#blind series

[bluishghost]

Do you ever just come across a series that f- messes up with your mind with all the mindgames?

That happens to like once in a while and it always makes me question my sanity

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Blind // Yoo Kihyun - 18 Finale

Blind Chapter 17 / Eighteen Finale

Seeing your eyes was the highlight of most of Kihyun’s days.

He was patient and caring and loving. He waited for you day in and day out.  He sat by your side and would sing to you, and read to you; he would hold your hand and sit silently if that’s what you wanted.

The pain was subsiding, day by day. Kihyun was surprised how long the transfusions were taking. Not that you needed more, just that your blood was having difficulties cycling back through. Your wounds were scars now, but it had been a few days—normally they’d have been scars in a day or less. You often complained about pain, about feeling like your arm was entirely severed from your body, but he stood with you, by your side, through all of it.

Today he’d just shown up from your dad’s house, the first one of the three of them at the hospital. He had a horrible dream the previous night about you not making it through the night, so he hopped out of bed first, wanting to see you before anything else.

He came into your room and you just laid there as you normally did. Your tubes had mostly been removed by this point—you were eating and breathing on your own again. You’d dealt with some nasty infections that caused your health to decline a bit, but you seemed to be doing a lot better.

“Hey,” he whispered as he came up to your bedside.

“Hi,” you replied hoarsely, your eyes still closed.

“Can I see those beautiful eyes?” he asked you, taking your hand to give it a tight squeeze.

Your eyes fluttered open to look at him, your vision a little blurry at first since you weren’t used to the light. His smile came into focus as he looked at you and watched him mouth the word wow.  “How are you feeling today?” he asked you, wanting to stay by your side right there instead of moving to his seat.

“I’m doing better; it doesn’t hurt as bad anymore and I’m glad to have all those tubes out,” you told him, motioning to your face with your free hand when referencing the tubes.

“Mmhm,” he hummed, “your aunty is, too. They’re thinking you can go home today,” he said, his smile growing just a little bit.  He watched your lips pull into a smile too as you adjusted to be more square on your back.

“Yeah, they’ve had me walking while you aren’t here just to make sure I have the strength. But I never felt weak, really.”

“She only has so much leeway with you, sweetheart,” Kihyun laughed, reminding you of the fact that most normal doctors weren’t sure how to treat demi-gods as he pushed your hair back. “They have to treat you like you’re any other patient, even if you’re not.”

“I know, but I just want to go home; I’m sure my boy’s missing table scraps,” you said, referring to your dog who was quite capable himself to find food in the forest, so you weren’t concerned.

Kihyun’s lips pursed a little bit. Once you were out of the hospital, he was concerned what his fate would be. He was obviously well enough to be on his own, and had been for a while, but considering the developments between the two of you, he was a little in the dark concerning where he would end up when it was all said and done.  

“I want you to go home, too,” he said, kind of sadly.

He could see it click on your face.

“You’ve been in that trailer for four years…” you muttered, “and now that it’s all over…”

“I don’t really have a home,” Kihyun laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck.

“Kihyun…” you trailed off, reaching for him and he took your hand, lacing your fingers.

“I don’t want to be invasive,” he said—typical Kihyun.  

“Are you really invading at this point?” you asked and there was a looming silence between the two of you. He looked at you for a bit before looking away, hoping you’d further explain. “Kihyun, at the end there, I know you were fit enough to be out on your own. Frankly, I didn’t want you to go. I still don’t want you to go. You slept in my bed and…” you trailed again.

“And I don’t regret anything that happened,” he reassured you, still gripping your hand. “Do you?”

“Of course I don’t.”

“If I had a home… you know I’d be begging you to move in. You know I’d be telling you how much I’d miss you if you didn’t. I know the forest is your responsibility, and you could never leave, but I just—”

“Stay with me, for good,” you interrupted.

His mouth was still agape, trying to look for words, to finish his sentence that you had interrupted, but he couldn’t wrack his brain for anything to say, still trying to process what you’d said. He whispered your name after a minute before the door opened.

It was your father, his face beaming after having stood outside your hospital room to listen to the interaction between the two of you. “I think he’s good for you,” your father mentioned, stepping around Kihyun to his side. He turned his head to look over the young male to his right to give him a good over, his smile never leaving his face. “I’ve never seen you happy, until him,” he spoke, talking to you but still watching Kihyun. “I’ve never seen you smile, I’ve never seen you beam, I’ve never seen you have such a reason to live, until him.”

Kihyun was blushing now. Was he getting your father’s blessing, even if it was just to date you? Or move in with you? Or whatever it was that you were doing? He looked away from your dad, eyes panning to you, almost requesting your assistance or any type of advice.

“Dad,” you whined, your own blush filling your face. Kihyun’s fingers, wrapped around yours, pulled your hand deeper into his—a small motion that your dad noticed.

“I’m just saying; he’s been with me and Hoseok for a few days—he’s very husband-y. He’s a good cleaner, a good cook, he’ll take care of you, I can tell,” your dad continues, Kihyun’s blush growing, fingers wrapping tighter around yours. You, on the other hand, couldn’t turn any way to help cover your blush. You couldn’t even keep your eyes on Kihyun’s you were so embarrassed. That was typical of your dad.

“I really just came in to see how you were doing. They’re thinking you can go home today,” he told you, in almost the same tone as Kihyun.

“I know, dad, Kihyun told me,” you whispered back, happy that he was there to see you but hoping he would just leave for a minute while you and Kihyun recuperate from the never-ending embarrassment. He gave you a soft smile, a soft smile that changed to a you know what to do smile as it shifted to Kihyun before he turned on his heel and was on his way out, saying that he’d come back at another time.

The whole thing would be easy, you thought. All of Kihyun’s belongings were already there—anything he’d get could just be at your place. There was nothing really preventing Kihyun from moving in with you other than each your own reservations. But what were they even really about? It’s not like he hadn’t slept in your bed or stayed with you for days already.

“You could just stay, you know,” you suggested.

Kihyun sighed a bit, searching for something to say. Not really to deny you, or himself, but just to say something.

“Don’t you think it’s a little… fast?” he asked after moments of contemplation.

“Nothing about this, about us, has been slow, Kihyun,” you reminded him, though you often recalled that you tried to make it slow, without being hurled into the state you are now that may have gone over much better. But here you were, the circumstances being what they were and Kihyun was silently agreeing with you in the form of a gentle nod.

You two decided to drop the conversation for now—perhaps it was a better one to have at a different time. The day ended up with you being discharged, thankfully. You’d spent some time at your dad’s just catching up and checking on Wonho and the likes, Kihyun always at your side.

Until Wonho had dragged you away for a serious conversation. He took you into the backroom, the one that used to be your bedroom, and had you look around for a bit. He could see the nostalgia, all the feeling of childhood rush back to you after being thrown into adulthood so quickly considering the death of your mother. He watched you as he sat on your bed, waiting until you were ready.

“What did you need to say, Hoseok?” you finally asked him, your fingers touching over your old dresser. The room had remained exactly the same from the time you were a little kid, it was almost eerie.

“I want to talk to you about Kihyun,” he said.

“I gathered that,” you replied bluntly. “I mean, what do you need to say about him.”

“Listen to me very closely. Kihyun has a past, okay? We all do. I just want to warn you about the PTSD, some nights he’ll snap, some nights he’ll need to be alone, some nights he’ll sleep with a knife clutched to his chest. Give him time; I know he wants to hurl into this blindly with you, but you need to understand where we’ve been for the last four years,” he tried to explain to you. It quickly caught your attention, that was for sure.

For the time that Kihyun had been there, you’d only experience one mild melt-down; Hoseok was warning you of things a lot more serious than that. You honestly hadn’t even taken into consideration the PTSD.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he said, an utterance of your name after when he felt like he was losing you, “don’t focus on that, just keep it at the back of your mind—what needs to be at the front is that he loves you. I know he does. I see it in the way he looks at you, the need to be by your side every second of the day. Despite anything that the two of you go through that I know you’ll know is solvable, above it all remember how he feels for you,” he continued, finally taking your shoulders after standing to really keep your attention.

“And I know you love him. It’s not going to be a glittering trail; it’s going to be rough. There’s going to be fights, you’re going to yell, you’re going to get mad, he’s going to opt to sleep in the guest bed but know none of it matters because I know you’re his priority now.”

You nodded your head. You had figured all of this from the very beginning. Nothing good in life was every easy. “I don’t know if he’ll stay with you; I really don’t. No matter what he chooses, know he’s choosing it because he thinks that’s best for you. Because he wants to do what’s good for you, what’s right for you. He’s crazy about you; believe me when I say that.”

“I do,” you replied, eyes finally catching his.

He brought you into a tight hug, reminding you how much he missed you and if you ever needed anything, he and dad would be there for you no matter what. He gave you one last encouraging go before sending you back out into the main room where your father and Kihyun looked like they had just gotten out of a serious conversation.

Kihyun was leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped as he looked to the floor until he noticed you and Wonho. You saw the look in his eye—it was time to head back up.

Whether or not he was going to stay, all of his things were at your place, so he followed you back when you were ready. Your dad drove the two of you up to the clearing, but it was up to you from there to get to your home. Kihyun took your hand as you headed for the wall of trees, dragging him behind you until you came to it. A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you looked at it, following the trunks up to the canopy above and back down to take your first step.

It was on a rock already there, but the earth shifted slowly. You clearly weren’t back to full strength, but it would have to do. The more you climbed, the more the stairs formed, but the more your wounds hurt. Kihyun grabbed your hand tighter, concern crossing his face as he cleared his throat, causing you to look back.

Silently he asked if you were okay. You just turned your head back forward and with a determined growl in your throat, proceeded up the mountain. At this point he was behind you for safety purposes, but you made the trek with him and soon you were at your front door. You grabbed the handle before you stopped and turned to Kihyun.

“Before we go in, I want you to know that I really wish you’d stay. I know things have been fast between us and I know that’s recipe for disaster and I know you need to get your feet back under you—if it turns out sour I’m sure Hoseok would help you. But I just can’t imagine… I can’t imagine being without you anymore,” you explained, your eyes finding his feet first, gradually moving up to his eyes as you continued your short speech.

Kihyun marveled you, hands by his sides as he watched you speak. He could hear everything you were saying, and could feel the way it tickled his heart, but there was just one matter to take care of.

“Then allow me to formally ask you to be mine,” he said, taking your hand again to lift it to his lips. He kissed every one of your knuckles before the back of your hand and then tugged you in. “Will you be?” he asked, his breath fanning your face, he was that close.

“Yes; I will,” you replied, a smile breaking across your face especially as he kissed your forehead.

“Perfect,” he whispered, hoisting you up into his arms bridal-style. You’d turned the knob enough that the door unlatched, so he had no problem pushing through it to carry you into your home. Unconventional, but you’d be lying if it didn’t send butterflies through your stomach.

Here, in your home up on the mountain, with the man you love—there was no place you’d rather be.

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Blind // Yoo Kihyun  - 11

Blind Chapter 10 / Eleven /Blind Chapter 12

Kihyun’s warm body on your back comforted you back to sleep, but only for a little while. The sun was blaring through your blinds now and onto your face. When you shifted, Kihyun shifted with you; you smiled, happy he was still there. Your hand which rested over the top of his curled over to interlock your fingers, eliciting a hum from Kihyun right into your ear.

“Did you fall back asleep?” he asked you, his voice a little raspy, signifying that he sure did.

“Just for a little,” you replied, “your sleepy voice is cute,” you blurted. Your eyes widened, realizing what you had just said but tried to not make any sudden movements.

Kihyun laughed quietly into your ear, his head shingled with yours, so his lips were basically rested on it. “Thank you,” he rasped. “You’re just pretty cute in general.”

Now you were really blushing, really trying hard to not move or to lose your cool, especially when he stretched a bit, rolling away from you, a hand turning you to face him. His leg slid between yours once you were on your back, an elbow taking purchase of the bed on either side of your body. “Especially when you just wake up,” he said, brushing your hair away from your eyes so he could get a better look at them—misty, not ready for the daylight, still a little unfocused. “And when you’re blushing and looking at me like I’m just torturing you,” he laughed.

A few moments of silence passed when you couldn’t think of anything to say. You merely watched his eyes watch yours before they shifted down your face. You couldn’t really tell, because he was already so close, but you were fairly certain he was staring at you lips.

Your eyes couldn’t help but slip back closed, your breath hitching in your throat as you prepared for what you thought was coming. His breath was on your lips causing you to shiver underneath him almost unnoticeably. His leg between yours shifted, giving himself a little more leverage over you. His nose brushed on yours purposefully, a small touch of comfort normally overlooked, but it made your stomach fill with butterflies.

It was so quiet, you could hear him swallow, and the breath that once fanned your lips disappearing for a fraction of a second only to return. You were sure at this point you were so nervous your lips were quivering, which proved to be true when his lips barely brushed yours, testing the water in a way.

“Kihyun,” you whispered, your lips brushing his as you spoked his name. One of your hands was hooked under his arm and over his shoulder, the other trying to ground yourself as you grabbed the sheets beneath you.  The anticipation was killing you, but you knew he was waiting for you to tell him to back off.  

“You remember, when I said how fucking tempting you were?” he asked you, those lips tantalizingly close to yours.

“I do,” you breathed back, your body getting antsy as it shifted underneath him.  

“I’ve tried my best to be respectful, to be a good boy,” he told you. You could feel how badly he was holding himself back now. Was he asking you for permission?

“You have,” you replied. The breath against your lips was slightly labored now. “You’ve done a good job, being here with me,” you praised him which was an attempt to make the whole thing a little easier on him. But it didn’t make it easier. You gave a rickety hiss when his hand trailed down your side, over your hip to your leg to hoist it over his hip.  

“I could just have you,” he growled. It was enough for you to grant him a small noise of approval. “If you would just… grant me,” he continued lowly, his teeth quickly nipping your needy bottom lip. You had to admit, you were a little taken aback by the whole thing, but the second you remembered his setting for the past four years and that he was indeed a man, and there you were, laying on your bed, totally vulnerable… how could you expect to not be here right now, especially considering all of the thing he’s said to and about you since arriving.

Your hand that was previously hooked on his shoulder was knotted in his shirt now. Quickly, you moistened your lips and then swallowed hard. Was this really about to happen?  Your head was already spinning and nothing had even happened yet. But in the time that he had you pinned under him, his scent had become much more noticeable. It was drowning you now.  

“Baby steps, Kihyun,” you told him and he took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. His nose nuzzled yours again, turning your head for him enough for his lips to graze yours for a moment again, not really fully settling in.  He took that same, needy bottom lip between his to kiss you, and a full, exasperated sigh fell from your lips and into his.   He could feel you relax underneath him, relax into his lingering kiss.

Honestly, it was magical.

Even when his lips pulled away only to return, it was magical. You thought all those butterflies were going to come right out your throat, the way he so tenderly handled you after talking so aggressively.  This time, when his lips pulled away, his eyes cracked open to look at you, yours doing the same to meet his. “Baby steps,” he reminded himself only for his mouth to slant back over yours again, this time a little more needy.  

His right hand left your leg to let it slip off his hip as it came up to cup your cheek, directing the kiss until his lips departed from yours again—this time, they didn’t come back to yours. They dodged your face and flittered down your jaw until that met your neck. Two kisses on your neck in, and you were about to lose it. “Baby steps, Kihyun,” you reminded him, gently putting pressure on his chest after your hand unclenched his shirt.  

“Sorry,” he muttered, breathing hard against your neck. He didn’t leave it; he just laid there trying to build his will.  It was incredible, really, how much your lips already missed his. But you had to cut him off; he needed to be cut off. He was never going to follow your baby steps request if you didn’t. He couldn’t do it, though. His lips gathered yours again for another tender kiss—you gladly accepted.  

When he pulled away this time, he rolled off of you to lie to your side.  

It was in that moment that Kihyun knew he wasn’t ready to leave. Or rather, he never wanted to leave. It had only been a few days but, considering the circumstances, he had already grown so attached to you. Part of it had to be that demi-goddess treachery, being a tempting and mind-numbing trap. Kihyun didn’t feel that. He genuinely felt drawn to you.

Regardless, he tried to collect his thoughts as he lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. You were basically doing the same when his hand slipped into yours, interlocking your fingers before he felt like he needed to explain himself.

“I don’t know what came over me,” he tried.

“You’re a boy who has lacked affection for the longest time,” you replied, telling yourself that was it, even if you did thoroughly enjoy the time.

He opened his mouth for words, jaw twitching as he looked for the right starting word. “It’s more than that,” he defended, turning his head to face you. “I mean, yes, I am a boy and yes, I do crave that attention but it’s not as simple as fill the void and then go. Quite frankly… I don’t want to go.”

“Are you sure you’re not still sick?” you asked, trying to find some sort of distraction. The topic was giving you butterflies and you couldn’t distinguish if they were good or bad, but he made you feel something so overwhelming you thought you were going to be sick. Your hand pressed to his forehead in search for a fever you knew wasn’t there anymore.

Kihyun shoved your hand away and sat up, twisting his body to face you. “Listen to me,” he said. “I don’t think it’s your goddess mind-powers tricking me to fall for you, like I think you think it is. I think I—”

The sound of a gunshot rang through the forest, but only your ears could pick up the lack of echo that came with it—that’s how you knew it was a gun—and Kihyun’s speech was paused at the realization that your attention had shifted and that there was a very, very concerned look on your face. Your eyes had widened, your head tilting to concentrate on any further noises that disrupted your forest. You swallowed hard.

You scrambled from the bed faster than Kihyun could keep track of as you pulled on your boots. He followed you down stairs, jumping into his own shoes as you threw on a jacket and left out the door. He struggled to keep up with you, trying to pull on a jacket of his own as you tore through the trees down the side of the mountain. Kihyun was having a difficult time following your steps—it was the only way he was going to be getting down with you as fast as you were going. The two of you were heading straight to the clearing, only a fraction of a minute it was to you before you were at the edge of the clearing.

From a distance you could see the barrel of the smoking gun that had caused the birds and other fauna to flee the scene. It was pointed in your direction, but the victim was already dead on the ground. Your eyes didn’t have to strain to see who it was. In that moment, Kihyun finally caught up to you. The warmth of his chest against your shoulder was enough to distract you as you peeked around the trees, but when your eyes turned back to look at him, the same horrified expression covered his face.

“Wonho…” he spoke after a moment of his jaw being totally slack. You didn’t think fast enough in time to react before he had pushed passed you and ran into the clearing.

“Kihyun, don’t!” you yelled, running after him.

“You bastard!” Kihyun yelled, quickly approaching Jooheon who was the man behind the pistol. You’d never heard Kihyun’s voice so low, so commanding and angry.

“Ahh, Kihyun, you’re alive,” Jooheon laughed, but Kihyun’s feet were pulling him towards the younger man at such a pace, it wasn’t long before Jooheon’s grin faded, knowing he was being seriously threatened right now.

“You’re going to kill everyone until nobody’s left!” Kihyun roared, taking Jooheon’s jacket tight into his fists to slam the younger boy against the trailer.

Only then did you pass Wonho whose breathing was incredibly labored. His chest rose and fell quite unsteadily; the blood that had been pooling in his mouth had finally slipped out the side, down his cheek and into the grass under his head. His body was sprawled in the grass, having fallen rather ungracefully.

“Apparently the first time it didn’t work on you, so I guess I’ll have to do it myself,” Jooheon threatened, his arms unpinned due to Kihyun’s lack of consideration as he shoved the barrel into Kihyun’s forehead. The pin clicked, Jooheon’s finger on the trigger, pulling it slowly.

The shot went off, ringing through the air and the birds scattered once again. Kihyun’s eyes had clenched closed prior to the shot, and there was a ringing in his ears so intense, it felt like a flash bomb had gone off.

“What the fuck?”

Kihyun’s eyes cracked open, the hot metal barrel no longer pressed against his forehead. Another slam against the trailer brought Kihyun’s attention to his left, where you were, pinning Jooheon’s wrist against the trailer only to slam it with the hard bottom part of your palm, rendering his hand immobile and therefore releasing the gun to fall to the grass.

“Your reign of my forest is over,” you growled to him. You looked to Kihyun and quickly motioned him to tend to Wonho. He stumbled away from Jooheon, making the conscious decision to grab the gun on the way over to his dying friend as you took control of the situation.

“You saved him? After all of this, and you saved him!” Jooheon yelled in your face incredulously. The trailer door slammed open, three other boys filing out in a rushed manner around the trailer to the side the four of you were on. Shownu led the pack, the other two staying close.

“Well, well, well,” Shownu started. You dropped Jooheon back to his feet as you took a couple of steps back, your hands by your sides ready if need be, and you knew it would come down to that. “The little forest nymph saved Kihyun’s life, and now here she is, right in the middle of the wolf pack,” Shownu said, earning some vicious laughs from his posse.

Hyungwon helped Jooheon to his feet as you steadily watched Shownu’s eyes as the four of them drew closer to you. You continued taking steps back, keeping the distance you desperately needed if you were going to have to defend yours, Kihyun’s, and the remainder of Wonho’s lives. Shownu’s eyes shifted over to Kihyun—

“Don’t you look at him! He’s no dog in his fight. It’s between you and me,” you yelled to Shownu.

“Grown a little soft spot for our boy, Kihyun have we?” Shownu taunted.

“You say our boy as if you didn’t leave him out to die,” you growled, your fists clenching as the rage filled your chest, fire growing in your eyes as you looked at the four of them. Changkyun reached back, his eyes shifting to Kihyun too, but you weren’t about to let anything happen to him. Your right hand flew up, and so did a sheet of earth in front of Changkyun, separating him from Shownu and the others, but also blocking him when he drew his gun.  Shownu and the others looked over in shock, having highly underestimated your powers.

The sheet of earth slowly faded back down as you were forced a few more steps back. Changkyun’s gun had been mishandled, having flown off somewhere with the hit of the earth against his hand which he was now distractedly tending to. You were busy watching him before you noticed Shownu lunging at you. With no time to react enough to get the ground up between the two of you, you grappled with him.

Your back hit the ground with a hard thud, both of Shownu’s arms in your hands as you managed to get your feet under his hips to kick him back over you. Jooheon had arrived a second later, a knife in his hand with the intention of driving through your neck, but became lodged in the ground the second you rolled over and gained your footing. Your focus shifted to Hyungwon, who you knew had a tendency to slink around and be surprising. He caught your gaze as your foot shoved off the ground, breaking into a sprint towards him.

He side-stepped you, sending you into the trailer that you would have hit head on if you didn’t account for the fact that that’s exactly what you expected from him. Your boot planted in the hard metal, giving you enough energy to push off it in Hyungwon’s direction and tackle him to the ground. He struggled with your arms, a hand wrapped around his neck as one of his was in your face, blinding you as he tried to get his legs underneath you to push you off. You broke his elbow in, bending his arm to free your face, both your hands collecting his neck as the adrenaline forced you to choke him.

Hyungwon was gasping for air, the lack of oxygen unable to grant him enough energy to pull your hands away from him. His eyes were rolling back and you were so close to offing him until you felt a knee in your ribs, crushing you off Hyungwon and into the grass a foot or so away. You could hear Hyungwon’s cough as his lungs struggled for air, but Shownu was quickly approaching you.

Your clenched fist pounded the earth, shaking Shownu and company off balance and your eyes had a second to check Kihyun and Wonho again. Kihyun was panicking, between watching his own back and tending to Wonho, it was a circus for him.  You had to do something the three of you were going to make it out alive.

You were on your way over to Kihyun and Wonho when Jooheon’s knife blade caught your eyebrow, slitting it open and blood started pouring over your eye. You hadn’t seen him try to intervene on your course, and now he had the upper hand—or would have, if he had the knife skills Kihyun possessed. He was slashing frantically, slashing your hands, your arms, anything you used to protect yourself as you shifted around him.

“Kihyun!” you yelled, getting his attention but your eyes never left Jooheon as you attempted to evade him now. “Kihyun I need your knife!”

Frantically he searched his pockets, pulling it out to throw it in your direction, a good fifty feet away and it landed about two feet from you and Jooheon who paused and looked towards the knife before looking at you, you doing the same. His plan was to dash for the knife so you had no mode of defending yourself or even beating him, but your leg extended, tripping him up and then dashed for the knife.

You slid through the grass, picking it up on your way and flipping it open just in time as Jooheon was approaching you quickly.

The tanging sounds of the knife blades crashing echoed in your ears, only able to see with one of your eyes since you hadn’t had time to wipe the blood off your face. If there was anything you learned about knife fighting, the number one rule was to disarm your opponent as soon as you could. So while Jooheon was slashing away at you, trying to for your body, your knife picked at his hands, cutting away his will to hold it until it fell from his hands.

He fell to his knees when your knife approached his throat, but you had more important things to deal with rather than killing him, as Shownu and Changkyun were quickly approaching Kihyun now. With a swift elbow to the side of the head, Jooheon was out cold and would be for a while, body sprawled in the grass.

You wiped your eye with the sleeve of your shirt, giving you your full sight back for only a minute, a minute long enough to fabricate a wall of dense rock between Kihyun and Shownu. His eyes flickered to you and you stood ready, bloodied knife in your slit hands, your labored breathing heaving your chest as you waited for him when he began to approach you. Shownu’s only advantage was that he was much bigger and much stronger than you, which he used accordingly as he grabbed the wrist of your unoccupied hand, the other holding the knife between the thick leather of his wallet as he forced you to the ground.

Quickly, he disarmed you, twisting the knife out of your grip to discard out of your reach. Changkyun was occupied trying to find his way around the rock wall, only to find that it was a cylinder containing the two boys you had to protect the most.  

“Your time’s up,” Shownu growled to you, pulling his leg up to pin one of your hands down with his boot, his free hand able to get a hold of your neck, the same way you’d gripped Hyungwon’s. You struggled underneath him, but he was much too big for you to move him off, especially since he’d cut off mobility of your legs.  

Air was soon becoming incredibly necessary. You could feel your body fading the tighter he squeezed, so with one of the last breaths you had, you whistled. You whistled so loudly it stunned Shownu’s ears. Your eyes were rolling back, your vision was fading until you could feel patter against the earth, the patter of paws and the sound of vicious barking before Shownu’s weight was lifted from you. You rolled to your side, gasping, lungs begging for air as you listened to the barks and growls and pained yells. Your eyes tried to focus, your large dog’s teeth ripping through the flesh of Shownu’s arms as he tried to defend himself until you were able to gather yourself to your feet to call him off.

You were wobbly on your legs, but still commanding enough and in a position of enough power to direct both Shownu and Changkyun over to Hyungwon. You grabbed Jooheon by the jacket on your way, dragging him over with the rest of the boys as the sound of your father’s truck and sirens rang through the air.

Stumbling, you moved over to the cylinder of stone, allowing it to drop to allow yourself and your dog in as you fell into the grass. Your fingers dug into the earth, that cylinder turning into a hill large enough that the police and your dad wouldn’t be able to see over enough to see the three of you. Once the three of you were hidden, you dragged your body over to Wonho who was still barely breathing. Kihyun had compressed his wound so he wasn’t profusely bleeding, keeping in enough blood to keep him alive before you took over. You reached over to Kihyun, tugging his shirt to the point of ripping, pulling a strip off the bottom. Normally he’d complain, but you were saving his friend.

“You’re injured,” he tried to state calmly, but was obviously very concerned. All you could do was nod.

“I have to save Wonho,” you told him.

The pup ambled up to you with Kihyun’s knife, dropping it at your side. You wiped it off, sterilizing it with the fire of the lighter Kihyun had stored away in his pocket. It wasn’t exactly conventional, but it needed to come out. You tore Wonho’s shirt away from his body, finding the wound in the lower left quadrant of his torso and a blood-curdling scream ripped from Wonho’s lips as you felt around for the bullet that was definitely in there. You took Kihyun’s strip of clothing to compress the wound more, as it began bleeding again. Kihyun had a hold of Wonho’s hand who was gripping so tightly, he could have broken Kihyun’s hand in half.

“Go up the mountain. I need ice, lots of ice, and the first aid kit, some water and a cloth,” you requested, and Kihyun was on his feet, full sprint towards the woods.

“I’m gonna save you, Wonho. Just hold on,” you told him, taking the hand that Kihyun previously had of his into your hand so he could squeeze it. He nodded, still struggling for air as his head fell back against the grass. The blood stain on his lips was just that, a blood stain as Kihyun had wiped the blood from his face. The two of you were a mess, but you both were going to make it out of there alive.

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Blind // Yoo Kihyun - 08

Blind Chapter 7 / Eight / Blind Chapter 9

The tags on your dog’s collar jingled as he jumped down from the bed, but the sound of your door creaking open was quite possibly the loudest sound of your life. Your heart was beating in your ears, but not even that drowned it out. Steadily you sat, gripping the covers in your lap as your eyes strained to look through the darkness. The door had opened enough for a body to slip through, but you still weren’t able to see so quickly you reached over to flip the lamp on.

It startled you, Kihyun’s face poking through your door, and a hand cupped over your heart as you exhaled your held breath. His eyes were concerned, his brow drawn together as he looked at you.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you replied, your hand falling away from your chest to rejoin the other.

“Yeah, well, your scream wasn’t particularly inconspicuous,” he mentioned and you nodded in agreement, zero protest about that—you were, however, slightly shocked that he could hear it in his total narcoleptic state downstairs between two doors.

“It was just a nightmare,” you replied as he slinked into the room. The light from your lamp lit up his torso with a tinge of rust color, bare in all its glory—at least this time he was wearing pants. He must have found all of his clean clothes piled on the dresser in his room.

“I’m sure I can guess what it was about,” he told you, ambling closer and closer to your bed, causing you to grip your covers tighter and tighter.

He had slight bed-head. His black hair ruffled, but not unruly. His eyes were tired, a little red from being woken so abruptly. It was in the rusty light that you finally could see the scars on his body. Plenty of knife wounds, it appeared. It wasn’t so many that they distracted from how smooth his skin was otherwise, but enough to be noticeable. Enough to count on two hands. They mostly covered his back; you noticed earlier when he turned to close the door.

A low growl perked your ear and you glanced over to your most loyal pal who was pretty hesitant to have Kihyun in such close proximity in your bedroom.  You nodded to him, and his ears previously pinned back resumed to their normal floppy state as he curled back up on the large pillow in the corner of the room.

“I didn’t realize you had a dog,” Kihyun commented as if it were nothing.

“He’s very protective of this space,” you replied, seemingly unable to hike your covers up any higher to cover yourself, though you were perfectly decent from the waist up.

What was going on in Kihyun’s mind, you weren’t sure. What on earth possessed him to continue moving closer and closer to you, you didn’t know. But he kept coming without hesitance, all the way until he was seated on your bed, his face no more than a foot away from yours.

“Are you okay?” he asked again.  

“Physically, yes,” you replied, eyeing his face.

“Mentally? Emotionally?”

“Questionable, and a wreck,” you breathed as he moved a little bit closer. Closer and closer he moved until one of your hands freed your comforter to press on his chest, as you had the previous day. His skin was soft and warm under your fingertips, developing goosebumps to your cool touch. You could feel his breath against your cheeks, he was so close. His eyes seemed to glitter in the dim light as you looked into them. His nose—cute and pointy, perfectly fit for his face. His lips were slightly parted, perfectly pink, teeth closed. There was where you caught yourself staring a little too long.

“I don’t think I ever properly thanked you for saving me,” he said after a few moments, bringing your eyes back to his.

“You don’t really need to; I mean, if you do it can wait—”

“Thank you, very much, for saving me. There’s no way I’d be here, alive on this earth right now, without you,” he interrupted, clearly thinking it couldn’t wait, that he had to tell you right now. Your hand had already slipped from his chest, rejoining your other hand in your lap as you listened to him speak.

“It’s... you’re welcome,” you replied.

“Try to get some rest, and no more bad dreams,” he wished, standing from your bed to leave the room, but not before planting a hand on your night stand, the other taking your chin so he could press a kiss against your forehead. You could feel the blush burning your cheeks and your hand moved up to touch the burning flesh with your fingers. By the time you could compose yourself enough to look up to spot him again, the door was already closed and you could hear his feet patting down the stairs.

You sunk back down into your bed, a sigh unexpectedly passing your lips before you rolled over, pulling the covers up over your shoulder to try and get back to sleep, and surprisingly, it wasn’t that difficult. For the rest of the night, you slept soundlessly. You didn’t even wake when your dog jumped back up on the bed to take his rightful place with you.

The alarm clock rang three or four times in the morning before you finally woke, that’s how soundlessly you slept. When you finally muted the dang thing, it was already approaching eight—way too late for your liking and you lethargically rolled out of bed to enter the bathroom and rush through your morning routine.

It wasn’t anticipated to be a busy day, but you did have to leave to go to town to get some food and things—nothing big; but you would need more gauze to re-bandage Kihyun’s wrists. So, once you were dressed, you patted down the stairs yourself, fingertips grazing the railing just in case.  But you paused abruptly at the bottom of the stairs, shocked to see Kihyun was already awake.

“Good morning,” he said without even turning around. He was standing in the kitchen by the stove; you could smell something cooking but couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Good morning, Kihyun,” you replied, tentatively approaching the kitchen, your boots tapping the hardwood as you ambled slowly.

“You eat a lot of western foods for breakfast,” he commented.

“My father lived overseas for many years and adopted the taste—I’ve had it since I was a child, grew up with it,” you replied, moving close and closer, step by step, until Kihyun turned around with a  bright smile on his face.

“That’s fine,” he stated, holding a plate out to you which contained two fried eggs, some toast, a bit of rice, and some fruit.

“You made this?” you asked him.

Kihyun nodded and moved past you to take a seat at the table. “I hope that’s okay. I’ve grown a bit of an appetite being here,” he laughed nervously.

“No, that’s fine… I’m just…surprised,” you replied, turning to join him at the table.

Your first bites were slow, but the food was well prepared so you sunk in a little, comforted by a home-cooked meal by someone other than yourself. “You look like you’re dressed to go out,” Kihyun observed.

“I have to go get some groceries and things,” you responded, pushing around a piece of cubed watermelon on your plate only to pick it up and pop it in your mouth. Kihyun nodded, but you couldn’t see.

“And things?” he questioned.

“I was thinking about going to see Minhyuk and my dad; but since you’re awake, I’m not sure now,” you added after a moment. His eyes changed at the sound of Minhyuk and suddenly he was losing his appetite. Thankfully, by that point, his plate was already mostly finished.

Kihyun’s hands found his lap as he stared at the table just in front of his plate. “Minhyuk,” he commented, thinking about the horrible things that group could do to a man until his mind flashed to yesterday’s events—the whole reason he cooked breakfast in the first place, as a sort of misplaced apology. “Is he okay?”

“There’s no way for me to know for sure until I go down there,” you replied, pushing around your egg whites now with your fork, untraditionally Korean of you.

“Can I go?”

“I think it’s best if you don’t.”

“I want to see him—”

“You will, just not today,” you finally said, ending the conversation as your eyes found his. “You’re still sick and you still need to rest, and the guys are undoubtedly still wondering if you’re alive or not. I will go see him, and I will update you when I get back.”

Kihyun didn’t have a choice but to agree when you mentioned that you’d clean up and stood from the table, your own appetite having been lost half way through your piece of toast which you promptly dumped in a bag that would go out to the compost.

It wasn’t long after that Kihyun was curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped tightly around him, some hot tea on the couch side table as he flipped through channels on your TV as you were leaving. You pulled on a coat as your boots thudded towards the front door. “Don’t answer the door for anyone, not that anyone would knock. Try to get some rest,” you told him and was out the door with the nod of his head.

Once more you made your way down the mountain, in a different direction now towards a shed near a mountainside street. Inside, a small motorbike that you used for in town travel. You started it up and were on the street in no time. First stop, the hospital. You had called your dad on the way to see if Minhyuk was checked in (you weren’t quite sure why he wouldn’t be) before your dad asked to join you. Suddenly, there was so much investment in this young male he didn’t even know, but when he saw how damaged he was, on top of the fact that you were housing another, he became increasingly curious.

He met you at the hospital and directed you to Minhyuk’s room. You stepped up to the sliding glass door and the motion sensor tripped, letting the two of you in after the application of some hand-sanitizer.  

Minhyuk was asleep at the moment, so you inspected his monitors. His vitals all looked good, but when you noticed the amount of tubes and wires he was hooked up to, you weren’t sure if the vitals were artificially enhanced or not.

“Minhyuk?” you called quietly, reaching out to touch his arm and he jolted awake, causing you to jump back and quickly pull your hand away. He looked at you with no recollection of who you were, but eyed your dad with slight recognition.

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice much stronger this time.

You offered your name, but followed it with, “I’m here on behalf of Kihyun.”

Kihyun struck with him well, almost so well he started to panic.

“Kihyun, he’s dead,” Minhyuk said sadly, watching your face for any expression to confirm his beliefs.

“He’s alive, Minhyuk. He’s living with me for now,” you explained. “You were in the clearing; you and your gang normally go there, right? They wasted you, Minhyuk. The men you trusted the most. You’re here because of them, do you know that?”

Minhyuk’s expression was somber as he looked away from you and shook his head. He glanced up to look at the wall and you could see the flame of anger fill those eyes. “Kihyun’s alive,” he reiterated.

“He’s alive,” you confirmed.

“How do you know all this, about me and them?” he asked, his eyes glancing to your father, before glancing to you.

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Blind // Yoo Kihyun - 07

Blind Chapter 6 / Seven / Blind Chapter 8

Your pup led the way up the mountain as you sprinted, sprinted as fast as you could through the trees, around the rocks and other shrubs; you could tell in Kihyun’s eyes, the second he got there, the second he was safe, his primary concern was Minhyuk. You had to tell him. There was no time to waste. You hoisted his heavy suitcase in your hands—thank god because you weren’t sure what you were going to do about Kihyun and clothing. You’d throw them all in the wash the second you got there; there was no telling how long it had been since they’d last been washed.

It didn’t really matter, it would come back to you later; now your hand turned the knob of your front door in such haste, you almost tore it off when you flung the door back closed. You dropped Kihyun’s heavy case on the floor near the front door as you made your way to the guest room. Without thinking, and without knocking, you opened the door and immediately regretted it.

Kihyun’s wide eyes looked at you as he pulled the compress away from his head. Your words were caught in your throat; Kihyun’s underwear clad body lying on top of the covers was the last thing you’d expected to open the door to. You watched Kihyun’s eyes, watched as they scanned you before his eyes widened even more.

“I’m sorry,” you finally stammered.

Kihyun’s lips parted to speak, but he seemed too shocked to do so. His right hand scrambled for the knife on the bedside table which he hastily flicked open and held it out towards you. His chest was heaving visibly as he shifted to a less vulnerable position, turning his body towards you as he sat up slowly.

“Who’s blood is that?” he asked rather calmly considering the escalated situation. His eyes never flickered from you—he was focused like you were about to kill him. For a moment you questioned what he was talking about before you looked down at your hands. They were spattered with blood, and so was some of your clothing.

“Minhyuk,” you replied without really thinking.

Kihyun leaped to his feet, despite his weak state, and if you were anyone else he may have already slashed your throat, but you were quicker than that. In the time he lunged at you, you had plenty of time to get your hands up, one hand grabbing his right wrist, the other clashing with his right arm to prevent that blade from going straight through your trachea.

Your arms quivered, trying to hold him off. Your left hand smeared Minhyuk’s blood on Kihyun’s wrapped and damaged wrist, which only seemed to enrage him even more.

“I should have fucking known you were no good; I should have known you are what they say, I should never have fucking trusted you!” he roared, leaning his body weight into you, and you could feel the prick of the knife tip on your neck multiple times. If it weren’t for him being sick, you were sure he’d have killed you by now. He was definitely much stronger than you on any other occasion.

It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about—with no knowledge except Minhyuk’s blood on your hands, he must have assumed you killed him, which is exactly what was going on in his brain. By that time you had shoved the knife away from your neck; but now his forearm was tight up against your throat.

“Minhyuk’s alive,” you choked, barely able to get air in or out.

He wouldn’t listen, though. He was too focused on choking the life out of you for murdering his best friend. Fight or flight, and he couldn’t fly. If killing you was what it took to get himself out safe, he was never above that.

“Kihyun, please!” you whimpered, your hands clutching his forearm, nails digging into his skin. “My father… Minhyuk… hospital.” Your eyes were rolling back at this point. Instinct kicked in and one of your hands released his arm, motioning towards the floor to slide the floorboards underneath his feet, causing him to fall left. You snatched his knife as he fell; more concerned he’d fall on it than him actually hurting you with it. Once he was finally on the ground, you didn’t hesitate. You straddled him, holding one of his wrists down with your hand, the other with your boot, his knife now at his own throat.

“Do I have your attention now?” you panted, your breath fanning across his face as he glared at you. He would have been able to buck you off if you weren’t partially seated on his chest. Not enough to hurt, but enough to keep him down.

He didn’t nod or shake his head, just stared at you, jaw clenched tight with rage in those eyes.

“I went to the clearing this morning. Your boys were there and wasted Minhyuk pretty bad. He needed professional care—care I couldn’t provide. I called my dad, he’s taking Minhyuk to the hospital to get that professional help, and then I advised he go to witness protection. They won’t let him out of their sight—if your boys have any sense, they won’t go after him. His blood is on my hands, yes. I had to make sure he was okay somehow,” you explained.

“How can I know you’re not lying?” he growled, trying to pull his arms up, but ended up wincing hard with a slight whimper as your boot pressed into the cuts on his wrist.

“I can’t prove it to you right now. But if I really wanted to kill you and them, I would have done it a long time ago; you were unconscious in my home for more than ten hours—there was plenty of time,” you reasoned. The blade of his own knife was still threateningly close to his neck as he eyed it. When you noticed his gaze, you pulled the blade away and stood off him. He lay there, sprawled on the ground dawning his underwear as he breathed deeply, trying to wrap his head around the whole situation, but you couldn’t stand there and watch. You discarded his knife on the floor before heading to the bathroom to wash your hands, scrubbing Minhyuk’s blood off your skin frantically.

You closed your eyes after looking at yourself in the mirror, listening to Kihyun’s lungs fight as he coughed violently. That simple exertion was enough to make his sickness that much worse. With his adrenaline pumping through his body, his lungs taking a hit, who knew what would come of it. The coughing didn’t stop for a few moments, before you could hear him slightly gasping.

“Dammit, boy,” you muttered, pulling away from the counter to the bedroom. He was still on his back, no strength to roll over which made the coughing that much worse. You kneeled down next to him to roll him onto his side and the coughing eased immediately. Your now immaculately clean hand ran up and down his back, soothing the coughs out of him against his hot bare skin.

There you sat, your cool hands on his hot back for a few moments until his breathing returned to normal, coughing completely subsiding. “Why didn’t you fight earlier?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” you asked, your soft fingers hesitating on his back for a second.

“I mean, you were in plenty of danger before you finally did something about it. Why didn’t you fight earlier?” he repeated, with a little more detail.

You sighed out loud, “Honestly; I was afraid to hurt you, among believing you’d let off if you had listened to me for a fraction of a second,” you replied, but Kihyun had nothing to say, he merely rolled over and picked himself up off the ground. Your floorboards were back to totally normal, no sign that they’d even moved.

Up the back of his bare legs before settling on his back your eyes traveled as he stood in front of you, facing away. “You’re much stronger than me, Kihyun. You could have killed me if you wanted, considering my hesitancy.”

He looked at his hands, the blood smeared on his right wrist.

“I know,” he said.

“Why didn’t you?” you asked.

Silence loomed for a moment. “I don’t know.”

It took some coaxing, but Kihyun cleaned up in the bathroom, removing the bandages from his wrists to clean those wounds out as well. His finger touched the slice on his cheek which had been healing a lot faster than he thought, despite it being tiny progress as it had been less than twenty four hours. While he spent his time in the bathroom, you were out on the couch, sitting in silence, listening to the washing machine go through its cycle—clothes Kihyun still didn’t know about yet.

Not that it mattered—when he was done cleaning up, he just crawled back into the bed anyway, a new compress against his forehead. Little to no words were spoken between the two of you as you tended to those wrists, making sure they were disinfected and wrapped in clean gauze. You wrapped his right wrist first, leaving that free to hold the compress. His eyes never stopped watching your hands work, you noticed when you occasionally glanced at his face.

“You’re awfully trusting to be sitting here doing this after I held a knife to your throat,” he commented, his eyes finally shifting from your hands to your face.

“What are you going to do? You’re in my court now,” you replied, your eyes never leaving your work as you fastened the gauze, setting his hand gently down on his duvet covered torso.

“You’re stronger and faster than you give yourself credit for,” he said.

“I can only kill you because I can cheat. If it came down to actual physical strength, you’ve got me heavily beat in that department,” you joked, gently slapping his triceps with the back of your hand.

There seemed to be a lot of silences between you too, because now loomed another. He looked at you, and you nervously looked back, avoiding eye contact more than engaging. “I’m sorry for not listening to you,” he started, but you knew there was more. “I’m sorry for assuming, and I’m exceptionally sorry for trying to… yeah.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. He couldn’t even fully apologize—probably because he didn’t want to admit it to himself after everything you’d done for him. “I’m exceptionally sorry for trying to kill you,” he choked out, following by an episode of rough coughing.

It was around four thirty when you sighed, your lips pursing at his response as your eyes avoided him to glance at the clock. “There are clothes for you in the wash,” you said, totally off topic as you stood. Kihyun didn’t have the voice to protest you leaving, his hand reaching up to catch your wrist quickly, jerking you slightly as you were unprepared for him to actually catch you.  

For the first time since he showed up there, he muttered your name. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you really appreciated the way it rolled off his tongue. You bit down your protest and froze your arm from ripping out of his gasp. Not listening got you into this whole mess in the first place, so you weren’t about to be hypocritical.

When you asked him what he needed, he froze, his tongue caught in his throat, unable to find words. Silence, yet again, as you watched him search for words. He let out a desperate sigh after a few moments, his eyes shifting away from yours and his hand slipped from your wrist, “Never mind.” With that, the compress was back on his head and he slumped deeper into the bed.

Seven thirty rolled around way too quickly. You had been blankly watching the television for three hours and quite frankly, you were surprised Kihyun hadn’t made a peep in three hours. You’d at least thought he’d be hungry, but then it occurred to you that he was used to not eating for maybe days at a time—you weren’t really sure. At any rate, you decided to call for pick up.

Kihyun hadn’t even noticed you left for the thirty minutes you were gone—albeit, he probably wouldn’t have noticed if you were gone for the past three and a half hours he was cooped up in the room anyway. Your knuckles rapped on the door and then waited for a reply. When there wasn’t one, you knocked again, a little more firm this time.

“Kihyun, you need to eat,” you commented through the door when there was no reply again. You turned the knob, letting yourself in regardless of the situation. Your eyes rested upon Kihyun’s sleeping face, and quietly you crept over to him. The compress was wetting the sheets now on his left, as he was lying on his stomach. You plucked that up first, and set it on the bedside table. Still enough room was left on the bed for you to take a seat, so you did.

You called his name again, eliciting a stir, but not much following that. His dark locks threaded through your fingers when you stroked his hair away from his face, pulling it away from his eyes. The clothes you had brought in for him now lay on top of him, but he was too asleep to care. Again, you called his name, just enough to stir him awake.

“You need to eat,” you repeated.

“I finally fell asleep after trying all day,” he whined.

“I know, but you haven’t eaten all day—if you don’t try to get better, you won’t; you need to eat.”

His eyes blinked open, staring across the room at the open door as he tried to mentally wake himself up. Physically, his body could have gotten up to move—it was the motivation part that was lacking. You stood away from the bed, snatching the close back up, giving him a chance to stir a little bit more.

“I’ll leave these,” you mentioned, setting the clothes on the bedside table before you left him to change in privacy.

Dinner passed quickly. Not a lot of words were exchanged between the two of you—obvious tension clouded the air thanks to Kihyun’s little stunt earlier. You weren’t really upset by it; if it weren’t for the fact that Kihyun needed to eat, you probably would have left him in the room for the rest of the night. The both of you probably needed some space.

So, soon after dinner (as it was getting late, anyway) the both of you retired to your respected rooms. Kihyun took some more medicine for his cold and fell asleep basically right away. You, on the other hand, were obviously having some difficulties. Your heart rate still wasn’t quite right and you were pretty restless—legs shifting through the sheets of your bed, trying to find a comfortable position to no avail for a few hours.

Once finally falling asleep in the late hours of the night, a wicked nightmare took the sleep you were getting from you. You recounted the day’s earlier events, but in a fashion that hardly resembled what actually happened. In your dream, you were helpless against Kihyun. In your dream, the situation was totally different—you weren’t housing him, he wasn’t sick, he’d caught you in the forest and you weren’t sure of his motives for killing you…

You jolted awake, a short shriek leaving your throat, perspiration gathering on your head and neck as you sat upright, heaving for air, your covers piling in your lap as you looked around your dark room. “It was just a nightmare…” you whispered to yourself, but your racing heart felt otherwise. You reached up to your neck, fingers grazing the scabs covering the small pricks adorning it and swallowed hard.

The latch of your door clicked, echoing loudly in your ears due to your alarmed state, and it quietly creaked open.

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Blind // Yoo Kihyun - 01

Inspired by the music video, Shine Forever; with mostly zero relevance…

Blind Chapter Two

Tension.

Tension was growing among the boys. It had been for a while. Jooheon was getting antsy with all of this. There was some disagreement among the gang. Jooheon was tired of leaving their victims in the forest.

There was a clearing where the grass grew short; the trees—nowhere.

That’s where they left them. Victims of their use and abuse. The forest goddess would take care of them. It was an interesting story how they found out about her. Only Minhyuk had ever seen her, so this whole scheme was his idea. Why get blood on their hands keeping guys silent when they could just leave them out there to die or have the goddess take her wrath out on them.

Jooheon was the most disappointed that they were still keeping up with this. In the beginning, they’d always hear stories on the news of the guys they’d leave out there being found miles from civilization, having died of their wounds but the news stories started to fade. Jooheon was afraid it was ruining their reputation, that there wasn’t enough popularity anymore, and that the public had grown tired of this whole thing.

“Maybe we should just do it ourselves this time!” Jooheon groaned, leaning up against the trailer attached to their truck. “I mean, I’m done—”

“With the lack of popularity,” Shownu interrupted. “Who even cared about that in the first place? People know who we are, Jooheon, and if you ever doubt that for a second, I dare you show your face unprotected,” he challenged, turning away from their latest victim who had been, for the most part, frisked of his belongings, but most importantly, some blueprints and security codes, to stand threateningly inches away from Jooheon’s face.

“You wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for us,” Minhyuk commented under his breath, sucking hard on his cherry lolly, mostly avoiding eye contact with everyone as Shownu kicked the legs out from under the man they had tied up and blindfolded.

Jooheon clenched his fists, “The fuck did you say to me?”

Minhyuk’s shirt had been taken up tightly into the hands of Jooheon as he growled threateningly in the elder man’s face.

“Let him go; always fucking trying to start shit,” Wonho demanded, pulling Jooheon’s hands away from Minhyuk to shove him back against the trailer where he kicked off from in the first place.

“I swear sometimes we should just leave you out here!” Jooheon growled back.

Kihyun’s eyes were about to roll into the back of his head listening to these two bicker.  “Maybe we should leave you out here.” A snide and rare comment from Kihyun.

“How about you all just shut the fuck up?” Shownu barked, watching the dark clouds waft overhead, rearing for a storm that would surely be there soon. “Pile in, it’s time to go,” he added, kicking the man in the back to lay him face down in the grass, much too weak to get up from the beating they’d given him earlier.

The boys did just that, piling into the truck and trailer before clearing the area just as it started to rain. As usual it was split up with Minhyuk driving and Kihyun accompanying him, the rest piled into the trailer as they most often did. The engine struggled to pull away considering its age. Wonho and Jooheon watched the man in the clearing slowly disappear the further they pulled away, the rain getting heavier and the thunder rolling overhead.

In the trailer, five boys sat, plotting the worst thing you could do to men who have stood by you since the beginning.

“We should just get rid of them. They don’t seem to want to be a part of this anymore,” Shownu commented, talking about the boys up front.

“It’s not a business for the weak-hearted,” Wonho affirmed, nodding his head in agreement.

“We can’t just let them go, you know,” the boy who went by I.M tacked on.

There was a silence that loomed among them for a few moments as they all thought about what that meant. They were witness to too much, were a part of too much. If they just kicked them out and let them live, who knows what would happen. It was a risk that nobody, especially Jooheon, was going to take.

“Leave them to the woods, then,” he commented nonchalantly. “They’ll starve and die, beat nature, or fall to the trees anyway.” The trees referring to the goddess of those very woods.

“You’re quite nonchalant about killing two men who’ve been so close to you for so long, much less suggesting we just off them,” Hyungwon commented, a little menacingly considering Hyungwon.

Jooheon looked around the group, the other four boys staring him down, waiting for the heartless comment they were sure was about to come, and they weren’t disappointed. Jooheon shrugged as if it was no big deal. “You all are so concerned with killing them as if you hadn’t done anyone in before.”

“You’ve even become too heartless for me; they’re our friends,” Wonho said, tossing his empty can at the younger male.

“What the fuck do you want me to say? Let them go and face the worst?” Jooheon snapped back.

“Nobody said that, so how about before you go jumping to conclusions as you always do, you sit your tired, grumpy ass down and eat some snacks acting a fool like that,” Shownu instructed, glaring the young male into a chair. “Cool your goddamn jets for once.”

The front was much quieter. Minhyuk and Kihyun barely exchanged words. They were the closest of anyone in this group in the first place. The former five were right, though. Neither of them was sure they wanted to do this anymore. But they knew it would eventually cause their imminent death—their options were suck it up and dealing with it, or make a run for it and pray to make it.

“I’m scared,” Minhyuk finally says.

“Me too, Minhyuk…” Kihyun replies, trailing off a bit as he turns to look out the window, watching the rain beat against it as the trees passed by on the way down the mountain. “Me too.”

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Ahhhhh! Blind!! It was so cute I loved it. I also liked that you made it more real by including the fact that he's got shit to figure out too, you're right it is super important. And you added the part about the dog.. I was thinking about the pup lol Kihyun is husband-y that part made me laugh its true and embarrassing. You ended it beautifully! It was everything I could ask for <3

This has sat in my askbox for a few days and I’m sorry. I had a small session of separation anxiety from Blind so I decided to basically just stay off this blog for a day or so. BUT I’LL ANSWER IT NOW.

I try to address everything as much as possible. Everyone knew it wasn’t going to be all rainbow’s and butterflies (Or that it shouldn’t be, because that’s not how life works. LOL) but yeah, I needed to put that in there about Kihyun because it’s not like I can just forget his background right? I’m glad you liked the ending, I was pretty hesitant about it (because I’m literally the worst at ending anything) but I think it came out alright and I’m getting a lot of good feedback about it so, I’m happy. :) <3 <3 <3 And very, very, very proud. 

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I ran out of room in the last ask but honestly one of my favorite parts of the fic was at the end where Wonho reminds her that despite Kihyun loving her so much, he also has things that he needs to deal with and it'll take time for him to heal. It makes it just seem so much more realistic that not everything will be happily ever after and that they'll have ups and downs. I just really like how that was brought up because it's something most people tend to look over. Gn for real now lol❤️❤️

Ugh you’re just the sweetest coming in here with specific parts--parts that are very personal to me right now and yes, they are often overlooked and I felt it very important to include. I’m glad you messaged me about that because it reminds me that yes, they are real problems, and yes, they do need to be dealt with. It does not stop people from loving and being loved, but that they deserve love despite those things. <3 

Thank you for this message, also, as it was very important. 

Goodnight dear. <3