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Jonghyo, professional innocent bystander. tag || about || rp

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ain't no rest for the wicked || Krystal & Jonghyo;

[krystal-tlou]

She laughed when he stated that she was the right girl for this kind of job. It was nice to know that word had gotten around that she could sneak into both the Military and Firefly Districts… but at the same time, this could make everything more dangerous. If the Military knew that she was able to do this, they would most likely tighten the security around the perimeter even more… making it that much harder for her to get in and out without being seen. She sighed; she guessed as long as the military didn’t find out about what she did then she was fine. “I guess you could say that…” She replied, walking over and sitting down in the chair opposite from him. She leaned her head against her open palm, arm resting on the arm rest. “But, my question is… where would I find your… supplies? Do I have to seek out your original supplier?”

[tlouxjonghyo]

Right. Jonghyo kept his warm smile, despite the feeling of embarrassment that started to grow inside of him. He actually had no idea where his usual smuggler got the wares from. He was fairly certain they originally came from the military, since everything of value seemed to originate from the organised groups, but that was about it. "Uh," he cursed himself. How could he not have thought about this sooner? Of course Krystal wouldn't know where to go, and how was he supposed to help if he had never even seen the insides of those walls himself. "That's actually, uh, a really good question." He couldn't help himself but laugh a little at the sheer bizarreness of the situation. How the hell had he survived for so long? "I don't think my guy usually gets it from the source; I'm pretty sure he's just got people in there. Or contacts. Or something."

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[ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ] • ᴊᴏɴɢʜʏᴏ x ᴊᴏɴɢɪɴ

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It wasn’t new to Jongin to hear a threat coming from an other human’s mouth. Actually it was quite normal for him to hear something like that. Especially when he was revealing what his food was and he couldn’t understand why the people around him were reacting like that. He wasn’t even feeling offended by it anymore. Honestly he was feeling sorry for everyone who wasn’t able to live this way. If they would think just a bit as Jongin they wouldn’t have any troubles with their food anymore and it wasn’t like Jongin was a killer, mostly he was feeding himself from humans who were already dead. To him he was a better human than anyone else in this world. But that was just his own point of view. Everyone else was thinking different and nobody was understanding him.

But Jongin wasn’t saying anything. He was watching Jonghyo taking a step back from him. There was no way for Jonghyo to escape no matter how hard he would try to do so. But right now it was more like Jongin had to kill the other man instead. He wasn’t realizing what Jongin had offered him, he was just like every human. He wasn’t understanding why this kind of food was the best and he was looking at Jongin like the kids in the orphanage. Jongin wasn’t a monster. Not he was the monster but everyone else.

Sick was he saying – Jonghyo had no idea what he was talking about but it didn’t matter to Jongin anymore. The other had gone too far already. If Jongin was hating one thing, then when his little properties were talking back at him. He was calm on the outside but on the inside he was furious. He was so close to grab Jonghyo by his collar and just break his little neck but he didn’t. Not yet, not now. “You have never tried it, Jonghyo. Haven’t you heard that you shouldn’t judge if you haven’t tried it before?”

[tlouxjonghyo]

"Shut up," he didn't even know if he said it to Jongin or himself. There was still this feeling in his very core that what Jongin was doing was wrong. It had to be. If it wasn't there was no way he would have had such an instinctual and emotional reaction to it, right? His eyes were darting across Jongin's figure, from the look on his face to the way his posture looked. They had been so friendly with each other before he knew about the others secret. "I mean, it's just a really weird thing to do, you know?" Jonghyo shook his head, not quite sure what he was trying to get at himself. Just moments ago he'd wanted to punch Jongin straight in the face, but that urge had been replaced with something he didn't quite know what it was. 

Should he apologize? Probably, but he wasn't quite there yet. Damn Jongin. Damn him and his choice of words just throwing Jonghyo completely off track. He had no right to do that; no one had the right to do that. 

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» Upside Down { Jonghyo & Taemin }

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The young boy flinched the moment he felt a hand on his upper arm. He was just happy enough that he didn’t shriek like a girl – no at least he stayed silent aside from a muffled sound coming from his throat. But the next moment his free hand grabbed Jonghyo’s hand in an almost bonecrushing hold. He was scared, afraid. He had a phobia that he wasn’t able to battle for years. He let out a shaky breath. He almost felt like he was suffocating eventhough he was sure that there was enough air down hear but this didn’t stop his body from tricking him that there was actually nothing. „There is no light here?“ Now he shrieked. But really, it scared him to no end that he had to get stuck in the darkness. Yes, he didn’t look much like a human hunter right now and Jonghyo was one of the few who even saw him like that because barely he gave anyone the chance to see him like that.

He was clinging to the older and let him lead the way – he had no other choice anyways. He was trying his hardest do calm down and acutally not loose himself to the insanity. Yet it was easy said than done. „Just… just make light. Somehow. Please. You.. You don’t understand.“ The young male stuttered and actually – no one understood. No one knew the the cause of his fear. He never told. „And.. there is no big story behind it.“ He started to talk, trying to occupy himself with pointless talking. With everything but the darkness around him. „I… I just saw you once around here. It was just a good guess.“ He mumbled to himself, lying flat out if he was honest. And maybe he should stop trying to convince someone while a phobia was taking over his mind. That’s why he needed those drugs, why he needed Jonghyo. To get rid of his fears and phobias. To forget everything that was happening in his life lately – or in general. He just needed it. He squeezed the older’s hand lightly – or not so lightly. „Just.. just let me sit somewhere and you watch for light. Please.. Or.. or bring me out of here. Please…“ Sweat was forming on his forehead. He said the word please way to often. This was for sure. 

[tlouxjonghyo]

He decided to lead Taemin to the corner where he usually lit the fire and gently tried to gain sole control of his arm. It was aching from Taemin's grip, and he wasn't going to get anything done if the other was going to keep clinging to him. "Just sit here, and I'll fix it, okay?" He took the other's free hand and pressed the lighter into it, hoping he would take the hint. It wasn't as if Jonghyo needed it anyway, not until the fire was to be actually lit. Furthermore, he wasn't sure if he believed Taemin's story of just happening to see him in this area. There was nothing close by that would be of any use to anyone, so it made little sense that he would hang around those parts of the city in the first place. But for some reason it didn't feel so urgent anymore. 

During all of this there was a strange feeling growing in the pit of Jonghyo's stomach, one that he hadn't experienced in a long time. One that made him shift his focus from finding out how Taemin had gotten there to how he could make him feel better. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, and it reminded him of being sad, even though it wasn't anything like loneliness. Then it hit him; he was worried. About Taemin. This didn't seem like just normal abstinence, it was a lot more serious and Jonghyo couldn't help but feel affected by it. He needed to light a fire and make Taemin calm down; it was suddenly so incredibly important. 

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Forgive me~

„Jonghyo… Please.“ Taemin whimpered quietly, his hand holding so strong on the older’s wrist that it could brake underneath the touch. But he couldn’t help it. He knew he betrayed him. Tipping off his hideout without even wanting it. He would himself in a state of rage, not able to think clearly. He didn’t even knew what he had been saying. Now the older was in trouble and he knew it. But this wasn’t the problem Taemin had… The problem was Jonghyo was mad of him.And he couldn’t. Taemin needed him. He was his drugs. In an unexplainable way he needed Jonghyo more than those drugs he sold. And it was in a sick and twisted way. In a obsession that no one could explain – not even himself. But he didn’t care. He just needed him close by him. „Please Jonghyo… Forgive me.. I need you.“ He whimpered and by now his arms were curled around the older’s middle, holding him as close as he could from behind. Head placed on his shoulder. „I’m sorry… I make up for it. I don’t care how.“ He still saw the older’s frown on his face. Taemin’s grip around him got tighter – too tight. „Jonghyo…“ He breathed, his voice suddenly a lot deeper than before, more husky. „Don’t leave me. Or I will find you. I will get you. I’ll always watch you, Jonghyo. You know what I’m capable of.“ He groaned into his ear with a quiet voice but clear enough to be understood. He saw the goosebumps on the older’s skin, a grin tugged on his lips.„It’s alright, Taemin. I’ll find a way… I forgive you.“ He gulped and Taemin’s hold got slightly lighter again, his nose almost nuzzeling against the crook of the older’s neck. „Good boy. You can come with me, you know?“ His voice again a soothing soft zone and he batted his eyelashed in a weird cute way. Even twisted if someone knew the real face behind all the facade. 

[tlouxjonghyo]

ain't no rest for the wicked || Krystal & Jonghyo;

[krystal-tlou]

She rose a brow, “You just want me to head into the Mlitary District and smuggle out some drugs for you?” She hummed in thought now, tilting her head to the side as she looked him up and down. Ah, there it was… a challenge, something fun and worth her while has finally come up. She had snuck into the Military District many times before, but she had a feeling this time… the trip would be even more dangerous. Not that it wasn’t dangerous before.

She grinned wider now and nodded. ”Why not? What do you want me to do?” 

[tlouxjonghyo]

That went easier than expected. "Yeah, pretty much," he laughed at the bluntness of her question, and Jonghyo got a feeling this girl might be of the reckless kind, seeing as she was so keen to accept a job she had so little knowledge about. Not that he was complaining, he was just surprised to see such a small person radiate the kind of confidence she did. Looking around the room, he spotted a chair and walked over to it. Now that he had decided she could be trusted, obviously not a very difficult test to pass, he felt comfortable enough to sit down in order for them to discuss this properly. "Basically just that. There's a guy in there that usually gets my stuff for me, but lately he hasn't." He shrugged, not wanting to go into too much detail, "So I need someone else who will. And everyone I talked to told me you'd be the right girl for the job." 

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[ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ] • ᴊᴏɴɢʜʏᴏ x ᴊᴏɴɢɪɴ

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Jonghyo seemed to not take him that serious as he should. Why was he thinking that Jongin was making fun of him? Those preys weren’t easy to find, not during the winter. The people preferred to stay inside or in groups around a fire. If you are alone you could freeze to death more easily. Not that Jongin would mind finding a corpse like that. Untouched was the keyword. Everything else and they way those people had died didn’t matter to him. But judging from the other man’s reaction he wasn’t okay with those preys. But why? Was he picky like Jongin? That couldn’t be the case because hadn’t Jonghyo just said that he wasn’t picky and okay with everything Jongin would give him? Obviously that had been a lie.

The white haired man wasn’t moving an inch after Jonghyo had taken him by the wrist and turned around to him. He was just staring at the other man’s eyes without saying a word. Not even the first question was he answering because he didn’t understand it. Wrong with him? Why was Jonghyo asking him something like that? Obviously there wasn’t anything wrong with him. Jongin was just a normal guy – from this point of view. Everything inside of him was calm, there was no bad emotion on the outside. But on the inside it got worse. Jonghyo was like those kids in the orphanage. He was looking at him in exact the same way. Anger was coming up, Jongin could feel it, but he was with enough self-control to hold his emotions back.

“I am not sick.” Jongin breathed out and took a step closer to the other man. “There is no difference if you kill them or an animal. Some of them even want to get killed, Jong.” The white haired man said in a low voice after he had breathed out again. “You have no idea how many were pleading me to kill them, to feed myself from them. They were moaning in pleasure when my teeth are sinking into their flesh and the first blood is dripping out of the wound. They were pleading for me to sink my teeth deeper in their flesh. I make them mine.” Real quick Jongin was grabbing the other man by his chin and pulled him closer. “Or are you one of them, Jonghyo? Do you want me to give you this kind of pleasure? Mhm, I see the need in your eyes. You can’t deny it.”

[tlouxjonghyo]

It hardly mattered, though. Because when Jonghyo was angry his fists started to itch and he had never learned how to settle things with just words. Jongin even had the nerve to claim that he wasn't sick, implying that he was normal and that what he was doing was even somewhat justified. Of course some people would beg to be killed if they were faced with certain death, and Jonghyo was in no way doubting that Jongin could seem like unavoidable doom. He took a step back, not happy with the way Jongin had approached him. Especially not when he started to ask him if he wanted to be subjected to those terrible deeds. As he blinked he caught a glimpse of the images that were hiding behind his eyelids. Terrible visions of what Jongin was describing, blood dripping and corpses spread across a large room, and in the middle of it all was Jongin with his teeth sunk into the pale flesh of another person. 

All he had wanted was some food, now he felt as if he never wanted to eat again. What if there were more people like Jongin? What if he had accidentally eaten human meat before? He had never even considered the possibility before; perhaps that made him naive. "I don't wanna be a part of your sick fantasies." Because that was what there were, right? Fantasies of doing something good for people, about being close to them and about making them his. Jonghyo was his own, and had always been. He had no intention of offering himself to someone else, especially not someone as stranger as Jongin. "So I'm gonna have to pass up on that offer." His upper lip twitched as he spat on the ground between them, baring his teeth at the other man.

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Save me~

A miserable, silent whimper was sounding in the dark, followed by a plead for mercy. With a candle in his hand Jongin walked closer to where the sounds were coming from. Thanks to the little light of the candle Jongin could see the young man who was trying to free himself from the robe with which he was strapped on an old chair. Carefully Jongin placed the candle on the ground and knelt down in front of the young man.

“I’m saving you, Jonghyo—”

Jongin’s cold hand was touching the other man’s cheek in a gentle manner. Fingertips were brushing over the pale skin, finding their way from the soft cheek, down to the latter’s chin. He was shivering under Jongin’s touch while he was looking at the white haired man with his eyes widened in fear. They were so beautiful when they were afraid. Those whimpers sounded like music in Jongin’s ears, especially when they were pleading for mercy. Jongin would save this man from this world. He was too precious to stay here with all those unworthy people around. Nobody would see what Jongin was seeing in this man, nobody would appreciate him the way Jongin was doing it.

The man’s plush lips were brushing over Jonghyo’s temple, downwards until he reached the latter’s ear. Having Jonghyo here, quirking underneath Jongin’s touch was making the white haired man even more excited than before. He wanted to possess this man so badly.

“Kai— save me—”

Why was his name sounding so beautiful while Jonghyo was pleading so much for security? Save me. Save me. Those simple words were ringing in the white haired man’s ears not knowing that Jonghyo had never said something like that, not knowing that he was cursing and screaming at him to stop this shit, for Jongin those were sweet little pleads for security. And Jongin would give this precious man what he was needing.

“Close your eyes. I will save you.”

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[tlouxjonghyo]

ain't no rest for the wicked || Krystal & Jonghyo;

[krystal-tlou]

She walked closer to him when he mentioned ‘smuggling’ and ‘drugs’ in the same sentence. Her face lit up, and a smile curved on her lips. She set her weapon down on a nearby table before crossing her arms across her chest. Thank god, he just cut to the chase. Now, they could actually get down to business. The faster they could get to the matter at hand, the quicker she could be entertained.

"A favor? Now, Jonghyo, what favor would that be?" She asked. An easy smile still lingered on her lips, but her eyebrow was raised in question.

[tlouxjonghyo]

She was cute when she smiled, Jonghyo noted. Of course she was pretty when she didn't as well, but there was something very endearing about signs of happiness. Perhaps he also found her cuter because she was no longer holding onto her weapon, something that definitely made her more approachable. "Well," how was he going to word this in a way that made her actually want to do it? He knew smuggling was an incredibly dangerous job; the military didn't carry those huge weapons just for show. "People have told me you're able to get in and out of the Military District. I just want you to do that for me." He returned the smile, doing his best to imply that this favour would be easy, just a quick errand that she would actually get rewarded for. "I'd pay you too, you'd get a part of what you bring back." A small part, but he chose not to mention that for the time being. 

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» Upside Down { Jonghyo & Taemin }

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He tried his best to calm himself down but it wasn’t as easy as it sound. He knew that a phobia was an irrational fear against nothing actually. But this didn’t mean it was easy to turn of those panic attacks he always felt. Well, not always. But for now it was the fear against the darkness. He swollowed, his throat dry. And with every little second he was more in the darkness the air becoming more and more short. His lower lip quivered. He had no idea what would happen if the other male would take even more time. Either way he would share tears out of anxiety or he would end up in an aggressiv rage mode that no one actually wanted to see. There were only those two opportunities. His fingers trying to claw into the hard wall and he only ended up hurting himself, chapping open the thin and pale skin of his.

He let out a long breath and he would have scoffed at this question as those words rang in his head. Couldn’t he ask him when the lighty were on and Taemin actually had his ability to think back? He whimpered again, head pressed against the wall and now he just realised that sweat was forming on his forhead, rolling down his temple. „I’m here to drink a cup of tea with you.“ He breathed out, trying to be as sarcastic as possible. But it was obvious that he failed with his voice shaking and threatening to break at the end of the sentence. „I need drugs… As always.“ He ended it with the truth, yet hiding the fact that he has nothing to pay with. But in all honesty; he had always been a good customer. Couldn’t the other male trust him in that one? Or just be nice…? Okay, his mind was starting to think weird things without the provided oxygen. He closed his eyes, legs shaking so he decided to bent his knees and squat down. He concentrated to actually form a proper sentence to his question. „I… find everyone I want to find.“ He mumbled, licking over his dry plump lips to keep them moist. And I kind of want you. But those words stayed in silence in his head. Because an obsession was nothing anyone would ever understand, nor tolerate and for now the young male had himself under control. For now… But he also knew himself to well that all this was still not enough for him. „Can you now.. Please switch on the light. I— I am afraid of the… dark. Okay…?“ He breathed out, admitting his mistake. His weakness openly. But this weakness never made him less dangerous. 

[tlouxjonghyo]

However, he didn't buy that Taemin had found him through sheer power of will, even if that would have been a very inspirational story. With his voice soft, his guard almost entirely let down, he reached out to Taemin and laid a comforting hand on his upper arm. "You're gonna have to tell me exactly how you found me, alright? After we've gotten you fixed." He wasn't a monster, he had seen what abstinence could do to people, and wasn't very keen on having it happen right there. "And there's no light down here, we're gonna have to light a fire." How could someone be afraid of the dark? Sure, being afraid of the night was one thing, because there were monsters and at night it was a lot more difficult to spot them. But simply the dark? Perhaps Jonghyo was just so used to it he had forgotten what it was like to actually fear the feeling of not being able to see. 

"We can go sit down, if you'd like." Softly, he squeezed Taemin's arm in an attempt to lead him in the direction of his main area, where the bed and his wares were spread across the concrete floor, and the broken pieces of furniture was piled as future fuel. There was really only one place where a fire could be lit, because of the lack of ventilation. If Jonghyo didn't feel like suffocating from the smoke, which he didn't, he would simply have to adapt and place the fire next to the one remaining ventilation shaft. It wasn't perfect, and the whole garage was constantly smelling of smoke, but since he didn't have the fire burning very often, he could live with it. 

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[ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ] • ᴊᴏɴɢʜʏᴏ x ᴊᴏɴɢɪɴ

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Jongin wanted to laugh at the other man’s words. Was the other really acting stupid or was he not that fast? Shouldn’t he know that Jongin wasn’t eating normal food like everyone else? But then again how should Jonghyo know something like that? It wasn’t like Jongin had ever told about his preference of eating dead human flesh but shouldn’t it be more than just obvious now?

Anyway it didn’t matter to Jongin that much. He was just nodding at the other man’s questions but he didn’t talk about it any further. There was no need to do so, at least for him. Sooner or later Jonghyo would realize the truth and maybe it would hit him harder than they both wanted, or he would just accept it and eat like Jongin was eating. It was way more pleasant than to run after some food which was already rare in this world. On top of that it seemed like Jonghyo’s hunger was already big enough.

Luckily Jongin was finding their preys easily and fast. It wasn’t like Jongin would eat either one of them, not the woman and also not the man. But Jonghyo had told him that he wasn’t picky so he would be able to decide between those. Jongin’s touch at the other man’s cheeks was gently and not too forcing but he had to make sure that they both were looking in the right direction. And indeed, realization hit Jonghyo a bit too hard.

“You are not, what?” Jongin asked with a little smirk visible on his lips while he was letting his hands fall down again. “It doesn’t taste different from what you are eating now. If you kill an animal or a human being, it’s still meat – and let me tell you, you will be full pretty well.” With those words Jongin leaned closer to the latter’s ear. “I work in the crematorium, Jonghyo. What do you think why I don’t have problems with food?”

[tlouxjonghyo]

In his whole life, he had never killed as much as a rabbit, never having been forced to hunt to feed himself. As he had grown up his parents had happily brought him food and taught him the art of trading, rather than producing. Because of this, he was fine with living off whatever the farmers grew and the far-from-fresh meat that he would sometimes get as payment. The sheer thought of killing another person, and then eating them, disgusted him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" It was an honest question, and Jonghyo's face was as questioning as his voice. It didn't matter if it was some kind of sick joke; it was a cruel world out there and Jonghyo didn't find it the least bit funny. 

Suddenly, the second wave of terror washed over him and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand. Jongin had offered to kill for him; he had offered to feed him. The idea that Jongin even considered Jonghyo to be the same as him was unbelieveable. How could be even think that Jonghyo would want to eat one of the innocent people in front of them? Like he was also some sick monster. "Don't smirk- are you sick?" He didn't noticed the other's smile until the initial shock had passed, and at the same time as he did he also realised that he was still holding onto Jongin's wrist, letting it go as quickly as if it had burnt him.

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» Upside Down { Jonghyo & Taemin }

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Slowly Taemin was coming to a point where he couldn’t see any light anymore and this was a problem. Suffering from a achluophobia made him anxious everytime he was without light. He knew how to control it until a certain point but he needed to see something anything. He needed to spot outlines just anything. But with every step he took the darkness was swollowing him and he felt and heard his own heart beating and racing uncontrollably. And on top of that came the drugs which were not in his system anymore. This fact made him nervous to begin with, made his body into a trembling mess. He let out a shaky breath. Lungs craving for something to breath, for air. They even started to hurt or so he thought at least. His hand still touching the wall while he took carefully one step after the other. But the need for drugs, the need for Jonghyo made him still go. Still walk. Made him battle his own fear against the darkness. But if this was a wise decision was something completely different.

Suddenly and finally he heard a voice in the dark. A voice so well known, something that calmed him down eventhough it was just for a short moment. But Jonghyo was here. Was still there and that meant… there were drugs. Drugs that would calm down his twisted mind, drugs that made him believe he actually lived without any problems and phobias. A light whimper escaped his lips as he finally came to a stop, not able to walk any further because no matter how he turned around there was nothing but darkness. His air becoming short and he knew it was starting. Those panic attacks that made him look so fragile in people’s eyes who saw him. Eventhough he was far from that. Well, maybe during those moments. He bit down on his lower lip in order to hold back another sound. Until he tasted his own blood on his tongue. „It’s me… Taemin.“ He breathed out until he found enough strength to speak any words, enough air to speak because it felt like it was becoming less and less right now. As if someone would suck away all the air from him. By now he leaned flat against the wall, trembling slightly. Jonghyo couldn’t find him like that. He wasn’t allowed to. He was supposed to be scared of him or at least suspicious. Wasn’t he? Taemin was a human hunter after all. „I— I’m… I don’t know. Can you just… come and make some light?“ He asked, almost pleaded and his mind was still clear enough to make him feel embarrassed by his own words. But he knew… his mood was always only one step away from turning upside down. 

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"Why're you here?" He called out, moving in the direction the sound had come from with his lighter held out. In his mind were a million possible reasons for the other's appearance, and very few of them were pleasant. Still, there was something about the way Taemin was asking him to bring the light that made him feel confident. It didn't sound like a threat, and this was Jonghyo's area after all. The garage was large and filled with junk, yet he knew every inch of it as well as if it had been bathing in lig, and navigating in the dark wasn't just easy; it was necessary. Originally he had planned to just stay there a short while, but had grown fond of the place and the months he had spent there had grown increasingly pleasant as he learned where it was safe to walk. 

Hopefully, Taemin didn't know these things (but hell, as far as Jonghyo knew Taemin could be just as familiar with this place as hew as), and that put him at an advantage. At least that was what he kept telling himself as he started to hint the outline of a person in front of him, and stopped when the other's face was visible. "How did you find me?" He didn't care if he the answer might disturb him; if Taemin knew where to find him, there might be other people who did as well. The last thing Jonghyo wanted was for junkies to start knocking on his door, and if it turned out his location was common knowledge, well, then he was going to start packing as soon as Taemin was gone. 

[tlouxjonghyo]

ain't no rest for the wicked || Krystal & Jonghyo;

[krystal-tlou]

Krystal slowly lowered the bow and arrow. “Yeah, I’m Krystal…” She stepped closer, curiosity now taking over. Jonghyo didn’t seem dangerous…and there had to be a reason why he was here. He could possibly need her help… or he could be there to buy some drugs or arms. She was cautious still- this guy was a stranger. But then again, he looked like he could bring a little bit of fun into her life. 

"What did you want to talk about?" She asked, leaning against a bookcase, grip loose on the bow and arrow. 

[tlouxjonghyo]

He breathed out in relief when Krystal lowered the bow, grateful that she was turning out to be as understanding as he had hoped she would. Still, she had only lowered her weapon, not let go of it completely, so Jonghyo decided it was slightly too early to call the operation a success. "Drugs," he answered, giving her a warm smile. "And smuggling. Smuggling drugs, actually," Was he being too forward? Well, that was for Krystal to decide, but Jonghyo didn't see any point in lying or beating around the bush. Besides, if Krystal was a dealer like himself, she would be used to discussing those topics. "Basically, I wanna ask you for a favour."

[tlouxjonghyo]

Over my head;

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Hongbin watched the other male quietly, eyes amused as he waited patiently for a reply. He could see the gears turning and could only imagine what was going through his brain, what scenarios or excuses he was coming up with to try to con Hongbin into giving out more than was originally agreed on. Jonghyo seemed to have made up his mind and he barely managed to bite back the insolent snort that threatened to slip through his lips.

‘Of course it was a bad deal for you’ he thought, though he kept that to himself. He nodded, feigning sympathy to his plight and hummed thoughtfully, lips pursed as he listened. Mild offense replaced the mischievous amusement in his eyes, but only briefly and he let out a quiet chuckle to mask the annoyance. If Jonghyo thought that ruffling his feathers with petty insults was going to win him some points, he certainly had another thing coming. Hongbin didn’t take the bait thought, kept up the façade of calm and collected. “True…” While he could see the carefully thought up logic behind the Jonghyo’s explanation, he wasn’t convinced. He was a conman; he knew all the tricks of the trade and the secrets of conning a conman was a trick he’d learned to spot long ago. “However, useful or not, you still got what you asked for so I fail to see how any of that is relevant.” He replied smoothly, arms crossing over his chest in an attempt to keep himself warm and to exaggerate his air of nonchalance. If Jonghyo was going to throw insults his way, why couldn’t he do the same? “It isn’t my fault you failed to see the inadequacy before agreeing to the terms,” Hongbin smiled here, sarcasm obvious in the tense stretch of his lips and underlying in his tone. “You wanted information, you got it. I never said it would be useful; that would’ve cost you extra.”

Pushing himself away from the wall, Hongbin uncrossed his arms and mimicked the gesture of shoving his hands into his pockets, fingers numb from the cold. Quirking a brow at Jonghyo’s final words, he couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from deep in his chest, the sound breaking through the silence that had settled between them as the other male waited for his response. “Well considering I’ve already given you payment and owe you nothing, I don’t see how we can call that even. So unless you have something to offer me in return for that request, I can safely assume we’re done here. Don’t you think?” He drawled, lips still drawn up into a smile that could be easily seen as mocking.

[tlouxjonghyo]

But it wasn't just that. It was also the fact that people tended to take Jonghyo's services for granted. They thought that as long as they could pay, he would sell. Like he was some sort of fucking vending machine. In reality there was nothing actually stopping him from just kicking his customers to the ground and robbing them. Yet, he never did; where was the appreciation for that? "Maybe you should try showing some gratitude," he grit his teeth, eyes narrowing. "I've been really nice to you."

He could feel his fist clenching, and it made him think. Could he beat Hongbin in a fight? God knows he wanted to punch him when he gave him that stupid smile, but it probably wouldn't be the wisest course of action. Jonghyo's strength had always lied in taking a beating, rather than delivering one. Still, he wanted to show this guy that he wasn't all words, because he was well aware that his use of language wasn't going to win him many points. After some contemplation he decided to at least take a step forward, placing him in Hongbin's personal space. "What makes you think you get to decide the rules? I'm the one who did you a favour," he raised his hand and pointed a finger at the other man, eyes scanning his face, as if they were looking for something. 

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Simply Jongin was shrugging while he inhaled another deep breath of the hot smoke. It was living up his senses and filling his lungs. Nothing was more calming than cigarette smoke or a good meal. If he could choose he would take both: a meal and a cigarette but this world wasn’t about choosing but about taking what you could get. “I’m not thinking, I’m sure of that. You would be stupid otherwise.” Jongin simply answered without any further explanation. There was no need to explain anything, at least for Jongin. He was also too distracted by the cold around them after they had left the house again and his own thoughts about where they would find a proper prey as payment that he couldn’t think about any specific reasons behind is rambling.

Rather than that he was asking the next question in which answer he was highly interested in. Maybe he was hoping that Jonghyo had a similar hunger problem than Jongin, but he was doubting it deep inside. And the answer was just proving that Jonghyo wasn’t the same. But why was he talking about growing? Better Jongin wasn’t questioning it again, probably it was just Jonghyo’s way of talking.

“I don’t need people to sell me food. I work at a place where I get my food on a daily basis. Good at the moment it’s quite rare that I find something good but I’m picky with my food. It’s the little luxury I have.” The white haired man quickly answered with a little smirk on his lips after taking the cigarette out of his mouth. Lazily Jongin was holding it between two fingers, he had almost smoked the most up, but it was worth it.

In silence Jongin crossed a few roads with Jonghyo. Like usually, he wasn’t looking out for Infected, neither for Soldiers or any other human groups. He was simply not afraid of them, but they were afraid of him. The white haired man took a last deep breath from his cigarette before he let it fall down on the ground. With the tip of his shoe he was grinding it out and walked behind Jonghyo. Carefully Jongin placed both of his hands on the man’s cheeks from the behind to hold his head in the right position. “You see them?” Jongin whispered into the other’s ear, while he was pointing to a young woman who was arguing with a man quite far away from them. “Whom would you prefer? Him or her?”

[tlouxjonghyo]

"You get it delivered? For free?" That sounded too good to be true. As he thought about it, he realised he had no idea where Jongin worked. Hell, until a few seconds ago he had never even given it a tought; he had always sort of assumed that he was some sort of scavenger. Usually people were defined by their professions, but Jongin wasn't, so it made sense that Jonghyo had assumed he didn't have one. Furthermore, what kind of profession would have those perks? Surely it could only be a very important position that caused people to want Jongin to stay alive. Some kind of military? Jonghyo's eyes narrowed as he observed the other man, trying to find some kind of hint in his clothes or general appearance. 

When he was out of luck, never having been very gifted in the art of analysis, he shook his head and decided to let it go. He could always ask him some other time, or once this was done. His own focus on the task caused him to be even more surprised when Jongin's hands were suddenly on his cheeks. He found himself staring at a man and a woman, seemingly in a heated argument. Did Jongin just ask him who he would prefer? What the fuck did that mean? "What?" He grimaced, not sure if he should be laughing, while glancing to the side in the hope of catching a glimpse of the other man's facial expression. "Why're you asking? I mean- I'm not- what?"

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» Upside Down { Jonghyo & Taemin }

He needed them. He needed those drugs. There was nothing he needed more at this point. He needed to forget, to bring himself into this surreal world of nothing but colors. Far away from every confusing feeling that he ever felt in his life. There were not a lot of things that could calm his demented mind down. One thing was his need to kill. No, not the need. But the actually act that made him forget everything. But even this wasn’t as easy for him as it used to be. It felt like he was brainwashed after those few days he spent with someone. But beside of that he found something else to occupie himself with. And those were drugs. And the person who sold him those. He didn’t know and he didn’t care. Taemin was always someone to fall easily into an obsession. It always had been like this for him. His prey. His food. A person. A habit. Obsessions were his daily business. His way to keep feeling alive. And there was a person granding him freedom with those things he sold and Taemin found himself coming back everytime. And it wasn’t only this. No. He was even close to him without him realising. Eyes locked so often on the other male hidden in the dark somewhere. He didn’t want to be seen. He didn’t want anyone to know but he was close to Jonghyo sometimes that the male would like. Watching simple movements. Watching him doing his business. Whatever he could catch, he would. He let his small hand run through his black hair. Jonghyo was his little new obsession and play – and no one told him. Maybe because Taemin didn’t realise how he fell into this habit and obsession. It came slow, crept upon him. And before the young man knew he was already too deep into this. To occupied to step back from it. Too needy. But he had no idea himself what he was supposed to do with this. He just kept staring without feeling the need to eat him. Because he needed him alive. He needed him close but alive. He needed the man who gave him the escape from reality. Once again he found himself with eager steps coming closer to the hideout of the other male. Normally he would pay for his drugs like everyone else. But this time he had nothing. There was no one he killed lately. No one he could have stolen from. So he came with nothing and wanted everything. He could do it. He would talk his way and no matter what Jonghyo would demand from him – he was willing to do it. He steps bringing him down to the hideout of the male. His hands running along the walls, feeling the rough material scratching over his soft skin. He shook his head lightly as he tried to get rid of a few strains disturbing his sight. His steps silently as always – he was a predator after all. „Jonghyo… I know you are here.“ His voice quiet but loud enough in this silence. But what was he supposed to do if the male wasn’t around? Simple. He would find him. As always.

[tlouxjonghyo]

It didn't make sense. Jonghyo didn't make sense to himself. He had never considered himself to be a negative person. Still, here he was, despite having lived in the post-plague world his entire life and having nothing to compare it to, he felt like something important was missing. What was the point in going outside? The only people he ever met were greedy, suspicious, impossible to trust, and only wanted him for his wares. For the moment it felt better to just stay inside and sulk, far away from everyone he had ever met. Just as he had decided that another pill was definitely the way to go, he heard something. A voice. No, that had to be wrong. He must've been mistaken, there were no voices there besides his own, ever. No one knew this was where he stayed, yet he could have sworn he had heard his name being called out. Perhaps he had been naive to think that he could keep his castle a secret forever; after all, in his line of work there were people who would sell each other out for less than a cigarette. 

He got up from the mattress, the blankets sliding off him as he moved, and for once he was grateful that he had lacked the energy to undress when going to bed. "Who is it?" If they replied he might be able to determine exactly where they were, and more importantly who they were. The voice had sounded familiar, but he had always been bad at pairing voices and their faces together, so that was of little help. Moving slowly, he reached for his lighter and one of the prepped bottles lying next to it. The garage was completely dark from the lack of windows, and he figured the lighter could both help with that as well as light one of his molotov cocktails if needed. The idea of setting fire to his home wasn't very tempting, but he had no idea why the intruder was there, and he would rather be safe than sorry. "Where are you?", It was more of a mumble as he lit the lighter and waved it around a little, trying to get a view of whoever was moving in the shadows.

[tlouxjonghyo]

Over my head;

[fleuresent-blog]

A moment passed where he received no reply and a fleeting moment of panic surged through Hongbin’s body; if this wasn’t Jonghyo, he could potentially be in some trouble. Strangers were rarely friendly, were typically hostile or worse – no longer human and Hongbin didn’t really feel like dealing with that today. It was too damn cold to expel any of his conserved energy. However, his worries were placated when a sigh of relief broke the silence and the figure on top of the dumpster seemed to relax, very obviously recognizing him once he stepped closer. Eyes adjusting, relief soothed the tension in his own muscles and he let himself relax just a bit, recognition of Jonghyo’s face and voice finally coming to him once they were close enough to each other.

He nodded in greeting, lips quirking into a small smile at the friendliness the other was displaying; whether genuine or forced, he wasn’t sure but it was appreciated regardless. It wasn’t often that he came across anything less than aggressive or violent in his line of work. “Hi,” he responded, voice not unkind and loud enough for just the two of them so they wouldn’t attract any attention if a soldier or two were out patrolling. He stayed put when the other male jumped down from where he’d been sitting, body languid where it rested against the wall and raised a brow at his words, interest piqued and expression filling with amused curiosity.

“For real this time? What, my payment last time wasn’t good enough for you?” He countered back, tone still calm and friendly. Hongbin couldn’t say he was necessarily surprised at his request; after all, a trade of information as payment for drugs hardly seemed like fair compensation but that had been their deal and Hongbin hadn’t been obligated to offer more when Jonghyo had initially agreed. Yet now that he was asking for more despite their agreement, Hongbin wasn’t feeling particularly in a giving mood. A deal was a deal. “You wanted information, I gave it to you. That was the deal and I held up my end.”

[tlouxjonghyo]

"You don't think that sounds like a pretty bad deal for me?" He laughed, as if the sheer thought was amusing. "I mean, maybe if the information had actually been useful," Could that be taken as an insult? Hopefully. "But a man's gotta eat, Jinx. You can't expect something for nothing." He tilted his head slightly, keeping his tone of voice as matter-of-factly as possible. 

The first step in convincing someone else is to convince yourself and by the time he fell silent Jonghyo honestly didn't think he was completely at fault here. Making a deal meant both parts were supposed to gain something, and so far he hadn't gained anything, so in conclusion the other part of the deal (Hongbin) owed him. The logic was flawless, and that made him feel safe. While waiting for the other's reaction he shoved his hands in his pockets to stay warm, hoping he would get an excuse to move around soon. "So I was thinking if you just get me a bunch of canned goods, we'll call it even, yeah?" 

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Was Jongin dumb? Maybe he wasn’t the brightest candle on the cake, but he didn’t realize that something was changing suddenly, or better said: that the other man’s mood changed out of sudden. Jongin was way too far away with his thoughts. The whole time he was thinking more about where they could find a proper prey for Jonghyo. Even if the other claimed not to be picky with his food didn’t mean that Jongin wanted to kill anybody for the other man. But maybe he could kill this person with his weapon instead of his hands. It was always so elaborate to break necks quick and accurate. His preys were always fighting against him and then they would get some wounds which would damage their untouched skin – Jongin was really picky.

Luckily Jonghyo was distracting him from those thoughts by giving him one cigarette. Now he was even more excited to find a good meal for his dealer. A wide grin was still showing on the young man’s lips who was taking a lighter out of his back pockets. Usually Jongin never left his residence without a lighter or something else because of his night blindness.

“Of course I know i’m your favorite customer and don’t worry, I never go out without it!” And with those words Jongin was lightening his cigarette before he was taken the lighter away again. With his free hand the man was ruffling the other’s hair before he was leading him outside again. Just a tiny bit Jongin was shaking his head before he was inhaling the smoke with relish. The following question was good, very good. Would it take long? Was it far away? Jongin had no idea.

“Mhm, nope not that far I guess.” And with those words Jongin took his arm away from Jonghyo’s shoulders and left the old town with him. “We have to get back to one of the main streets in the Free District first. But tell me…is it just the season why you are this hungry? Or is there something else?”

[tlouxjonghyo]

Going back out into the cold sucked. Jonghyo's coat wasn't nearly warm enough to keep him from shivering, and he could tell that he was shaking a little. In an attempt to make his body generate more heat he tried to jump a couple of times on the spot, but stopped abrubtly as soon as he realised how silly it must look. In his next deal he was going to demand a new hat, he decided. Or a scarf that could protect his neck better than the sad excuse for one he was currently using. It wasn't so much a scarf as it was a torn piece of fabric, originally from a shirt, and Jonghyo hated it more and more everytime he went outside.

"It's the winter," He shrugged in reply to Jongin's question. "It comes and suddenly nothing'll grow and people get greedy." Previous years had been the same, and Jonghyo wasn't terribly worried. As long as he kept asking people for food he would scrape up enough to survive the winter. He was lucky to sell something with an endless demand. 

Walking together was actually pretty nice. He had long forgotten his moment of anger, somewhat grateful for his temper's ability to truly flip like a switch. Had he ever been angry for a long time? Yeah, once. But that was the last thing he wanted to think about. Instead he opted for continuing the conversation. "You don't have the same problem? Like, people won't sell you their food anymore."