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Nurse Me

Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Sungyeol is there in the corridor, slumped over against the door frame, looking quite pale. As if that’s not bad enough, Myungsoo then notices the bruises and scratches that litter the man’s skin. Not again.

Nothing good ever came out of people knocking on your door at four a.m. in the morning anyway.

The first time Sungyeol decided that it would be a good idea to drop by the boy’s house with his face covered in blood had Myungsoo scared to the brink of tears, and then ended with a long nagging after that as he did his best to clean up the red stains off Sungyeol’s skin.

As Myungsoo helps the other man over to lie on the couch, with groans and hisses from both parties because Sungyeol isn’t very light, and Myungsoo is not being particularly gentle. He’s pissed off. Not because Sungyeol won’t listen to him, but because he can’t do anything about it. All he can do is sit around waiting for Sungyeol to come knocking and then pick up the pieces, and he wasn’t even good at that. 

His shaking hands fumble with the cotton swabs and the bottle of disinfectant, mirthlessly noting the stains he will have to scrub off his couch later. “I don’t know why you don’t want to go to a hospital, I had to google everything last time you were here,” Myungsoo muttered under his breath as he none too gently dabbed at the various lacerations on Sungyeol’s once smooth skin. He ignores all the hisses and winces forthcoming.

He bites down hard on his lower lip as he practically covers the man all over with bandages and band-aids. It’s a difficult thing to explain, what Myungsoo is feeling right now. He wants to pull the man into his arms and never let go, but he also wants to smack Sungyeol real good.

“We’re going to have to talk about this in the morning.”

Instead, he grabs a spare blanket from his closet and tosses it over Sungyeol. Myungsoo discreetly tries to tuck it around the man’s shoulders under the pretence of picking some imaginary lint off the cover. He stays up the rest of the night sitting next to Sungyeol to make sure the guy doesn’t try to escape when morning comes. It’s not because Myungsoo is worried about him or anything. That’s silly.

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Snow

Snow: Our characters in the cold together.

Myungoo doesn’t ever complain about much, but this is something else entirely. They’re waiting in the cold, and have been waiting in the cold, for a bus that doesn’t seem to be coming. He tucks his hands under his armpits, desperate to seek for any sort of warmth in this godforsaken weather.

“Why couldn’t we have just taken a cab?” he grumbles. Myungsoo gets cold easily, and coupled with the fact that he hates being cold, his mood is quickly dropping. He sends a glare Daehyun’s way, hoping that looks actually could kill. He’s been told he’s got quite the stare.

A gentle breeze blows by, and it doesn’t affect Myungsoo that much through all the different layers of shirts and sweaters he’s wearing, topped with the scarf that he actually had the sense to bring with him. Daehyun, on the other hand, is slightly less prepared, donning only a simple jacket. The man is probably trying to hide it, but Myungsoo can practically hear his teeth chattering.

The boy clicks his tongue disapprovingly, and unwraps the scarf from around his neck. He tosses it around Daehyun’s shoulders before shoving his ungloved hands back into his pockets.

“It’s always better to overdress than to underdress, didn’t you know that?”

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Dream

Dream: My character will have a dream about your character

It starts out like any other normal day. Myungsoo is clocking in for his part-time job at the electronics store, like any other Tuesday morning, and takes his seat behind the counter, awaiting customers to grace this little store with their presence. 

( Barely more than a few minutes pass by before the bell over the door rings, indicating that someone has come. Myungsoo looks up and the room gets darker. He can’t quite make out the face (it’s all a little blurry) but he knows who it is right away. 

Can I help you?

There’s no reply forthcoming. All Myungsoo gets is a chill that goes deep into the marrow of his bones. He’s no longer in the store. Instead, he’s sitting on the cold wet ground, back in the room where it all began.

Something pricks his arm, the part just above his elbow. He sees something that looks vaguely like a needle, the needle is connected to a tube with a nozzle and piston. His gaze travels further up and he sees and he recognises.

Myungsoo thrashes around, feeling the needle slice through his skin and draw blood. He doesn’t like it, and he feels sick to his stomach. His body is sticky all over and he looks up each time only to see that single eye staring back at him coldly, void of all emotion. )

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Something wet is trickling down his cheeks. His heart is beating wildly against his ribs and it takes some time to calm down. Myungsoo lifts his head from the counter top, and glances down to see his arms wet with tears from when he laid his head down on them. He quickly wipes them away and takes in deep breaths.

It’s already been a few weeks since that incident, but he remembers it as if it was just yesterday.

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5. Eyelid Kiss

It was quiet all around, save for the soft breathing of the sleeping lady beside Cipher. After much vehement protesting and persistence, he had finally urged her to actually get some sleep while he took his turn keeping watch. People in their profession would most probably be accustomed to losing a great number of hours of sleep, but it didn’t mean that they didn’t need to catch any shut-eye at all.

Unbeknownst to himself, Cipher’s gaze kept straying away from the window to fall onto Yuri. It was taboo, for members of different gangs to come together and cooperate, but here they were; cooperating. Believe it or not, both of them had encountered more than a few close shaves, and they were definitely being kept under a scrutinising eye. They were never supposed to meet again after their first ‘mission’ together, but here they were.

Yuri stirred slightly. She opened her eyes for a moment, as if she was about to wake up, but Cipher quickly hushed her and lulled her back to sleep, pushing a few stray strands of hair away from her face. Without any second thoughts, he bent forward and placed a gentle few kisses onto her now closed eyelids. “Go to sleep, I can handle keeping watch for a few hours,” he murmured.

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It hurts!

8. Your muse punches mine in the face, but hits harder than they expect, and now my muse is unconscious.

“You fucking suck.”

The chances of Junho actually giving him a proper apology were zero to none, so Sungyeol was going to swear at him as much as he wanted to. What was the big deal anyway? He didn’t deserve any of this shit. It was pretty obvious he would wash it when he returned it. Despite Junho’s various beliefs, it was normal for people to practice hygiene, personal or not.

So Sungyeol wanted to know why he wasl the one who had to be sitting on the floor, holding a pack of ice to his cheek because he just got socked in the face by an overly sensitive, out of control man child. He never knew Junho could be that strong either. Sungyeol was loathe to admit it, but he was quite sure he blacked out for a good few seconds, (Junho told him he was out for two hours but fuck him) since he suddenly found himself lying on the floor with no idea how he got there.

“It was just underwear. I hate you.”

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6. Fingers Kiss

“I told you it was hot, didn’t I?” Cipher scolded lightly as he marched over. All he said earlier was to grab the pot off the stove, thinking it was common sense for Baekhyun to take it with anything that wasn’t his bare hands at least. His lips pursed ever so slightly as he quickly grabbed a couple of ice cubes and wrapped them up in a cloth.

Cipher’s frown deepened even further as he studied the reddened skin. They didn’t look too bad, but it was bad enough. Ignoring any and all protests forthcoming, he took Baekhyun’s hand in his and stuck it under the running faucet . Everyone had had their share of burns at some point in their life before, so it wasn’t that big a deal, but even so. Cipher tutted, tongue clicking on the roof of his mouth.

After a few long moments, he switched off the tap and was pleased to see that the other’s skin wasn’t such an angry red anymore. Without much thought, he brought those burnt fingertips to press gently against his lips, his cool breath gracing over them before he let go of Baekhyun’s wrist. Cipher pulled back with a small smile on his mouth. “There. Good as new.” Not really, but all the same. He turned back to tinkering on the kitchen stove like nothing happened.

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12. Ghost Kiss

Cipher fidgeted around. He was stuck in a room with yet another person he didn’t want to be stuck in a room with, though he really wanted to avoid this person in particular. ‘Key’, as he went by, and rooms didn’t bode well for Cipher. Certain images were currently flashing through his head and none of them were pleasant in the slightest.

He found himself curling into a protective little ball in his seat in the corner of the coffee shop. There were other people around as well but it didn’t make him feel any less paranoid.

Cipher was chanting over and over in his head. If he said it enough times maybe it would actually come true. I am invisible. You cannot see me. I’m not in this room!

Hey.

Cipher would recognise that voice anywhere. In fact, it still haunted his dreams every singe night. Don’t look up don’t look up don’t look up and he’ll go away.

Look at me.

The voice was much closer now. Way too close for comfort. But Cipher felt compelled to listen to it. He was afraid of what might happen if he didn’t. His fingers trembled as they gripped tightly onto the edge of his chair, and painfully dredged up the courage to finally lift his head.

What Cipher wasn’t expecting was the warm breath brushing against his cheek, and what might have been something soft ghosting over the shell of his ear.

The first reaction was to flinch away. The following was to get as far away as possible. Cipher frantically began shoving his books back into his bag before slinging it haphazardly over his shoulder. With a boldness fuelled by fear and utter panic, Cipher quickly gathered his things and pushed past the man, steps hurried and not stopping to look behind.

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It Hurts

1. My muse finds your muse bleeding out from a stab wound inflicted by an intruder.

“Kim Byungjoo.”

The door to said boy’s dormitory room swung open without so much as a knock or ‘good day’. Not that the boy deserved one anyway.

The moment Sungyeol stepped into the room, he knew something was wrong. At this time, Byungjoo would usually be sitting at his desk burning his eyes out studying for tests or something like that, but it was eerily quiet. He should have known Sungyeol was coming anyway.

As a last resort, he kicked open the door to the bathroom with a sharp click of his tongue.

He was assaulted by a strong smell of iron. The white tiled bathroom floor was replaced with a pool of crimson. In the middle of it all was Byungjoo, looking smaller than ever. What to feel? It definitely wasn’t the empty bathroom Sungyeol was expecting.

He knelt down beside the wounded student, hyperaware of the blood soaking into the knees of his jeans. Sungyeol patted Byungjoo’s cheek lightly. “Hey. Can you hear me? Blink your eyes or whatever if you can.”

Byungjoo’s eyes were unfocused and glazed over, staring at a point somewhere to Sungyeol’s side. He made what should have been a gurgling sound, but it came out as frothy, bloody bubbles from the deep gash to his jugular. Whoever or whatever did this was certainly brutal. If no one had come to check up on Byungjoo, he would have died a slow and torturous death, literally drowning in his own blood.

“Good.”

A genuine smile tugged at the corners of Sungyeol’s lips. Macabre as it was, it was a while since Sungyeol had ever felt so pleased.

He grabbed Byungjoo’s chin, forcing the younger to meet his gaze. “You’d think with your cute face you would have lasted longer than this. Should have known you were a shitty investment from the start.”

It was hilarious, in a very morbid way. Sungyeol’s words were the last things Byungjoo would hear. The boy didn’t even deserve to die peacefully.

Sungyeol settled down onto the bloody bathroom floor and fished his phone out from the pocket. Byungjoo wouldn’t even last another ten minutes. It would entertaining, surely, if the medics found Sungyeol crying, supposedly grieving over the tragic loss of a dear friend.