register subin really has to wonder who the fuck this guy is while pressing a hand to his exposed and bleeding wounds, trying to keep whatever blood that’s there from escaping his body further.

it takes all of his strength to speak up in reply as soon as he’s dropped to a couch.  he could pass out from the pain, but he doesn’t trust this guy much more than he can throw a house.  “ no?” he questions, his speech feeble.  “ i was coming home from work.”

did he see anything? did he ever see anything?  “ are you calling an ambulance ..?” he trails, gritting his teeth as a wave of pain surges through him.  

[luxacterna]

agressivewooing​: 

During his treatment, Moon had realized that they had known each other from high school, though not formally, and when they had stumbled across each other again, it had seemed like a happy accident , though somewhat ironic. Even now, he couldn’t explain what had drawn him to speak to her about his brother, but perhaps he wanted an opinion from someone who didn’t know about Hyuk as well, and he knew had to be in a lower year. Even as me managed to overcome the stigma that welcomed him during high school, his brother’s antics seemed to intensify as he entered the real world, and in that moment he just wanted to know if it was worth it to follow him as loyally as he had always. At the time the younger Rosie he had met had echoed the small voice in his head, and yet his loyalty had never faded completely. 

But it was how he had come to see her again. And now, standing in the shop, Moon couldn’t help butt feel like it had to be a sign. There were countless other shops in the city, but somehow she had ended up at the one he worked at. Even as she responded so blandly to his teasing, Moon couldn’t help the smile on his face. His mother had always said it was his best and most defining feature. And it grew when he saw her smile back. 

Park Moon had never been the smartest guy, but there was no way there was no way he could let her leave so quickly. Had he been in better condition, he might have jumped over the counter in his haste, but the small reasonable sliver in him forced him to use the small door in the counter. His work  boots squeaking on the linoleum as he hurried to catch up with her, “Hey, Rosie.” 

He waited for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts, and reminding himself that the worst she could do was refuse him. He wasn’t a stranger to that, and in that moment he knew he couldn’t bear with himself if he didn’t at least try. “I know this is a little out of nowhere, but since we won’t be seeing each other, you know at therapy, would you..” He trailed off a little and let out a small self deprecating chuckle, hand pushing through his hair. “Would you like to go out sometime?”

as she opens the door to the repair shop, rosie curses herself for being so .. cowardly? she’s not really sure why that is, aside from the feeling of something left undone between the two of them and god only knows if or when she’d ever see moon again.  images flash before her eyes and she’s the younger girl in senior high once more, watching moon through wide eyes as he asked her about loyalty and its costs.

back then, it sounded as if no one had been loyal to him even in spite of showing his own.  now, leaving him this time, rosie hopes that he’s found someone that will show him the same loyalty without consequence.

maybe she’ll meet him again in a few years and he’d have kids of his own, and he’d look a little happier then.  she isn’t sure why this makes her heart twist the way it does, and rosie’s just about to bury her thoughts and pull open her car door when it’s moon’s breathless voice that gives her pause.

surprise colours her expression at the way he’s chased after her, tilting her head but smiling nonetheless.  “ hi, moon.” she greets again, a bemused tone sneaking its way into her voice.  “ did i forget to sign some paperwork or something?” confusion muddles her gaze then, a slight look of concern at his awkward posture and his self deprecating laugh. 

did he think that she’d refuse him? did he?

suddenly, what felt undone between them suddenly feels more like a bridge.  she feels better about leaving him in that lobby because he chased her, and rosie realizes that maybe, since she was a younger girl, she was hoping he’d turn that loyalty of his to her.  maybe that’s why she’s waited so long to date.  maybe she was just waiting for him.  and so, rosie gives him her most brilliant smile.

“ where did you want to go?”

[kimjwoo]

☽46

[luxacterna]

she remembers the day that she was first introduced to him.  lee hyunwoo, her own personal bodyguard.  with her growing popularity as a soloist, and the fact that there had been one too many near misses of problems that could have arisen without one, the company had decided it was high time to hire someone trustworthy to make sure that she was safe  -  especially because she lived alone.

her first impression of him was that he was young.  she’d expected someone quite a bit older than her at least, maybe with a bald and shining head with thick and rippling muscles that she likely would have been afraid to talk to upon first glance.  hyunwoo was different, though.  and since he’s started protecting her, she remembers every moment with him fondly  -  after all, it’s hard for her to make friends with her occupation, and it’s not like she has group mates to keep her company.  most of the time, she’s on her own and it’s unfathomably lonely.

he doesn’t often stay the night with her, unless there’s a problem or she feels too ill to stay in her grand apartment all alone.  tonight is different, though.  tonight, she’s decided that she’ll ask him to stay without the pretenses of their professional relationship because while distance may make the heart grow fond, their proximity is all that allie knows and she’s grown to love the little ways he’s taken care of her in the past year that he’s been working for her.  like the things that he hasn’t had to do, but has done for her anyway in ways that he probably didn’t think she noticed but allie thought about long nights when she was all alone.

“ hyunwoo.”  she calls to him softly, trying to catch him before he turned to leave for the evening.  allie can only imagine that he likely just wanted to go back home, after being with her since dawn practically.  did he even feel the same for her?  surely her feelings would break some bodyguard code of conduct .. 

allie can protect him if that’s the case.  she steels her resolve, and lifts her lips into a nervous smile.  “ will .. you stay here tonight? with me?”  i like you.  i want to be with you here.  “ the house seems too big tonight.”

@redpanda-rps

[theumbrellacorp]

condolences.

“I am sorry, we are closed-”

This was a flower shop that shut down any time between noon and three pm, depending on the day of the week. Believe it or not, when one ran a flower shop solo and took care of both the orders and the deliveries, things got busy. And Yonghwa, well, he didn’t want to work very hard. 

What stopped him from finishing his sentence was the fact he recognized the person standing outside of the door. Or at least, thought he did. Three months ago, he was out drinking with some friends. The club was playing a song that he liked and it put him in an interesting mood. So that night, he ended up bringing someone home and this one just might be it. 

Although, he definitely looked happier three months ago. 

“Come on in,” Yonghwa said, pulling wide the door he was going to shut just a minute ago. “Here to order some flowers?” He grabbed his notebook from the counter. That’s right, handwritten notes, he really was running this shop old school. 

He didn’t hear an order right away, because the guy was clearly distracted by his own misery. Poor thing, he looked like he just lost his best friend. 

“Or…can I get you something else first. A glass of water, perhaps?” @luxacterna

[luxacterna]

the voice barely registers in his mind, and subin doesn’t even recognize the words until moments later.  it’s like they’re in another language, or spoken to him while he’s underwater.  they’re faded, unremarkable, and all that subin really has on his mind is his grief.

when he finally understands though, he nods his head.  “ oh.” he’s about to turn on his heel, his body feeling heavier than it ever has in his entire life but the owner of the flower shop stops him and invites him in.  if it was any other day, any other happier day, subin may have recognized him.  he’s not all too unobservant, it’s just that there are circumstances that make him so.  they make him tired, drag through the world as if he’s atlas and the weight of it all is resting on his shoulders.

it’s a struggle to follow his words.  subin lifts his eyes as the owner bustles around, grabbing a pen and a notebook and it’s then that he nods his head.  “ yes ..” though the question that he was answering wasn’t about flowers, it was about water.  he looks at the glass in confusion when it’s pushed towards him because he was certain he was talking about flowers.  “ funeral flowers.”

the reality of what he says rings with a finality in the air.  “ i’m going to a funeral.”

[luxacterna]

everything feels wrong and it’s getting under his skin.

he’s not sure what it is.  it’s just a normal one night stand but it definitely didn’t satisfy and it all but made him uncomfortable  -  physically, and mentally.  it’s the first time this has ever happened to subin, as by now he’s used to the long nights where men will run their hands all over him and he’ll enjoy the process of it.  tonight though, it’s left him in a bad mood and that’s the understatement of the century.

that’s why when the guy from a couple of nights ago  -  what was his name? alex?  -  shows up, anger glaring in his eyes like a fire roaring to life, subin too is ready to throw his punches.  he’s not expecting the other to stalk up to him, he’s not expecting the tight grip on his wrist and he’s certainly not expecting the gritted teeth and all that anger to be directed right at him.

they fucked one time, and sure it was good enough that it left subin thinking about him the entire time he was trying to enjoy his night between the sheets with someone else.  the fact that he couldn’t feel satisfied and only imagined him left him with a pain he couldn’t quite describe and yet alex is the one who’s angry?  for what?

“ the fuck is your problem?” subin hisses, trying to tug his arm out from alex’s grip but  -  he’s stronger than he looks.  it’s a little intriguing but he bites down that excitement in favour of his fury.  “ who are you to be tugging me around like this?” 

@redpanda-rps

[capricornculture-deactivated202]