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Run With Me | BBH & KKB

@spxbaekhyun

Everyone had been watching the speech.

Everyone had seen the chairman get shot.

The panic started once those twelve strange men began firing guns out into the crowd. The gunfire was deafening and the screams were earsplitting. Kibum didn’t know what to do. He had never been in such a stressful life or death situation before and everyone around him was running as fast as they could in every direction. Fuck what was he supposed to do??

Looking around frantically for an exit or at least some place to hide, Kibum’s eyes caught something on the far side of the room and he swore he was seeing things. His heart began pounding even harder in his chest as he strained to look around the fleeing people to try and catch another glimpse of the familiar person he saw across the way. It couldn’t have been possible... That man looked a whole lot like his--

*pop*pop*pop*

Before he had a chance to try and see the man again, something had fallen against him and he had to step to the side to not go crashing down with it. Kibum looked down to see a woman with bullet holes in her back now lying on the floor next to him. Fuck. He felt sick suddenly and he knew it was no time to be searching for the impossible. He had to leave.

Finally turning to make a run for it, Kibum had to rip his mask off his face to be able to see more clearly where he was going and to try and dodge people who were also running around him. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to dodge everyone and managed to collide with a slightly shorter male with white suit. How had he not seen him before literally running into him?

He grabbed a hold of the male’s arms and used his own body weight to shift their center of gravity backwards to keep them both from toppling over to the floor. “Fuck! Fucking shit, sorry!” In his panicked state, Kibum hadn’t even realized his words had slipped out in English rather than Korean.

#spxbaekhyun #r;s #spx:masquerade

Woof Woof | Lyla & Kibum

@spxlyla

Sure, he had followed his parents back to the motherland after college, but Kibum was now twenty four years old and had no reason or desire to live with them still. Instead, he had his own high rise on the south side of the river where he lived alone and has done so for nearly two years now. Kibum truly did enjoy the comfort and solace of being left to his own thoughts without having to worry about anyone else, but perhaps living alone was getting a little lonely.

Which is exactly why one day he managed to find himself standing outside the local pet shelter. It was a weekend so there were no classes or work to do. The perfect opportunity to go out and get himself a new dog. Getting a dog would be great because he wouldn’t feel lonely, but he also didn’t have to solve such a dilemma with a roommate.

Once again, it was his day off so Kibum was dressed down in what he would call casual attire(slacks and a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows) so that he’d be comfortable when handling a new dog. He wasn’t sure if he wanted a young and rambunctious puppy or a chill and sweet adult dog.

After having made his way into the shelter and back to where all the dogs were in the cages, he began to crouch down next to a few here and there to meet the little creatures that temporarily lived inside of them. Some were more shy than others and some were so bouncy and loud that he was almost certain he could feel a headache coming on.

“Oi... So loud you are,” he said in a slightly endearing tone to a small puppy who kept jumping at the cage when Kibum stood up to move on to the next one. “And who are you, little fella?” His voice was a soft coo as he crouched down and stuck his fingers through the bars in front of a small poodle puppy who quickly came up to lick at his fingers frantically. The dog was so small, perhaps it was a miniature poodle. He was really cute either way. Kibum couldn’t stop giggling to himself over the pup’s desperate attempts to lick his fingers and receive attention.

#spxlyla #r;s

An Encore | KJH & KKB

@spxjonghyun

Sweat was dripping down his forehead and the back of his neck by the time Key finally finished up the last song of his set. With a cocky smirk aimed towards a few of the girls at the front of the crowd that had gathered to see him, Key replaced his microphone back on the stand and turned on his heels. He managed to shrug off his leather jacket before leaving the stage, leaving him in his sleeveless fishnet top that had plenty of those girls(and some guys?) screaming wildly.

Before his cockiness could get the better of him, Key made his way off the small stage at the back of the bar in hopes of finding something to drink to quench his thirst. He slung his jacket over his shoulder and glanced around the bar curiously. His eyes caught sight of an open stool at the bar, but just as he was about to make a bee line for it, those same girls from the crowd had scooched their way over to him in what seemed like an attempt to chat him up. No, distractions were not what he needed. Flashing the girls a brief smile, he left them with a short, half-hearted apology and went to nab that bar stool.

“Captain and diet, single tall!” he called out towards the bartender, raising his hand to signal that it was him ordering. Key raised a brow when he finally caught a glimpse of said bartender’s face and he hummed momentarily. “On second thought, make that a double tall.” He hadn’t been expecting to be served by such a cute bartender that night. It was his first time performing and even drinking at this certain bar in particular and already he was thinking about booking his next gig there.

“How’s your night going?” He offered to the bartender, keeping his eyes fixed on the male as he watched the other work.

#spxjonghyun #r;s

♥ ❤

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?

Taemin: Love is something that can make or break someone; for him, it’s proven to break him. But he likes the idea of love; the idea that someone can learn to accept his flaws and love him for who he is, he likes that love can make him feel warm and safe.

Jongin: Love is an obsession. When he loves, his love is dangerous. Love to Jongin means that everything belongs to him, all the attention and affection belongs to him. Love means to keep that person close and never let them go, even if they don’t want to stay.

Yoon Hye: Love is a beautiful thing for YH. For her, it’s light and fluttery like a butterfly. It’s a warm feeling in her chest. Love means to put others before yourself, to accept the good and the bad of everyone.

❤ - Do they have a love interest?

Taemin: He does

Jongin: He does

Yoon Hye: She does not

#r;s #t;rs #j;rs #yh;rs #Anonymous

ugohyorish "Argh! That cab just dropped me off in the city!" Eve whined in frustration as she looked around the busy streets, scratching her head in agitation. She had on a sun hat and a pair of sunglasses to cover herself up, not wanting to draw any attention to herself. "This is so embarrassing.. Not knowing where my own home is." She glanced down at the two suitcases that stood beside her and lightly kicked one of them. "To be fair, I did just arrive here and my manager never even bothered to give me any details about where exactly my new home was. So it's not my fault!" Some people cast her a glance, probably thinking she was a bit cuckoo in the head for yelling at a suitcase. Eve sighed in defeat as she leaned back against the brick wall of some restaurant. A woman had caught her eye though, she didn't know why she did but Eve decided to try and ask for help-- while swallowing down what was left of her dignity. She quickly grabbed the handles of her luggage and paced after the woman. "Ex-Excuse me!" She called out frantically, stumbling a bit in her heels.

#i hope you don't mind me making a post ;;#e;rs #e;p #r;s

Another bright flash of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by a loud struck of thunder that caused Taemin to cower in fear as he covered his ears with his hands. He was in his room, curtains closed on the window as he was slumped against his wall. Taemin shook slightly as he tried to calm his breathing. Unfortunately for him, Jongin wasn't there to provide a distraction for Taemin and all the animals were doing their own business somewhere in the house. Taemin was alone. He was always used to Alice being there to comfort him during storms like this, but this happened to be a really nasty one. His eyes shut tightly as he heard another roar from the heavens above and bit his lip to keep from making any noises. He was scared. It seemed irrational, but he was fucking terrified. Taemin was too lost in his thoughts to notice a little body that entered his room, waddling over to him with a pair of headphones attached to an MP3 player. The little boy gently tapped Taemin's knee, startling him as he looked up to see the boy. "H-Hyun..." He choked out. Taemin cursed at himself internally, he didn't want his son to see him like this. So vulnerable.. So weak. He reached out to pet the boy's head gently, feeling a little relax to have his presence here. "What's wrong? Do you need something?" The little boy smiled and shook his head before moving closer to Taemin, raising his arms to place the headphones over his ears. "Hyun, what are you---" He was cut off by the sound of orchestral music playing, sounded like Bach. ...Oh. Taehyun then brought his hands down to wipe Taemin's tear stained cheeks gently, still smiling at him softly. He knew of his father's fear and would see how his mother comforted him before. He wanted to do the same for him. The little boy then waddled over to his father's bed and pulled the thin, dark blue blanket from it then made his way back to Taemin and threw it over his head. He giggled slightly as he watched Taemin struggle to adjust the cover. Said man smiled at his son's attempts and felt his heart swell. He opened his arms for the little boy, who gladly ran into them and snuggled against his chest. Soon after, the storm had calmed and so had the beast. Only the sounds of light rain falling and slow breathing of the two sleeping figures propped against the wall.

#CRIES #r;s #p;s #t;r #t;p

Jongin sat on the park bench with a giggling Taehyun in his arms. He sighed as he leaned back. "I haven't seen hyung in two weeks..." He mumbled to himself, turning his head to look at his phone. "He's not picking up my calls or texts. Where is he..? I hope he hasn't done anything stupid." Jongin lightly stroked the baby's head. "I hope he's not dead. Or locked away in the crazy house."

#jong;r #r;s