#xmwufan

[xm-miyoung]

jungsoo nostalgia

the last time miyoung recalled being in jungsoo was a few years back when she was around seventeen or eighteen years, but now she's a grown woman at the current age of twenty two and she told herself upon stepping foot on this land, she wouldn't let the past get to her head or phase her. it was just a sweet break to herself, she earned it by working hard and adding in a few extra hours of work than the usual to help out the kids. it wasn't for the money but to see the bright smiles on their innocent, naive faces.

however, if there was anyone by any chance she didn't really want to encounter or certainly had no intention on stumbling upon was kris. it's been years, miyoung had been constantly telling herself mentally to get over it. he had his own life, he most likely, found someone better and she had all the years to move on. even, she herself too, finding someone better? it was possible and always had been but no matter how many times miyoung would try, there'd been that special place kris carved in her heart. they just couldn't be kris and in fact, no one could.

miyoung bit her lip franctically, eyeing her surroundings and it was all too nostalgic. the thoughts burst out, she was struck by lightning and taking ten steps back to memory lane. she sighed and shook her head painfully, remembering the last words she had told him was nothing. yes, nothing. she left him without a mere good bye or giving him a reason why, miyoung had made herself a fool for that part. an even bigger fool to let that mistake turn into something deeper, a regret. he didn't deserve that, he truthfully didn't and the only time she had realized this was when her mom threw her out again but after she lost kris, she gained and found minhee.

for all the times kris was there for miyoung, the times he made her smile and laugh, giggle, cry, all the memories really hit her. she held back the tears the best she could and told herself to be strong, that she wasn't going to be selfish and cry anymore.

cry no more, stephanie.

she clasped her hands together and breathed in and out a couple of times before finally picking up her own two feet to walk.

oof.

an accident, perhaps? miyoung was always clumsy when she was in a deep thinking zone and could have bumped into someone but she didn't, it was just the flag pole. she sighed in relief and went inside a cafe to get some food. she had to get her mind off of him, off of the memories-- memories are just memories. they're what used to be and it can't happen anymore, it just can't; not even her power would avail her.

however, the sight of a tall male distracted her and it was the first thing she immediately noticed when stepping in the cafe. her eyes widened and she placed her hand on her mouth, gasping. it's a time like this that she was lucky to be a mute, lucky that she wouldn't be noticed or at least, what she had hoped.

[xm-kimmyungsoo]

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☢ —- Leave this in my ask if you want to see an AU where our characters are in a post-apocalyptic wasteland

According to Wu Fan, this place used to be the bustling centre of business and trade, with skyscrapers and cars and people living their lives in wealthy comfort.

But Myungsoo saw nothing but piles of rubble and crushed pieces of metal and dead bodies lying in the streets. Unfortunately, it was a sight he had grown used to seeing.

The air blew hot and stale, not offering any sort of relief from the already scorching heat.

"Look around… Maybe we’ll find something of use." Myungsoo merely nodded, and they split up to scout the area.

Water, that was what they needed. It didn’t seem likely to rain anytime soon, judging from the cloudless sky. It had long since turned brown and lifeless, not like the electric blue that Myungsoo had marvelled at so many times before … all this.

Up ahead, there was actually a small building that looked intact. It might have once been a convenience store or an entrance to an underground subway station; it was hard to tell when everything was dusty and broke, but Myungsoo headed for it anyway.

Well, it certainly looked like it could have been a convenience store, but that didn’t matter, what mattered was that there were probably some supplies inside that could last Wu Fan and him at least a week. The glass panel that would once have offered a large view into the shop had been smashed open, and allowed easy access for Myungsoo.

Careful not to cut himself on the shards of glass jutting out from the broken ends, he went inside. His first reaction was to gag at the rank stench that permeated the atmosphere. It definitely smelled like something had died in here. It made Myungsoo’s skin crawl and his face to twist into an expression of utter disgust. He would just check the place out and then get the hell out of here. He certainly wouldn’t be coming back without Wu Fan.

Myungsoo felt like he was being watched, but he ignored the feeling. There couldn’t possibly be anyone else here. Maybe the cash register over there would have some money they could use?

There was a strong smell of iron in the air. The source of the smell pretty, either. What might have once been a human body was now a torn and glistening mess of blood and guts, looking as though it had been half-eaten by some other animal. Myungsoo didn’t need any light to see to the cavities beneath the ribs. He slowly backed away until he bumped into something, and that was when he realised that he hadn’t been alone this whole time.

Unnaturally strong arms snaked around Myungsoo and tightened enough to nearly choke him. Before he could even react and retaliate, a set of sharp teeth sank into the flesh between his neck and shoulder.

His cry of pain was followed by a deafening ‘bang’, and for a brief moment Myungsoo thought he would die, and he wouldn’t be able to see Wu Fan again. That would be such a pity…

Surprisingly, the death grip around him slackened, and whatever had been holding him went slack and dropped to the ground.

"See? What would you do without me?" He could practically hear the smirk in Wu Fan’s voice.

"Thanks." Myungsoo moved over to Wu Fan, where he felt a lot safer. Yeah… Splitting up should never be a good idea. Looking down at what Wu Fan had just shot dead, he realised it hadn’t been any wild animal or anything… It was another human.

Wu Fan walked over and prodded it with his foot to make sure it was dead. “Don’t know what happened to this guy…”

Myungsoo winced when he touched his torn flesh, feeling his fingers damp with his own blood. He suddenly felt like he knew what had happened to the poor man under the counter table.

They took what they needed and then was back out again. It wasn’t particularly bright, but it was like a paradise compared to the gloom inside that abandoned shop.

"You’re hurt." Wu Fan noticed.

"I’ll be fine."

"No, you won’t. C’mere."

Myungsoo held back hisses of pain as his friend washed his wound with some of the water they had. They didn’t have any bandages… Myungsoo would have to make do with the sleeve of his shirt.

"We’ll stay here for the night, okay? It’s almost dark soon anyway," Wu Fan suggested. If Myungsoo was hurt, it wouldn’t be good for him to push himself.

"No." Myungsoo’s response was immediate. After what he’d seen and experience a while ago, he didn’t want anything to do with this barren city anymore. He wanted to get away… Then again, it would be even more dangerous for them to travel out and walk in the middle of nowhere in the dead of night. One never knew what could be hiding in the shadows, and he didn’t want Wu Fan to have to save him again.

"Never mind. We’ll find somewhere to sleep… Stay close to me, Wu Fan."