#fcxeric

[fcxjroyal]

jonghyun ah! (/ he's late. he's what, one, two days late now? but hell, with the blights happening, better late than never, right?; now, though, he walks over and taps his younger sibling on his shoulder, the other hand behind his back, /obviously/ hiding something ) happy, now belated birthday, sweet brother of mine. (/ with that said, he shows the other what he had hidden; a sprout, growing in a glass jar -- artsy ) it's a mint plant. it should grow along with your precious potato.

(. that’s a familiar voice — well, that and no one here really calls him jonghyun besides that byunghun kid that acts like hibari or something, but that’s another story for a different day.  his head whips around to see his older brother coming his way and it takes all of jr’s strength not to run at him at full speed to tackle him in a sudden sense of vengeance for disappearing and / or missing his birthday.  maybe a bit of both. ) hyung !! (. a sense of relief still floods him though, because eric is okay and that’s what really matters now, and — ) hey, where have you even been; don’t tell me you’ve been off in search of the perfect meal or something like, wow such cool so kind.  to think you could forget your baby brother’s birthday — hey, did you know i died??? (. and there it is.  jr is probably the king of not -so -subtle subject changes, and he’s frankly not so observant either —.  so the little plant that eric is hiding behind his back? he doesn’t notice it until it’s held out to him and the thoughts that were tumbling like a train wreck from his head to his mouth suddenly stop like a collision and his whole world has been shaken. anything he just said is lost to the wind, long forgotten in his excitement. ) you brought some company for potato friend !!!!! you give even better presents than that byunghun guy, (. and at this, his cheeks turn a little pink but jr hardly notices — ) potato friend is going to be so happy; you’re like. the best big brother ever.  (. it’s true though, jr idolizes his brother in a bad way, but that’s another story for a different day.  gentle hands take the glass jar and he’s smiling way too wide when he leans in to give a little sniff at the mint plant. ) hmm —.. should i just call him mint? 

[fcxaphorism]

hello, my name is 「 eric nam 」 and my chosen word is 「 mutilate」!

the tattoo of your chosen word appears on your buttocks as soon as your hand finishes the last stroke — you’ve been granted the ability of mutilation, and must follow the guidelines below :

mostly done through internal rupturing and physical deformation.

may be exposing self to possible contamination.

touch is not required, but one must be at least three feet away.

[fcxconfessions]

! "proxyxfc started following you" nonONONONO FRIEND THIS IS A GRAVE MISUNDERSTANDING THIS ISN'T THE REALITY I WANTED

[fcxhongbin]

After practice

"Dammit, I hope no one sees me." A soft and terrified voice spoke out. the footsteps were almost as light as Hongbin, but it didn't help mask this feeling of anxiety and fear that came along from his power. He cursed his desire to practice and hoped that no one would notice a deathly pale man with a jaw that unhinged and swayed at his throat. As he pulled a scarf over his head and face, he realized how foolish he looked but did not care since it was a burden to have his powers. He hung his head low, in shame, and walked into the infirmary's door. 

"Oh shit, goddamn door." He cursed at himself. He slid the door open with Death's hand and noticed a surviving light. "Ah, fuck not again..." He, again, cursed. He clung to the opposite wall and tried to stick to the shadows before he frustratingly noticed that the medicine cabinet was on the other side of the room, in barely any light. He quickly stepped under the light and pulled out his phone to light to cabinet. 

"Now where in Father's name is that medicine. No, no, no..." He whispered to himself in anxiety. He was looking for enough advil to possibly numb a large livestock animal, but all he found was funny looking bottles and the throat clearing of another man. 

Fuck. Act cool Hongbin, don't blow your cover. Hongbin repeated to himself. He pulled down the scarf even farther and turned around slowly, in fear the person would scream and try to kill Hongbin. 

[drpyerim]

( msg ) a little late, but i brewed you some tea that i found in my coffee drawer -- i'm not sure how it got there or why it was there, but it has now been brewed and is sitting in a thermos right outside your room. ( msg ) it's jasmine green tea. i thought you might like it. ( msg ) have a good night, yerim-ah.

(` his messages come as a surprise to the young woman, who was already curled in bed with a book in her hands, but she smiles all the same reading over them a second time to make sure she had seen it correctly-- there are butterflies in her stomach, the one with painted wings that never stop beating )

[sms]: do you know what time it is...? ㅋ

(` steps outside of her room, looking around the empty hallway to see if she could find his familiar figure. she can't, but just as he said, there's a thermos in front of her, and it makes a smile curve her lips, even before she takes that first sip )

[sms]: thank you-- it's wonderful. you are absolutely darling.  [sms]: you too, eric. i hope your dreams are as sweet as you. 

[fcxjinri-blog]

— upward

( *swollen eyes lazily open, greeting the white ceiling of the infirmary with minimal surprise.  how familiar had the sight gotten?  probably too much.  maybe she should go to sleep again--the slumber of the last two days had oddly absent of nightmares, making it an even better escape than usual.  but she can't, she actually can't, for when her eyes flutter shut, not a drop of fatigue, of dream dust, can keep them stuck together and so she sighs, rolls onto her side and pulls out her phone, opening anipang.  a nurse pokes stops by the girl's bedside, smiling sweetly before murmuring questions on how she felt--the answer was always 'okay,' even though that was no where near true--and announcing, that the doctor would be right with her.  she nods, giving the woman a hesitant smile before reclining back and focusing on her game.  her eyes shift to the left side of her bed, and she sighs.

she misses that little black button. )