#srxchen

[srxsehun-blog]

✗; dead or alive

@srxchen, @srxjoohyun

reconnaissance isn’t exactly the most glamorous of missions, especially under the glare of the hot sun, surrounded by tons of people with lots of noises coming from every which way, but it’s an important mission nonetheless, and must be taken seriously. even with that in mind, however, sehun finds it hard to concentrate, distracted by not only on all the sights and sounds and scents, but by the partner he’s chosen to go with, knowing he can depend on joohyun most of all, trusting her entirely with his life if anything went awry.

but it’s also because of her that he takes a little break from the mission, stopping in front of one of the game booths, enticed by the bright yellow of the chocobo stuffed toys lining the top, managing to win one after a few tries (damn their trickery!) and, with a triumphant grin, passes the giant prize onto her, momentarily forgetting all the complications that have formed between them.

the moment is quickly ended, though, when from the corner of his eye, he spots a piece of his past he hasn’t seen in years. the decade has aged him, but sehun is certain that the brown-haired soldier just down the way is joohyun’s older brother and his childhood best friend, and though he’s sure of it with every fiber of his being, the question forms on his lips, ultimately going unfinished. “joohyun, isn’t that...”

without waiting for a confirmation, he takes off in a run, nearly tackling the older male from behind in a great big bear hug that lifts the shorter off the ground. “it’s you, isn’t it?” he exclaims with joy. “it’s really you!” he pauses, confusion taking over him. “...why is your shirt wet?”

[srxjeon-blog]

eyes out,

@srxchen

despite having avalanche as his central focus, jeongguk wants to have some sort of fun at the same time. so he looks through all the events that the carnival is offering-- from the various games, vendors, advertisements and the like. he runs through what each one entails in his head, tongue sticking out of his mouth in contemplation, eyes narrowed as he looks over the list. head cocking to the side, he chooses a scavenger hunt as his first one-- and looks over the general options and rules for it. it offers a possibility of working together with another person, and jeongguk glances up around him. his eyes catch sight of various people with fellow friends or family, talking excitedly over the scavenger hunt. 

his lips purse, and he glances around more, holding the paper to his chest as he catches the sight of an older male standing by himself. his eyes light up, and it takes him several moments to gather the courage. a deep inhale, and he manuevers himself near the other-- a nervous, but happy smile on his face as he approaches. he knows there’s the possibility of being turned down, but jeongguk wants to try. there’s a pain in his chest that reminds him of how alone he really feels, but he pushes past it; ignores it to instead focus on fixing the issue.

“uh, mister? excuse me-- ah, hi.” his teeth bare in a sheepish smile as he lifts his hand in a wave, chuckling as he slowly lowers the appendage. “you’re doing the scavenger hunt, right? um, do you think it’s possible if we work together with it?” he asks, head tilting to the side. “there’s-- uh, a better possibility of finding everything if we work together, and um. you’re the only one i see without a partner, so i thought...” the more he talks, the less sure of himself he feels, and it’s obvious in his stance and his voice that he begins to feel discouraged. “unless you don’t want to, of course! that’s, um. that’s okay too.”

[srxyeeun-blog]

*•.¸♡ i shot the sheriff ,

@srxchen

she’s parted with her partner of the day for a bathroom break, battling long lines and dirty restrooms just to empty her bladder, but decides that since she’s had to deal with all of that, she might as well fill up the water gun she’d won from one of the various games. once she’s done so, she practically skips out of the public restroom, water gun in hand, aiming at other carnival goers with no regard for targets---women, children, couples---they’re all free reign as far as she’s concerned.

gleeful laughter escapes her as each person turns around and she makes her escape, hiding behind other people, booths, whatever she can find. her mischief comes to an abrupt end, though, when her less than stellar aims misses her initial target and squirts water directly into the face of one of the soldier guys patrolling around. a few choice curse words slip past her lips in a hushed whisper as they make eye contact, and she forces a smile on her lips that she hopes will help defuse the situation before she blurts out the first thing she can think of.

“warm day, isn’t it?”