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[secretxxpaladaiseu]

@beommiya

It was slightly over ten minutes before Kwangsun rang the doorbell to Kibum's apartment. He seemed nervous as he stood there, the bag of promised goods in his hand as his free hand straightened out his shirt.

His appearance had changed some, his hair now entirely a dirty blonde color and his shirt seeming to fit a bit tighter around his chest and arms. After only a second or two, he suddenly pulled his phone out in a panic, double checking the address before sighing in relief.

Provided Kibum hadn't moved as well.

[secretxxpaladaiseu]

blood on their hands for Kwangsun

Kwangsun had been called away again, another emergency that pulled him back. This time, he managed to remember to let Kibum know that he was leaving and would be back soon. It'd be longer this time, but he promised to call him every night.

For the past three nights, he had done just that. Even calling him more than once a day if he could, and sent him the occasional selfie to show that he was fine. His most recent even included the day's newspaper, just for a bit of cheekiness. Clearly, it had been taken by someone else, as it looked more like a mugshot, with an irritated scowl on his face and eyes full of attitude. It was a fun photo...But that was two days ago.

Two days, he had only managed a single text to his boyfriend. 'I'm fine.'

Then another day passed without a word, and another. Not even a confirmation of text messages being read, just left on 'sent'.

The last thing Kwangsun ever expected was for Kibum to find him, but it was bound to happen. They hadn't quite managed to run away yet, and as long as he kept getting dragged back, then it was just a matter of time. It also didn't help that he had left an emergency number with Kibum. It was a text only number, and had been sealed with a fancy wax seal with instructions to be opened after 72 hours of no contact. It was the biggest risk Kwangsun had ever taken, but just more proof that his mind was eager to focus on his life with Kibum than his old life.

Kwangsun lifted his head as he heard the door to the room open, expecting one of the others to walk in. His eyes went wide as soon as he saw Kibum walk in instead. The room was nothing short of a nightmare, with plastic and blood everywhere. Various weapons and tools with what could vaguely be called a human body tied to a chair in the center. Also spread out on the ground were blood soaked photos, though not of the night's events. They were of something much darker, that made his stomach churn when he looked at them.

"...What are you doing here?!" His voice was almost harsh, almost yelling as he began making his way towards the other, trying to block him from stepping any further into the room.

[secretxxpaladaiseu]

🪡 (Kwangsun)

🪡 Carefully stitch the receiver's wound with steady hands.

Kwangsun had disappeared again, though this time not nearly as long as times before. He was only gone for a day or two, and it started with a panicked phone call that caused him to rush off in the middle of the night. No doubt it had left his lover not only confused, but worried. After all, Kwangsun's past wasn't as far behind as they wished it was.

In all honesty, he probably should've gone to a hospital. It was clear he had been in some sort of a fight, with his clothes ripped and stained with blood. The wounds were varied, from scrapes to ones that were deeper and more serious. Not to mention the bruising that was becoming more obvious the longer he sat there in the bathroom.

"I'll explain while we get me cleaned up, okay?" That was all Kwangsun stated as soon as he walked in the apartment, walking straight for the bathroom and starting to strip off the tatters of clothing. Surprisingly, his clothes made his wounds seem far worse than they were, though perhaps that wasn't nearly as surprising as the gun that he placed on the counter before finally sitting down.

Somehow, as always, he seemed to be keeping his calm as he directed the other to what he needed done while trying to clean up the more shallow wounds that he could. The only one that kept bleeding for now was the one on his face, just above his eyebrow. It was a deep cut, and Kwangsun occasionally had to reach up and wipe away the blood that would drip down until he was ready. It needed to be stitched, and he couldn't possibly do it himself. "Just...Pretend you're sewing a doll." With that, he stuffed a washcloth in his mouth, biting down on it as he closed his eyes, hoping he could keep himself still.

@beommiya

[secretxxpaladaiseu]

“What did you order?? 🤩🤩”

"A surprise. It's going to take a little bit for them to finish the order. And more than one trip to my car. I did get the condoms though, and some wine."

[secretxxpaladaiseu]

“Come on out and help me gather washing supplies. Imma wash your car.🚗 ”

"Oh? Well then. I'll be down in a few."

[secretxxpaladaiseu]

Txt: “I’m off tomorrow…Can you take me to somewhere you recommend me?” - to Kwangsun in the middle of the night specifically 3:13 AM.

[Text]: "Yeah. What are you more in the mood for? Somewhere noisy or quiet? Outside or inside?"

His text came rather quickly, the man still being up for some reason. The same reason as always, which was always no reason. He just wasn't sleepy.

[secretxxpaladaiseu]

💤❗ Sunnie

It was the same nightmare. The same replay. The same event...It had seemed to plague him more lately than it had in the past. Now that he was attempting to have a normal life, the memories felt the need to be remembered even more. He was tossing and turning in his sleep, his hands gripping at the bed sheets and twisting them tightly in frustration.

Finally, after what probably felt like forever to his boyfriend, Kwangsun sat up in their bed, panting heavily as sweat dripped down his face. His face was almost completely devoid of color, and it took him a few moments to realize there was someone beside him. His attention quickly turned to the other, his arms wrapping tightly around him a few moments later to hold him as tightly as he could.

[secretxxpaladaiseu]

❝ Stop smiling at me like that. ❞ - Kwangsunnie

"Like what?" His smile didn't fade as he suddenly moved forward, perhaps using a small bit of his powers to be that much faster, and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. "Like...I'm happy to see you? That I want to...Sweep you off your feet?" Just as quickly, one of his arms moved down, and he was suddenly holding her bridal style in his arms.

Lately, Kwangsun had been a bit...Happier than usual when he saw her. More focused on her, and seemed to just be admiring her more. The behavior of course coming after he seemed to have vanished for a week or so outside of the occasional text message and even rarer phone call. Something had happened, but he wasn't eager to tell her what.