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he’s not scared, he’s petrified. the last time he felt this disoriented and so frightened that the feeling curdled blood in his veins was when his brother disappeared years ago. the fear causes his heart to thump wildly inside his rib cage and shivers to rush down his spine, though he’s not certain if it’s due to that or the cold brushing against the uncovered parts of his skin. it’s been a few minutes since he got up from the ground and started to frantically look around, hoping to recognize the surroundings,

yet they’re not familiar at all. figuring out whether it’s just a horrendous nightmare or some new reality become a mystery he probably won’t be able to solve.

seunghoon tries to recall what took place before that and what he remembers is the sweet treat he was gifted with. he ate it right on the spot whilst smiling broadly at the girl who handed it out to him. then he went back home and got to typing down the interview with one of the local musicians. and later he passed out on the couch. as always. he would consider it a yet another evening that wasn’t different from the previous ones but the current setting makes him question every single thing.

with his eyes turning glassy, he senses a lump growing in his throat. his legs are weak and, shit, it’s seriously freezing cold. a red egg comes into his sight and despite being filled with hesitance and reserve, he reaches for it with his shaking hands. perking up the moment it opens, he takes the note reading ‘look for the white rabbit’.

as if a rabbit is what i need now, seunghoon muses to himself. eventually pocketing the small piece of paper, he searches for any other living soul in the dark. “is anybody here?!” he exclaims at the top of his lungs, restlessly walking from side to side meanwhile his words echo mercilessly.

[krxyuju-blog]

Crystal black

@krxwendy

Sweet talk, a very weird concept to her and yet, it was present on every single day, in many forms and Allure night club wasn’t an exception of place. The purpose was usually the same, to get something from the other person, it could be either their body and lust, money or a simple favor for shady purposes. Yuju herself had done it before, commonly to get her way into drinks or her physical needs. And the second floor of the night club was an exceptional example of sweet talk, where the clients rejoiced with the performers while the alcohol took power over their minds. She’d usually spend her time on the first floor, however, Yuju felt like appreciating the talent and beauty of the dancers and it wasn’t long until she had someone bothering her.

Disgusting words and touch made her roll her eyes and after saying specifically that she wasn’t interested, the bastard kept on trying his luck but soon he would have nothing but misfortune. Feeling his hand going onto her waist, she pierced him with her gaze, taking a second on how she wished to put down this poor excuse of man. Shortly after, he led his hands to clutch on his chest, his face turning red as he knelt before her, eyes screaming with affliction and he curled on the floor. It was a pleasing visage, yet something, or someone, else called Yuju’s attention. A girl, she recognized as one of the dancers seemed to be observing all of it and Yuju walked to her, her eyes locked on the others’ and draw a wide smirk before speaking. “Enjoying the show?”

[krxjongdae]

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@krxwendy

Jongdae never considered himself to be clumsy. He supposes that something good really was reserved for him when the gods decided to distribute the good attributes and while he’s not as good-looking as his brother or as tall (he still resents that part a little), at least he is skilled with his hands and his understanding of how things work. He’s a curious cat, he admits, which is what sometimes gets him into unexpected situations where he can’t bring himself to say no. 

It starts with Mrs. Shim asking him how he’s been doing, it progresses to him offering to help her out with her groceries because they look heavy for her but they’re feather-like to him. She is a nice lady and he knows she lives in the same street where his shop is because she comes by some times with her TV remote or an old watch that takes him no less than ten minutes to be done with. Her son also has a coffee shop three shops away from his – one that will be opening soon – and somehow, between helping carrying the groceries and talking about this and that, he ends up agreeing to help the guy with the chairs and the tables. It’s his day off too but he sees the sad pieces of wood and can’t resist.

He’s taken the material to his shop where he can work peacefully, he’s about half way done with it but he needs the paint to finish those off and it’s when he’s on his way back with the heavy bucket in one hand that it happens. He tries to avoid the collision, but he doesn’t see her coming and she clearly isn’t expecting a guy to come out of that corner if he is to judge by the look in her face and the half cup of coffee spilled onto his shirt. It would burn him if he was “normal”. But he isn’t. Instead, he’s remains silent mostly because that’s the reaction one should have when someone they haven’t seen in so long bumps into him. As if that’s it, that’s the easiest thing in the world, to have the girl you crushed so hard on back in school to almost dive into your arms in broad day light.