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[sanaxmi-blog]

Well, since the OCC is out you can message me on either of my accounts to talk about what to do with our threads. Personally, I’m fine continuing. I’m too attached to these two characters to say goodbye to them just yet! :( 

[13xjingoo]

The Last Time Like the First || Jungsuk & Naeun

If Jungsuk had had any choice in the matter, he would not have entered the hospital. He hadn't been here in months, not since he helped his mother clear out the last of her personal belongings, on her last day of work, not that she had been able to do much work at that point. Kim Heekyung had been so frail, so sick, but she had been determined to wrap up a few final things and wish her colleagues well. He had smiled at everyone, made small talk and jokes as expected, and tried not to resent how skilfully everyone dodged the fact that his mother was dying and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Maybe, before the world fell apart, there would have been a chance.

Heekyung had needed his help to stay upright on the way out the door. Once they were out of sight of the hospital, she collapsed on some cracked concrete stairs to catch her breath. Jungsuk had twisted the backpack with his mother's belongings around so it hung in front and he could carry his mother on his back. They had been forced to stop several times so he could set her down and she could catch her breath. Her arms had been shaking too much, and she hadn't had the strength to hold on for long stretches at a time. By the time they got to their home, she was worn out.

She died three weeks later.

The small part of Jungsuk that still retained a sense of humor was amused that he was finally returning to the hospital in much the same way his mother had left it: dependent upon someone else, in a great deal of pain, and exhausted. Hangah had a firm grip around his waist, and he had his right arm slung around her shoulders when they stumbled into the hospital. His left arm was wrapped up and in a crude sling, and the bleeding had mostly stopped.

"We're here. You did well," Hangah said and steered him toward the counter where the triage nurse waited to hear what had gone wrong. Jungsuk's legs felt hollow and his head felt like it was filled with fog. The world was starting to go sideways, the sound fading in and out and the colors shifting toward gray.

"Hangah," he said over whatever it was she was telling the nurse. He couldn't quite focus on it, couldn't turn the sounds into words. "Hangah, put me down, I think I'm going to pass out."

She tensed up under his arm for a split second, and then she sprang into action. Together, they got him seated (a generous description, considering his legs essentially gave out from under him), and then Hangah and the nurse, who had hurried over to their side, helped lower him to the floor.

Jungsuk blinked up at their faces, but they wouldn't come into focus. He blinked and--

--opened his eyes, and the only thing above him was an unfamiliar ceiling.

[leeminho-tlou]

Breach in the system. ; MINHO X NAEUN

Being a teacher wasn’t easy. Not everyone. wanted to learn and it was a bit risky. At the locations that he gave class in, they’d always have to do perimiter search to check that the place is safe, that there is no threat to the students nor anyone present there. This is what sucked about not being able to have a permanent location to live in. But he preferred this than being forced against concrete walls to do as a higher class said. Here everyone was equal, everyone contributed and no one was being left unused. It took a lot of group effort to get to were they where, but it was worth it.

Class has gone by just fine. He was just about three quarters of being finished when he heard the ruckus. Their make-shit base had been found and he could hear everyone screaming. Without even thinking it twice, he yelled the password they always used for emergencies and saw as everyone started to escape. One by one, he counted his students as they crossed the passage where they came from. He could hear people yelling and scremaing. As he made sure that the others had made it safely, he webt back to check if he had forgotten anyone. Sadly, one of his students was being attacked by an armed bandit.

Tackling the other guy to the ground, he struggled with him and tried every way possible to get a good hold of his neck. Finally achieving this, he put all the force he had in it until the other person passed out of lack of oxigen. Grabbing the injured student and carrying her to the exit, he struggled a bit. She was hurt badly, but he couldn’t move too fast because it would hurt her too. Taking precautions, one of his students stayed back to help him with the victim. This was bad, and he knew who he had to locate before it turned to worse. Leaving everyone at the hide-out, he set out to find his friend who was just as sneaky as him, but with knowledge in areas he really didn’t understand. “I’ve got to find Naeun.” He whispered to himself as he set off to track the girl down. This was going to be a bit harder than he though, but the clock was ticking and there wasn’t anyone else who could do this.

[etxjonghyun]

Nightingale | Jonghyun & Naeun

One step. Breathe. Another step. Breathe. Nausea incoming - Stop. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

And he staggered again, half-lidded eyes trying to provide the right way, breath unsteady and erratic for the sudden wave of pain he was constantly feeling. He didn't stop though, the young hunter merely cursed under his breath, for being a fool -- for letting this happen. His arm was covered in his own blood, lifeless, as if he didn't have it. Two big wounds were decorating it, and every time he glanced at them, another wave of pain along with nausea fell upon him. Besides the constant awareness of his condition, part of his mind was still voicing his foolishness. He was distracted, stupidly. And so he was shot. By military rats.

A hiss left his lips, every step he gave, the difficulty seemed to increase. He didn't know where he was, but he was certain that the military district wasn't far and a sudden strength gathered inside of him. He was so ready to blow that place out of his sight. He hated them, he detested them. That district shouldn't even be a part of Seoul. But yet... The moment he felt the strength, was also the same moment he lost it all, stumbling in a bush and almost falling - if not for the tree that was close by. He leaned against it, his own back resting against the roughness of the wood. But that was fine... He could rest. He could close his eyes.

But yet, and although he was resting. Although he tried to distract his mind with something else - with someone that was waiting for him in his own home... The nausea and pain didn't go easy on him.

Eyes opened, a low growl rushed out of his lips. Even with his eyes wide opened, he couldn't see clearly - the fog and blurry was by far too widespread. Head hung down slightly, eyes closed, body almost slide down but he had still strength enough to stay still. He couldn't stay there. He just couldn't. But while his mind kept reminding him that he had to move -- that he had to return to the firefly district... His body did right the opposite.