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[celxdoojoon-blog]

{ Caught in the Middle } DJ & KK

On that one night that DJ decided to go for a walk, this had to happen. He had partially forgotten his original intention of going out and breathing fresh air. Air that didn’t smell of coffee but a mixture of  millions of particles that had him guessing which was which. Some was that of meat cooking, some was that of fish, some of wet dog; ah, the realm of humans was such a fascinating place to be. His curiosity was always piqued and there was always something out there waiting for him to understand and discover. Of course some questions were easily answered by observation. With how his sister was, Minyoung, he could map out some of the things that he found different. If only tonight was one of those peaceful nights. If only.

DJ stood his ground, his shirt ripped in a few places as he looked around him. Panting heavily as he tried to sooth that feral growl that seemed to follow. Fingers now covered in claws, teeth clenched with fangs bared. His eyes moved from one to the next, filthy, wretched demons. He had come across a couple of young men that seemed to have had quite the night planned, but they weren’t just men and soon enough DJ found himself stuck in the middle of a mess. Over five men against him. They all wanted a piece of him, no, they all wanted him dead.

Wounds closed as he launched himself towards one of them, claws ready to rip out their guts and leave them to die, using his advantages of speed, strength and enhanced senses, DJ managed to at least not get himself gravely wounded. Lost in the fight, he just kept trying to protect himself, attacking relentlessly oblivious to his surroundings. 

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[celxjongsuk-blog]

❝SAVIOR❞ ϟ Kikwang&Jongsuk

That fucking bastard. While jumping over a fence, Jongsuk cursed under his breath as he cut his palm on the old and sharp metal, though, he didn’t have time to complain. It was dark, pitch black if there weren’t a few lanterns every now and then that lighted his vision. Sometimes, he really thought about getting himself a night scope, and maybe he should have gotten that himself earlier as he lost the grip under his feet while running around a corner, slipping over the pavement. His heart was beating fast against his ribcage, lungs aching and craving oxygen as the hunter was running for almost half an hour now. Though, he had no time to stop, he had no willpower to stop, especially when he found his enemy in a dead end. A small, satisfactory smirk curled up his lips, his chest still heaving from the lack of air. Slender fingers wrapped around the butt of his gun, trembling due to exhaustion and it took only one second to turn the tables. It was that one second he didn’t pay attention—probably the second that Jongsuk dared to blink—in which his arm got twisted by the demon he was chasing, letting a cry ripple up his throat. The grip around his gun tightened and so did his opponent’s grip around his wrist, the other’s power being much stronger than is. “Fuck...” he cursed and tried to get out of his grip, to kick precisely, but he failed. He could barely see the fist that was coming closer and closer to his face until it hit him with force, his pain being catalysed with the shove he got, the back of his head crushing with the wall behind him. His view became blurry and darker than it already was, dizziness taking over him as he tried to get up, though, all he could move was his finger, trying to reach for the gun he dropped on his way down.