Once Upon a Time

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“Luhan, we have had this conversation before.” He mumbles softly, voice colored with weariness. “I’m not going to get tired of you. If I thought I would–” He trails off into a yawn before continuing. “I wouldn’t have offered to make it possible for you to spend the rest of eternity with me instead of just two centuries.” He kisses Luhan’s forehead when he falls quiet. “There is no such thing as me getting tired of you.”

He flinched at the weariness in the other's tone. Guilt flooded through him for doubting Leon again when it had been his fault that they'd ever been apart. He nuzzled into the older's neck and closed his eyes. "I don't want to be away from you ever again..." Luhan pulled back so he could look at the other's face. "Can we do it soon? Turning me? I don't want to keep waiting." He looked into Leon's eyes as he fisted his fingers in the back of his shirt.

#r;luhan #serdtsa

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His features relax a bit after that, though there still is a spark of worry in his chest. Even after this amount of time, there are still a few uncertainties that linger in his head. But he pushes them away. “I love you too, you know that.” He mumbles, moving just a bit closer before pulling the younger against his chest, nuzzling into his hair. “Don’t worry about such things. I’m not going anywhere.”

There was more that fed Luhan’s insecurities, making them gnaw at his mind and his chest, but he bit his tongue on them. He didn’t want to make Leon upset by asking about that time when the vampire had done everything he could to erase him from his life. The younger curled up into his lover’s chest and nuzzled into it, wrapping his arms around him. “I know....but....but what if you get tired of me? O-of me and the twins?” he mumbled, tightening his arms around the older male.

#r;luhan #serdtsa

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He is still awake when Luhan whispers his name, eyes blinking open slowly as he turns his head. His brows furrow at the question, lips twisting into a frown for a sliver of a second. “Why do you ask me something so obvious?” He mumbles, inching closer to the younger male with a sigh. “Of course I still love you. I’m still here, am I not?”

The younger held his breath when Leon turned his head towards him, seeing him clearly with golden eyes in the darkness. He didn’t miss the way lips twisted into a frown, and it made him regret asking. “Because...” he mumbled, looking down at the sheets as he played with them. “Because....” He sniffled. “I love you and I don’t want you to stop loving me like you did in my dream...” Luhan lifted a hand up to rub his eyes.

#r;luhan #serdtsa

Beyond broken boundaries .:.K.O & Byunghun

He didn’t mind the way the younger male stared back at him. It was nice to have the other’s attention solely on him. The seer’s eyes were both their natural deep green. His lips twisted into a small frown. “I don’t like it when you’re in danger. I always worry.”

Byunghun pulled the younger closer to him, cupping his cheek. He felt Sanggil relax against him, almost melting into his embrace. It filled the older’s chest with warmth. “I’d never get tired of you either.” He brushed him thumb over the younger’s bottom lip, looking at his mouth. “I won’t. I won’t leave you again,” he murmured, leaning in and brushing their lips gently together. “I love you.”

"I don’t exactly enjoy being in dager that much myself. But it’s become a habit and it’s part of the way i live. The way I have always lived and I guess… the thrill and adrenaline of danger is one of the few things that actually manage to keep me sane these days. It’s probably the only thing that makes me feel alive.” He explains slowly, head lowering and gaze torn away from the other male for a few, long seconds.

He doesn’t look up until his pulled closer and his cheeks are cupped, eyes looking right into Byunghun’s for longer than ever before. Everything up until this moment, has been stolen glances and unspoken need — Sanggil observing Byunghun when he slept longer than he did, those few mornings they spent together. Before all the quarrelling began agan and affection was hidden beneath a surface of strong words and Sanggil’s raised fists. “Promise.” He mumbles softly, eyelids beginning to slant as the seer’s thumb runs along his lower lip. It’s with ease that he follows Byunghun’s lead, the brush of lips against his own making the spread of warmth in his chest even more apparent than before. Then there are those words and for a moment, for a brief span of seconds, he freezes. His mind turns blank and it feels as if his heart is about to explode. Because there are so many things that make sense.

In that exact moment, everything he has felt for longer than he can remember, makes sense. And that emptiness in his chest is erased. That cavity his heart has carried without known reason. “ I….” He begins, trailing off as he once again buries his face against the older’s shoulder.

“I love you too.”

A silent whisper — a confirmation.

Everything, is going to get better.

Byunghun pursed his lips. "It shouldn't feel that way though...Can't you stay away from danger? And least for a little bit? For me...." He clenched his fingers in the younger's shirt. The thought of losing him after only just getting him back too unbearable to even contemplate.

The seer tried to push the negative thoughts aside. For now he would simply enjoy having Sanggil to himself. Too many times he had been taken away from him by somebody else. It had made the deep ache in his chest from centuries of loneliness throb until the immortal had decided to relinquish his hold on life. The plan hadn't gone as he'd expected, but now he was starting to think it hadn't been a bad thing.

Byunghun felt the other hesitate and freeze in his arms after the small murmur. It had surprised him too. He hadn't meant to confess. He was about to let Sanggil go when he buried his face in his chesy. Byunghun's breath caught at the whisper, quiet enough that he could have imagined it.

Smiling, the older buried his face in Sanggil's hair. His shoulders shook slightly as tears ran down his cheeks. The weight on his shoulders eased and the emptiness in his chest filled with warmth instead. "I have waited so long to hear that."

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Beyond broken boundaries .:.K.O & Byunghun

Byunghun stared at the younger male. Part of him couldn’t believe that he was really standing there before him. The seer had spent many nights wishing he was there. Now that he was, he didn’t really know how to respond.

“I can find a way. I have magical powers, remember?” he muttered back. His fingers traced over the younger’s features, reacquainting himself with them. He bit his lip when Sanggil rested his head on his shoulder. “You really want me to stay here? You won’t get tired of me, Gilliepad?” Byunghun asked, laying his head on top of the other’s. He wrapped his arms around his slender (too-slender, but that was something he could fix later) frame and buried his face in his hair. “I don’t want to die either if you’ll always be by my side.”

He has never enjoyed being stared at, but he doesn’t mind the way Byunghun stares, because frankly said, Sanggil is staring too. Because it still doesn’t make sense to him. Nothing makes sense to him like this. Even if he hasn’t remembered Byunghun while he ha been gone, that sense of loss has finally been explained and it has him both devastated and angry.

“I know that. But it’s my job, danger is what I breathe.” He says lazily, as always. He’s always been attracted to danger and he still is, not stopping with his illegal activities. Ever. He lowers his eyes when fingers trace his features, teeth sinking into his lower lip. Byunghun’s scent is the same as he remembers it, and it’s comforting. Makes it so easy for him to relax — melt against something; someone, he hasn’t been close to for something that feels like ages. “I won’t get tired of you, idiot.” He almost hisses against the other’s shoulder, emotions making him as stingy as always. “Then don’t. Don’t die on me.”

He didn't mind the way the younger male stared back at him. It was nice to have the other's attention solely on him. The seer's eyes were both their natural deep green. His lips twisted into a small frown. "I don't like it when you're in danger. I always worry."

Byunghun pulled the younger closer to him, cupping his cheek. He felt Sanggil relax against him, almost melting into his embrace. It filled the older's chest with warmth. "I'd never get tired of you either." He brushed him thumb over the younger's bottom lip, looking at his mouth. "I won't. I won't leave you again," he murmured, leaning in and brushing their lips gently together. "I love you."

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but why his smile is so attractive and cute at the same time

#fuck me #;sehun #coughs

Beyond broken boundaries .:. K.O & Byunghun

If anything, the sadness rooted deep within him is so close to leave him shaking that he’s actually afraid. But as always, fear is nothing that holds him back. Not like this. Not when he knows what he wants. What his heart wants. Difficult to believe, perhaps. That the one usually resorting to harsh words and violence would seek comfort in silence and emotion. But he does. He does because loneliness has him twisted. So very very twisted.

“I don’t think it’s possible to keep me away from danger you know.” He mumbles, the warmth of Byunghun’s skin beneath his fingertips sending a jolt of reminiscence through his entire system, making him freeze for a millisecond or so — relaxing when fingers brush over his cheek, eyelids slanting. “I don’t want you to die.” He practically whispers, stepping closer until he can rest his head on Byunghun’s shoulder. “I don’t want you to die because I can’t. And then I’ll be alone again.”

Byunghun stared at the younger male. Part of him couldn’t believe that he was really standing there before him. The seer had spent many nights wishing he was there. Now that he was, he didn’t really know how to respond.

“I can find a way. I have magical powers, remember?” he muttered back. His fingers traced over the younger’s features, reacquainting himself with them. He bit his lip when Sanggil rested his head on his shoulder. “You really want me to stay here? You won’t get tired of me, Gilliepad?” Byunghun asked, laying his head on top of the other’s. He wrapped his arms around his slender (too-slender, but that was something he could fix later) frame and buried his face in his hair. “I don’t want to die either if you’ll always be by my side.”

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Beyond broken boundaries .:. K.O & Byunghun

His eyes are still teary, lone droplets trickling down pale cheeks. Hollowed out as they are, he doesn’t quite look the same. He knows he doesn’t. But from what he can tell, Byunghun does. And it gives him that strange sensation of happiness that he used to feel whenever he was around. Foreign, yet comforting. It makes it a bit easier to breathe, as he manages to get up to his feet, trying not to sway all too much though still keeping small fingers pressed to his temple.

Slowly, he raises his gaze to let it linger by the other male, listening to spoken words, letting them echo in his head over and over. “ There’s no way, to prevent bad things from happening to me. You should have known that.” His smile is a bit twisted as it decorates his features, melancholic but at the same time bitterly dark.

“Die? Why die?” He asks with a sudden sting of worry in his tone, slowly moving forward towards the other male to wrap slim fingers around his wrist — reassure that this is really happening. It’s not a dream and not a joke.

“Why were you supposed to die?”

Why were you supposed to leave me like that?

He closed his eyes when he heard Sanggil rise to his feet, not wanting to see him walking closer. Byunghun wanted to get up and run away, but he was held down by more than his own weakness. The store pulsed, demanding that he finish his part of the exchange.

“I could try harder,” he sighed in resignation when he felt fingers wrap around his wrist. Byunghun opened his eyes unwillingly. “Not even I am meant to live forever.” He reached up and touched the younger’s cheek, brushing his thumb over the soft skin. “But I guess the store changed it’s mind. It wants to keep me here for a while longer.”

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Beyond broken boundaries .:. K.O & Byunghun

His entire frame is shaking as he stares at his own hands for a little bit too long. His head hurts, it hurts so badly that he wants to scream. But he remains silent. Because everything seems so strange, as pieces of the puzzle he calls his life has fallen into place. Which they technically have. But he can’t bring himself to say a thing, as if his voice has died in his throat without any intention to return.

He hears the other murmur, hears the familiar calling of his name as he finally settles with that everything that spins in his head has to be true. It wouldn’t be this vivid if it wasn’t. He draws a shaky breath, watches the crescents his nails has dug into his flesh before he tries to stand, without too much luck, tears clinging to his eyelashes and plush lips slightly parted.

He hasn’t felt this torn in years.

“You never failed me Byunghun.”

Byunghun swallowed and reached up to wipe at his eyes. Sanggil’s words made bim flinch harder than if the mortal had chosen to scream and curse at him. The older male couldn’t bring himself to look up as the other tried to stand up.

“I did. I was supposed to keep bad things from happening to you, and now look at us now,” he whispered, half the candles in the room blowing out one by one. His feelings for the boy made his heart ache, sharpening the self-hatred he had felt for a long time.

“I was supposed to die that night.”

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Beyond broken boundaries .:. K.O & Byunghun

As if his own temper wasn’t already bad enough, it only kept rising as the other began to yell at him too. He’s so confused and it only fuels his growing agitation. “ I don’t even know who the fuck you are!” He yells at the other, nostrils flaring and eyes almost looking as if they’re about to flash with red, which they actually do. When agitated enough.

He’s about to let out a row of curses at the other when it suddenly feels like time is standing still, a throbbing headache surfacing so quickly he has to shut his eyes for a moment not to lose his own balance. He raises his hand to his temple for a moment. The stream of memories feels foreign, but still feel as if they really do belong there and the further they go, the more of them that he actually gin access to, the weaker his knees feel. And the more torn he feels too. He can’t help it, the way his fingers shake and his shoulders slump. Head hanging low and bangs covering pale features. He tries furiously to blink away the tears in his eyes, breaths shaky and he doesn’t dare to look up. He’s afraid he’ll cave if he does. He wants to leave, he wants to run because he doesn’t know what to do. Doesn’t quite know if this is a sick joke yet, or if all of it is actually true. He doesn’t know anything and it makes him feel sick.

In the end he can’t hold himself up properly anymore, legs giving out under his own weight as fingers curl tightly against his thighs.

What the fuck is this?”

He dropped the watch with a small hiss, the heated metal having burnt the skin of his palm. Byunghun sank to his knees as the other callpsed as well. It felt as if all of the air had been sucked out of his lungs. How could he have been so stupid?

The silence that stretched between them was painful, making the seer’s ears rings with white noise. Byunghun waited for a reaction, for anything out of Sanggil now that all of his memories of them had returned.

“I’m sorry, Gillie,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over the scorched flesh of his palm. “I failed you again, didn’t I?”

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Beyond broken boundaries .:. K.O & Byunghun

“I’m not here to listen to your bullshit. If you can’t help me, then I’ll just leave. And if there’s a curse on that watch, keep it. I don’t need more bad fucking luck. My life is miserable enough as it is.” He hissed at the other, glaring at the male. “And don’t tell me that you know me because nobody fucking knows me.” He knows he shouldn’t be rude, he always knows but he doesn’t care. He hasn’t cared since he was thirteen years old and he watched his father beat his mother senseless. He doesn’t care because there’s nothing to care about. The word is rotten and that’s how it’ll always be. It bears against him however, to turn around and opt for leaving the watch behind. Something tells him not to, as if his very soul knows it’s the wring thing to do. But he’s too angry to go all the way back to the counter to pick it up too. His conflicted state of mind just leaves him standing there, in the middle of the store with his hands curled into fists.

Byunghum glared at the other. “Don’t you fucking dare say that to me! You don’t know what I’ve given up for you.” The seer wanted to pick up the nearest thing and throw it at the stupid boy’s head, his anger quickly boiling. The store shook with the force of his temper, frustrated tears gathered in his eyes.

“And you don’t fucking care. You never have.” Without thinking, Byunghun grabbed the pocketwatch to throw it back at Sanggil, not wanting to see it anymore. A sharp jolt of pain ran up his arm as the air cracked around them, the words of the spell he had used on Sanggil to erase his memories hissing back at him as it dissolved.

Beyond broken boundaries .:. K.O & Byunghun

Sanggil stops mid-step at that nickname. It has familiarity and he hasn’t been called by it for a very long time. He knows that much. He’s about to ask about it, words dying on his tongue as the other continues to speak. And his brows lower, arms crossing over his chest. He’s thinner than before, much thinner. Another thing that’s become obvious about his frame. “What the hell are you talking about?” He then spits, as always slipping right back into defensive habits. As if there’s not a single ounce of kindness within him, even though there is. Just deeply buried beneath the rubble of a broken mind. “And how do you know that nickname?” He then adds a moment later, stepping back towards the counter, brows lowered in caution.

Byunghun forced himself to open his eyes again and look at the younger man. It pained him to see him much thinner than before, so hurt and so broken. He had to try really hard to keep from flinching as his attitude shifted, getting defensive so obviously.

“There’s a spell on that watch. If you give it back it will be broken,” he was forced to tell the truth, not having been able to lie since he’d taken over so many years ago. “Because I know you.”

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Beyond broken boundaries .:. K.O & Byunghun

He does feel a bit of a change in the air the moment he brings the watch out, teeth sinking into his lower lip for a moment as he eyes the other with inquiry clearly written across hollow features. It’s so obvious that he’s tired these days that people at work have begin to ask, and he can’t even excuse himself anymore. He places the watch on the counter to make it easier for the other to have a look at it, lips pursed.

“Oh…” He mumbles despondently. He turns his gaze away for a moment, watching the candles flicker. “It’s the only thing I have on me right now. And I figured that since it’s one of those few things that feel really important to me, it’d be a good sacrifice. Guess I was wrong. oh well. I guess I should go then. As desperate as I am for help, seems like I won’t get it anywhere.” The last part was a silent mumble as he stepped back a bit, hands shoved into his pockets and watch forgotten for a moment as he shifts to turn away and head back out.

He closed his eyes when the watch was placed on the counter, so close he could feel it pulsing. The seer had to take a deep breath to brace himself as the younger turned around. “If I touch that....I can’t touch it myself, Gillie,” he mumbled, slipping back into his favorite nickname for the mortal.

“If I do you’re going to remember everything.”

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Beyond broken boundaries .:. K.O & Byunghun

His lips twist for a moment. Because he doesn’t like the sound of that, he doesn’t like it at all. Because the only thing he has on him that’s of such importance is really the watch that he keeps in his pocket, and he really doesn’t want to give it away in the first place.

His gaze wavers as he eyes the other for another few moments before it finally lowers. He doesn’t really have a choice, does he? And he doesn’t even remember where he got the watch from anyways. Just that it feels like he has to keep it safe. Maybe it’s good for him if he lets it go. He reaches into the pocket of his jacket, fingers curling against the heated metal and making him grimace. He’s still conflicted as he pulls the pocket watch out, holding it up by his chain. “Would this do?”

His breath caught when he saw the familiar watch in the other’s hand. The immortal’s chest ached, a sensation he never thought he’d feel again. It took a moment or two before Byunghun could find his voice to speak again.

“That...” He could feel the store thrum, full of warmth. It would accept the watch as payment. Byunghun swallowed. “I can’t accept that,” he whispered, pushing up to his feet. The curtains ruffled in displeasure, making some of the candles flicker slightly.

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Beyond broken boundaries .:. K.O & Byunghun

He’s still fiddling, and not exactly a little either. There’s something strangely familiar about the other male and he can’t tell what it is. Not even if he thinks as hard as he can.

“Ah, that’s positive at least…” He grumbles, reaching back to scratch his nape for a moment. blinking a few times. “Sacrifice? What type of sacrifice would I have to make?” He asks, suddenly feeling a little bit worried all of a sudden. He doesn’t have much he can give up after all.

He watched the younger male fidget in front of him. Byunghun waved his hand over a candle, turning it on. “You have to give up something just as important to you as what you want to gain.”

The seer leaned his elbow on the small table, resting his chin in the palm his his hand. “Tell me, Go Sanggil, what are you going to sacrifice to make the nightmares go away.” In the light of the candle, both his eyes shone a bright gold as the curtains drew themselves over the windows, blocking out the sunlight.

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