#spxseulgi

[espionkrp]

“You know I’ve got nothing to lose.”

the directory looked her in the eyes, its massive presence imposing. seulgi’s words were complete lie with the fact that her brother was still alive, and it could only search brown eyes for a reason as to why she would say such a thing. “you still have a lot to lose,” it bellowed, voice echoing across the land, rustling leaves and shaking buildings. “you still have a lot worth fighting for.”

with its wisdom bestowed, it sent her along on her merry way, watching her, and all its members with weary but fond eyes. “be well, my smol beans. be well.”

[spxbaekhyun]

「can you keep a secret                                                      or nah」+seulgi

「 spxseulgi 」

Baekhyun hated new environment. However, his reasonings didn’t fall into the stereotypical fear of change crap. The lab he often frequented was filled to the brim by another group. A small corner was all he asked for to mull over some designs, but no. They redirected him to the crappier lab space. A flower of sparks bloomed from the back wall plug without him noticing. The petals drifted down, latching onto the nearby shelves. His stomach growled the second his nose caught a whiff of what smelled like barbecue smoked over hickory wood. He didn’t question it until it hit him that barbecue in a lab was too much of a juxtaposition. As much as his mind drifted, this was a reach.

He laid his materials down. Out the corner of his eyes, he saw the small flames consume whatever they came into contact with. If this were his lab, (the wall plugs wouldn’t be as shitty, for one), he would’ve known where the extinguisher was right away. But here? The alarms would go off before he even located the damn thing. He couldn’t get in trouble again. It wasn’t even his fault this time! 

Not hesitating for another second, he pulled the shirt off his back to use as a make shift fire blanket. A crappy one, but MacGyver had done more with less, and Byun Baekhyun refused to admit defeat to a few baby flames. He tossed his shirt over one flame after another and patted them down. The proximity of his hands to the flames brought a searing sensation to his palms. Honestly, he could’ve stayed home and dipped his hand in hot water today and achieved the same outcome. 

A dash to the windows to let the smell trail out before the fire detectors caught it was crucial. He was damn determined to not get his ass busted for something like this. If they took away his lab privileges, he might as well as let the flames engulf the place. No matter though, he was close to getting away with it. All he had to do now was open the front door for extra ventilation and-- Oh. 

Someone was standing by the doorway. How much had they seen? All? Some? Were they just passing by? How was Baekhyun going to explain his flushed, stinging palms and his charred shirt on the ground? 

“Uh. We’re closed right now. Can you try again at the next available business hours?”