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#grave robber.#nsfw

we’re in over our heads.

earthbled:

it irks kyungsoo to see yifan taking over everything. he didn’t mind back then, because he understood he was still a teenager and it would take time for the elder to start seeing him as an adult, but being constantly babied and spoon fed when you’re twenty is sickening. his hand reaches over yifan’s, taking control of the spoon. “me? i’m not the one who almost fell asleep while walking.” his tone is harsh as he pries the bigger hand away from the utensil. pushing yifan is heavier than he thought. “i’ll cook and clean up. you rest. stop treating me like i’m some kid.”

before the other could make any protests, kyungsoo shuts the door in front of his face. call him rude but yifan can be stubborn even when he’s dead tired, and truth to be told he himself isn’t up for a lengthy discussion with his childhood friend at that moment. they both just had a long journey across the country, after all. any discussion is a potentially explosive argument.

stirring the contents of the pot, he begin to hum softly. black hues shift around the interior of the cottage, cringing at the spiderwebs here and there–or the thick layer of dust that already permeated the furniture. with heavy cleaning, the place can actually work as a small home. enough to fit both of them. they could live off from the wild plants inside the woods, or maybe do a little trip every week to the city. it’s hidden by the trees too. walkers shouldn’t be a problem.

living together. the word sinks in heavily. they used to live together before the world went to shit, but just as close friends. or before he confessed and they began ’dating’. it sounds so intimate now, because the thing between them is far from platonic. kyungsoo used to watch western series where unmarried couples move into a shared apartment together, doing all those things that only married couples are supposed to do. could he really achieve that with yifan? the damn giant can’t even move on from his old status as the ‘big brother’. if anything they would only resemble siblings more instead of couples.

when the contents finally boils, he turns the stove off and let the ‘soup’ cool down before placing it by the door inside the room for yifan to eat. meanwhile, he can clean up the cottage a little. he hated dust as a child and the hatred certainly didn’t die down even everything around him is.

Yifan shakes his head when he recalls how Kyungsoo had shooed him and told him to rest. He can’t sleep just yet, not when he need to guard the place. So he keeps himself busy by trying to clean the bed and stripped it from its dusty cover. He throws the dusty cloth outside, sneezing on his way out thanks to the dust clinging to the said fabric.

He beats the pillows outside, covering his nose and holding his breath so no more dust get into his nose. Yifan throws wary glances to the woods around the small cottage, in case the sound of him beating the pillows attracted any walkers. He didn’t bring his weapon along with him, a dumb thing to do because if walkers were to hear him, he only have the pillows to fend him from them. Yifan hurriedly come back inside, noticing that Kyungsoo is done with the thing he’s cooking.

“Why aren’t you eating with me?” He asks, hand catching the younger’s elbow. “Let’s eat first, just in case something happen we’ll need our strength.” He pulls Kyungsoo along with him, and they eat on the bare bed. Yifan stares on a vacant space, mind blanking due to lack of sleep and fatigue. He finally snaps awake, shaking his head before standing on his feet trying to assess what heavy furniture they have to barricade the windows and the door if they plan to stay there for a while.

“I’ll rest in a bit. Need to block that window we broke to get in here.” Yifan ruffles the other’s hair, a thin smile stretched on his lips. “Lack of sleep won’t kill me. Relax, I’ll rest after I drag that cabinet to cover the window.

“What are you thinking right now? You have your ‘deep in thought’ look on your face right now.” He messes the other’s hair more that it puffs out like a bird nest. When the cabinet is covering the broken window and making sure the door is sealed shut, Yifan plops onto the bed, patting the empty side. “Sleep with me. I think we both need rest and while it’s bit risky, the possible entrance to this place are all closed so it should be fine.”

we’re in over our heads.

earthbled:

another habit that never changed was the constant teasing and joking. yifan seem to take a liking on his height very much, which somehow was stumped that the top of his head only reached the elder’s shoulder. a lot of people finds it cute to his chagrin. but in the end despite not making it to the sports team, he became the school’s drama king instead for his vocal and acting. or at least that’s what he tells himself whenever yifan starts poking fun on it.

“shut up. i’m not short, you’re just overgrowned.” he huffs before bending his knee, eyes locked on the glass bottle. once the soles of his boots left the ground in a single hop he grabbed whatever he could from the shelves brashly. the movement itself caused the glass bottle to slip from his hand and landed on his nose with a ‘crack’ instead. “motherfuc–” he yelps in pain, cursing all sort of swearwords in his dictionary at the sting upon the bridge of his nose while crouching down.

fortunately, the glass bottle seem to have withstand the impact of the fall from the makeshift cushion that is kyungsoo’s nose, rolling towards a shelf and hitting it with a small clank. the boy continued to swear, warmth settling upon the sore spot along with a faint sting. god if he breaks his nose….

“let’s just…take it and leave.” the wrath that laces each of his words obvious. it could fool anyone if it wasn’t for the tears brimming upon his eyes. fuck, that really hurt. he’d kick the shelves around, but he’s not dumb enough to cause their untimely death. so he glares at yifan instead. “find someplace to stay for the night. i think i saw a rooftop inside the woods earlier.”

"Are you okay?” Yifan hurriedly examines Kyungsoo’s face to check any injury. The area around Kyungsoo’s nose are quite red. Yifan tentatively places his fingers to feel the nasal bone, making sure if the bottle didn’t break it. After making sure that nothing is wrong with the younger’s face, Yifan helped the younger to stuff some medicine and the disinfectant into his backpack, along with some bottles of water and canned foods.

“I saw it too. It looks like a cottage so maybe if we want to stay there we either have to negotiate or kill someone.” He grimly muses out loud. Yifan looks back at Kyungsoo, noticing the latter’s expression and he slaps a smile on his face. “Relax, with you we’ll probably be able to reach an agreement if the place is inhabited by someone.” He ruffles the younger’s hair.

He knows he’ll have to murder someone if something were to get ugly. The only thing that really matters is their safety, and no one can trust friends in this kind of world now, let alone strangers. Staying alive is necessary and the very first priority in his book, and that means securing Kyungsoo’s safety.

They left the store, stepping carefully around the bodies that scatter around the entrance of the store. They remained immobile as the males trudge on their feet, the hope of a temporary shelter serves as a slight injection of motivation for them to keep going. They encountered no zombies on the way and when they finally arrived on the cottage they saw, the males examined the state of the place. It doesn’t seem to be a place that recently been inhibited, Yifan can see it was a cozy little place before being left behind to rot. The structure is still sturdy enough for them to stay there for a while.

Yifan broke the window, purposefully doing so to draw attention of the walkers inside, if there’s any. They doesn’t hear any growling from inside and they entered the place through the window. It must have been abandoned for months. Whoever owns the place never bothered to nail some planks over the windows for safety measure, or they simply just don’t care.

“It’s dusty here, but it will do. Get some rest, I’ll heat the canned food for us to eat. You must be hungry, right?” Yifan settled himself on the dusty floor, already setting the small makeshift stove from his bag and fishing one canned corn and cornet beef from the very same bag. He uses his zippo for the fire source and opening the cans with a swiss army knife he already possessed back in high school. He only has two belonging that comes with him from their old lives, the old zippo and the knife.

The older the two sweeps his gaze around the place, noting that its a very small cottage that only have two rooms, a bathroom and the room that serves as kitchen, bedroom and living room. The bed is covered in a layer of dust, they probably need to throw the sheets away so they won’t sneeze too much if they sleep there.

“Does your nose still hurting?” Yifan asks, stirring the slowly heating food. His stomach growled and he laughs in a slight embarrassment. Yifan holds back a yawn, not wanting for Kyungsoo to nag at him to sleep for a while when he need to stay up and watch the place. “You didn’t break your nose, but if it still hurting tell me.” He knows plenty about physical injuries, granted that he received many in his younger days.

sleep eyes.

#( 🌸— u n r a v e l t h e w o r l d m y s w e e t w e a r e d y i n g)#grave robber.#[wow vy wat]#[and wow me wat]

earthbled:

who knew an absolutely intimidating giant at first glance could actually infuriate kyungsoo with his cheekiness? the adolescent-like mental state hidden behind the cold exterior and penetrating glance. when he first took the leap and pulled the other for a kiss after their date he didn’t expect this, for them to become so intimately domestic as if they are already a married couple when their relationship will celebrated its first anniversary soon.

as a person, he considers himself to be very private and withdrawn. and the first glance upon yifan had him thinking that the elder is just the same. kyungsoo really doesn’t know whether he should be grateful for the misjudgment or to be alarmed by it, but looking at the way yifan’s gummy smile could bring one to his own even in the worst of days has him thinking that maybe, it’s not so bad. to be out of the loop where everything should be consistent and just let things go according to flow.

wu yifan makes him think that he deserves to be happy. and so do kyungsoo becomes happy.

wait. honestly, has he gone mad from a single tableware cut? to come up with such…thoughts? the do kyungsoo people know is barely a man of feelings. and then again, yifan also makes him ponder about himself a lot. about them. sometimes about the way their voices reverberate through the walls of the elder’s room as he pounded into kyungsoo, wearing the arms of an exhausted male around his neck.

he doesn’t understand how his body managed to make it’s own move when his eyes never left yifan’s figure, how his uninjured hand managed to pull the elder by the collar of his shirt and let their mouth smack onto each other, teeth clashing messily. but by the time he’s back to his senses he already has yifan in his space, lips soft on each other’s and breaths tickling plump lips.

“you.” his digits bury themselves amidst the silver strands. voice sounding more desperate than he had meant for it to be. “i need you. now.”

A sudden pull on the collar of his shirt caught him off guard, nor did he expect a pair of warm lips pressing firmly against his. His last question got pushed to the furthest corner of his mind when what matters now is he’s got an armful the man that likes to play hard to get, often frustrating him to the point of him losing control of himself and acting like a dog begging for its master’s attention. He had always have difficulties saying no to Kyungsoo, willingly losing his dignity just to put back a smile on the latter’s lips. The Yifan before Kyungsoo wouldn’t go as far as driving at 4 am just because of a single text message--he never even respond to any kind of message or phone call after 11 pm.

But with Kyungsoo it was different, it’s always different.

Yifan might or might not let out an undignified squeak when the younger male smushed their lips together but soon to recover from his slight surprise. He kissed the other with the same passion, one hand finding its place on the hips of his boyfriend and the other is cupping his jaw. In his hazy mind, he couldn’t help but to marvel at how familiar the positions of his hands are and how he had immediately and almost automatically placed them there.

He finds it odd, maybe it’s something akin to muscle memory and he wonders if he had repeated the action again and again that his hands had come to remember where they belong. His eyes darkens at the sudden request, tongue sweeping his own lips as he stare unabashedly at Kyungsoo.

“What brought the sudden change, huh? Earlier you seemed pretty disinterested in playing with me,” he inquires with a lilt in his tone. “There’s no way you got turned on when I sucked your wounded finger, right? Oh, wait.” He drags his tone as if he just had a realization and Yifan takes Kyungsoo’s injured hand and brings it close to his mouth.

“Do you like it when my tongue playing with your wound? Do you like the pain, Kyungsoo?” His tongue flicks the wound once, testing the water. When he sees that there’s no negative reaction Yifan continues his little endeavor to screw around with Kyungsoo though he’ll deny it as an study getting know his boyfriend more. He gently sinks his teeth on the closing wound, causing it to reopen and starting to bleed again. Yifan laps his tongue slowly, catching every drop of blood while pressing kisses on Kyungsoo’s fingers and open palm here and there.

“Do you like it when I bite you? Rough you up? How masochistic.” He chuckles softly, teeth grazing the visible line of veins. How tempting, a small nibble here--no. The young ghoul reminds himself. He at the point where he already admitted that he loves Kyungsoo a lot months ago and he’d like to keep his boyfriend alive, in one complete piece and completely unaware of his identity. He’s threading on a dangerous water here but looking at Kyungsoo makes him wants to this, maybe for the younger male or just for his own curiosity. “Tell me what you want me to do, Kyungsoo. In words.”

we’re in over our heads.

earthbled:

he doesn’t quite catch yifan’s mutters with the dead moaning and rattling everywhere, but he does catch the taller’s skilled hands throwing the makeshift spear to the forehead of the bigger walker dead on. which is no oddity when he remembers the amount of times yifan came home all bloody and bruised before things went this way. he always handles weapons easily, like his hands are meant to hold them, and kyungsoo is still unsure whether to be grateful or worried about that.

“antiseptics? it’s not like we’re going to cut someone open with these knives.” he grumbles a bit, but does what he was told anyway. the doe-eyed boy sheathes back his dagger before walking through the shelves, careful not to step on any walkers because he really doesn’t want to wash rotting brain matter off his boots again.

his eyes catch a brown-colored glass bottle on the top shelf of the pharmacy part of the minimarket, vision good enough to make out the word ‘98% alcohol’ printed on it. bingo, he cheers silently with a broad grin upon his features–or at least until he realized his height doesn’t exactly support his objective of retrieving the item. kyungsoo bit down on his lips as he tried jumping, a hand outstretched but never quite reaching it.

dammit, how many cartons of milk should he have to make him grow taller?

"We clean these pretties so we won't get infected if they accidentally cuts us, hot stuff. Call me if you need anything.” He gives Kyungsoo’s butt a quick squeeze before running towards the rows of refrigerators to avoid any blows Kyungsoo directed at him and start shoving bottles of water and energy drinks inside. He doesn’t take much, only a few amounts of consumables he thinks as necessary before striding to canned food aisle and takes whatever’s left there. He doesn’t want to take too much, in case they need to run from something, being greedy will only bite him back right in his ass.

Yifan wanders to the cashier’s table, eyeing the scattered packs of cigarettes. Throwing a cautious glance to his back, his hand reaches to the glass cabinet and taking three packs of ciggy and one lighter from there. He shoves his recent loots to his backpack, saving one box and the lighter by pocketing it in case Kyungsoo found out and deciding to throw them away. He was about to go checking on the younger when his eyes fell on the other things on the shelf and Yifan wonders when was the last time they share private moments together.

Feels like forever ago.

The tall male takes a couple of things on the left side of the shelf, placing it at the bottom of his backpack before allowing his feet to take him to Kyungsoo. Yifan had to hold back his snort when he found the younger, trying to reach for a bottle of rubbing alcohol at the higher place of the shelf.

“Need a hand? Well, a longer hand.” he amends. He know Kyungsoo will sulk if he make fun of his height but hey, older brothers tend to poke fun of their younger ones. No matter what there will always be a part of him that thinks of Kyungsoo as a little brother regardless of how long they’ve crossed the line that separates brotherly love and something more together. Doesn’t mean he romantically love Kyungsoo any less, but it can’t be helped. He babysat the brat since he’s four, some things aren’t that easy to change.

Yifan wonders if Kyungsoo will explode into a small ball of outraged squish if he carries the shorter male to help him reach the item. Like how he did years and years ago when Kyungsoo wanted the jar of cookies his mother placed on the highest part of their food cabinet. Good times.

sleep eyes.

#( 🌸— u n r a v e l t h e w o r l d m y s w e e t w e a r e d y i n g)#grave robber.

earthbled:

he learns to be unfazed by the biggest things from his line of work, but it seem to stop working when it comes to wu yifan. the damn asshole knows exactly how to rile him up, how to throw him out of the loop. and kyungsoo realized this fact just now only when the older brought his wounded finger to his lips, licking the stray blood that travels from a crevice upon his skin and putting it inside his mouth. fingertips meet the smooth surface and soft texture, eyes wincing a bit upon the feeling of saliva upon his skin.

even so, he still finds himself unable to tear his eyes away from yifan’s penetrating stare.

a harsh slap was delivered to lean arm for the action itself, cheeks suddenly rising in temperature. but he doesn’t let his features show it. instead a look of distaste finds itself creeping to the surface. “gross. that’s not how you treat a wound, dumbass.” his hand says the other, though, when it doesn’t make any attempt to shy away from yifan’s hold.

Yifan fakes out a pained wince when a hand made a contact with his skin, eyes darting to see the face of his boyfriend and he hold back a grin when the cheeks of the younger man changed into a darker shade of red. “Yes, yes. Now let’s see if I still have first aid kit somewhere,” Truth to be told, he’s sure he doesn’t have one. The young ghoul never needed it before, his own regenerative ability will heal any kinds of wounds as long as he eat properly.

After pretending to rummaging around for awhile, he told Kyungsoo that he can’t remember where he placed the first aid kits while making a mental note to purchase one for future use. It will be very suspicious if he doesn’t have some basic stuffs such as rubbing alcohol or a simple bottle of aspirin. “I’m going for a quick run to buy some band aids. Do you need anything else?”

Hopefully he can skip eating that disgusting pile of goo for breakfast. It will be a huge waste since he still can tastes Kyungsoo on his tongue and he wants to let it linger in his mouth for a little longer instead of the taste of vomit, Yifan shudders slightly.

we’re in over our heads.

rather than afraid for his own life, kyungsoo is more concerned about yifan’s well-being. even as a student he was known for his devil-may-care and cocky attitude, still grinning like a jackass he is even if the universe hit him with a fucking asteroid. if it wasn’t for that why would the other be involved in something like an underground street fight in the first place? really, that reckless side of him is what kyungsoo feared the most. “if you were alone you wouldn’t lasted this long.” he leaves his sentence hanging between the sprays of rotten blood in the air, while his dagger cut another tendon on a female with half-chewed face. no use trying to lecture that dolt about anything.

well, as long as nothing comes to his harm. what can he say?

a pull on his arm has kyungsoo snapping out of his attacking spree, breathing comes in heavy pants while he swings his blade free from the pungent-smelling liquid. “did you get the heads? If so we wouldn’t have to worry about them.” his eyes travel to the forming crowd, spinning the dagger’s hilt around his digits. one… two… “only two remaining. i’ll take care of the smaller one.”

#wanderer.#[lbr if an asteroid were to hit the earth he'll be on the very front line celebrating

“I wouldn’t. There’s no use trying to live in a dying world alone, a dead end is still a dead end.” He mutters, twirling his last throwing knife in his hand. He ended up tucking his knife back to his belt, weighing his spear for a moment before he hurls it at his target with a terrifying accuracy. Someone’s been doing his training in the past four years of apocalypse.

He barely bats an eye at the smell of decayed flesh, stepping on the motionless corpse as he pulled his spear out from its skull. The older of the two starts collecting his weapons back, ripping the clothes from the walkers he deems as acceptable to help him holding his and Kyungsoo’s dirty knives.

“Can you find some medicines or disinfectant? We need to clean the weapons. I’ll get us some water and maybe drinks with calories. Then we’ll look for food.”

we’re in over our heads.

earthbled:

it wasn’t as clear, but he still remembers the sleepless nights in the kitchen spent waiting for yifan to come home. the older boy secretly participating in street fights that caused him to come home all bloody and battered, with kyungsoo supposedly ( and blissfully ) unaware of this fact to ease his worry for the elder. back then he understood that his mother had told yifan to take care of his ‘little brother’ in case anything happened to her, but having the truth held back from you sucks. it was like everyone saw him as the short, doe-eyed boy who needs protecting instead of his true self, the red-haired teen who had a taste of the real world even before he get to face it in college.

so he tried to be seen as an equal. he balanced school life, part-time jobs, and taking care of his mother. he did all the chores and cooking around the house without missing a grade–despite costing him his health sometimes. he tried dressing like an adult, acting like one, earning looks from his highschool friends and teachers alike. for god’s sake, he researched for anything that could make the older look at him in the internet.

and yet. even after the world ended, even after their relationship evolved into something romantic since the 50th day, or after being stuck with nobody but each other for nine-hundred days now it’s still yifan who does all the protecting instead of him. it’s still ‘yifan-ge’ and 'soosoo’ instead of 'yifan’ and 'kyungsoo’. it’s still him watching the elder’s back instead of feeling his shoulder against his.

( he just wants yifan to see him as an equal. is that too much to ask? )

“speak for yourself. i know you didn’t sleep last night.” he grumbles, although pleased with how easy their hands slots against each others when the older leads him to the abandoned minimart. yifan’s palm felt warm and soft upon his own, comforting, even if the truth is far from that. his eyes travel to the interior of the minimarket. “it’s you whom i’m concerned about. stop treating like i’m some doll.”

after four years of surviving on nothing but simple weapons, they know better than to just march into a building without checking for any walkers first. kyungsoo himself has several knives hidden under his clothings; inside his boots by his legs, a small swiss-knife on the belt, and a dagger on his back. for this occasion, perhaps the dagger would be fitting. he merely nods at the other’s question, unsheathing the weapon from it’s casing. compared to yifan’s his blade are much cleaner.

as brown eyes catch a glimpse of a walker, kyungsoo sneaks under yifan to land a clean hit towards the middle of its eyes. “you should stop treating this like a game, ge. or you might actually get killed.” he reprimands before returning his stance to disable the walkers by their legs, so it’ll be easier for yifan to take them down without much struggling.

yeah, they can probably pass off as a team as well.

"Well, firstly, I’ve been treating this like some kind of game since I’ve come to accept the fact that the world is dying--which is around two weeks post apocalypse.” He shrugs as he spears an unfortunate dead on his--her? Damn, they all look similar--open jaw and bashing its head to the nearest wall. “Loosen up qin qin, you look cuter when you have murderous expression on your face.” The little shit actually smirks as he drops the sentence that he thinks as a compliment, fishing out his throwing knives from his belt.

He whistles at the clean hit Kyungsoo landed on one of the dead, praising the younger as he starts carelessly throwing his own knives to his next unfortunate victims. One, two, three... He kicks a walker that got too close to him, impaling its head with his spear. Six, seven... The tall male pulls his spear out and impaled another one, swinging the body that’s stuck on the the spear head to its companion and causing it to fall on the floor. Eight, nine, ten--the hell why are there so many walkers inside?

Yifan grabs Kyungsoo’s arm and drags him, retreating a few steps back. They need to know how many walkers they’re dealing with. “We have... eleven, no twelve dead bodies walking.” He grits his teeth, feeling anger creeping up. Yifan throws one of his throwing knives at one of the walkers and it struck its target. “Eleven,” And now he’s down to one throwing knife and a shitty spear. “Keep them in one line, don’t let them spread out.” Nothing is more dangerous than scattered walkers in their current situation. “Can you do that?”

we’re in over our heads.

@waywardsolar

his throat is dry and lips cracked. shirt damp of perspiration with a layer of dust sticking upon the faded cloth. the sun beating down upon two staggering figures is dangerously close to betraying its initial job in nurturing the life below, inflicting dehydration instead. kyungsoo swallows his own saliva for the umpteenth time that day, attempting to sooth the itch that is crawling on his barren throat. water seem to be a privilege not many can have in this wasteland, considering most of the supplies has been contaminated with whatever that has the dead chasing for the living’s flesh.

he really doesn’t know how they can actually survive this long with only the two of them, do kyungsoo and wu yifan. the two ordinary teenagers that happened to be close childhood friends somehow also happened to be stuck together when the zombie apocalypse first started four years ago and until this very second. with the three year age gap between them kyungsoo could say he’s been depending on the older to survive.

not that he’s completely useless, of course. for example, kyungsoo is skilled at convincing other survivors to give a portion of their supplies. or simply at navigating.

“gēge, there’s a minimarket up ahead.” his own index finger points towards a particular building not too far ahead, the dead neon sign erected by it’s side confirming his words. thank whatever is up there that his brain is still functional enough to catch a glimpse of it. “we’re running low on food. and i think it’s best if we take a break for now, don’t you think?”

#wanderer.#[idk what to tag this yet damn]

The taller of the two scans their surroundings, eyes glancing from one place to another every time they caught a small movement, head turns at every rustle his ears heard. The makeshift spear clutched firmly in his hold, his body stance tense and alert–ready to engage in any kind of close ranged combat. Exhaustion apparent in his face, dark circles framing his sharp eyes making his youthful face seems years older than his actual age. Few hours of restless nap he took after staying up all night these last few days in a self-assigned watch duty eventually took a toll on his body.

Yifan squints his eyes at the place Kyungsoo pointing at, calculating the distance and the state of the dusty place. He agrees at the suggestion, jolting slightly when he heard a small growl in from afar. At their nine o’clock two dead people limping at them, snarling and snapping their jaws at the youths. His eyes spot another one coming from the same area as the two walkers, only a few feet further.

"I’ll take care of those three first before we go there. Watch my back.” He playfully swats Kyungsoo’s ass before going to bash some heads. Yifan easily taken care of them, using the length of his spear to put some space between them. He stabs the first walker’s head through its eyes, kicking its now motionless body as he pulls his spear away from its eye socket with ease and familiarity. Yifan killed the other two in the same fashion and he jogs back to Kyungsoo when its done. Normally he’ll try to be fancy and experiments with his zombie slaying style but he can’t afford to do that now that he no longer scavenging in groups of people. Being separated from your group sucks.

“Done.” He flashes his boyfriend a grin. He sees exhaustion on the doe-eyed male’s face and he affectionately rubs the younger’s head. “Are you tired? We’ll take a break in a moment, hang in there.” Yifan takes the latter’s hand in his and he leads the two of them towards the dingy store. He taps the frame of the broken window quite loudly to rouse attention from the residing dead inside. He’d rather take care of those in daylight and where he can see them, it’s safer that way.

“You got your knife?” He watches the staggering shadows coming closer to the entrance of the convenience store and releasing their laced hands to grip his spear with both of his hands, the knife tied at the other end of the staff he’s holding gleaming with brownish stale blood and bits of brain fluids. “They’re coming!” A savage grin found its way to his lips.

We can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.

George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss (via lazypacific)

#misc.#grave robber.

sleep eyes.

#( 🌸— u n r a v e l t h e w o r l d m y s w e e t w e a r e d y i n g)#grave robber.

nocthene:

kyungsoo is very much aware of how warm yifan’s body pressed flush against his when the older reached for the box of oatmeal on the top shelf, but his brain elected to ignore it along with the sudden increase in temperature of the room. he mutters a small ‘thanks’, dark hues shifting aside just to dodge eye contact on purpose. like hell he’s gonna let yifan win this early in the morning.

he pushes the other by his shoulder a tad roughly, hiding the flush on his cheeks. “i’m fine. christ.” honestly it’s almost like yifan is treating him like a child. just because they have a three years gap in their age doesn’t give his boyfriend an excuse to baby him. he’s 23, for god’s sake. he hunts ghouls for a living! he can deal a little bump to the head.

“movie would suffice. i’m not watching disney, though.” kyungsoo stirs the oatmeal with hot water, paying too much attention on the texture of the porridge. he grabbed a banana from the counter before slicing it to thin pieces to put on the surface. “my turn to pick, and i say let’s catch up on the newest season of scream–shit!”

the knife dropped onto the counter with a ‘clank’, followed by droplets of blood dripping on metal, red almost menacing under the kitchen light. kyungsoo clutches onto his wounded finger with a wince. “goddamn that hurts…”

Devilish smirk blooms on his lips, eyes obviously caught the slight change of color on Kyungsoo’s face. “Just let me worry about you, geez...” Yifan laughs when the younger shoves him, arms still wrapped securely around his waist. That shove did nothing except for him to hug Kyungsoo from behind, placing his chin on the crown of his boyfriend’s head.

“Yes, yes, anything for my Kyungie.” Yifan huffs, grinding his hips in circling motion to the younger’s ample ass with shit eating grin on his face. “Ah, ah, don’t put too much banana slices! There’s enough calories in one meal....” The Chinese male whines and crinkles his nose in distaste. It’s awful enough that he has to eat human food, he can only use his profession as a model for an excuse why he eat so little.

Kyungsoo’s swearing startles him and he jerks away in panic when he realized that there’s a smell of blood coming from his boyfriend. “Kyungsoo! Did you hurt yourself?? Let me see the wound!” Yifan carefully inspected the injury, sighing in relief that it’s nothing serious. The blood flows freely from his finger, but that’s usual for wounds on fingers and cheeks thus he doesn’t see the need to worry too much.

“Oh, it’s just a small cut. Stupid, you scared me.” He makes a face to Kyungsoo, flicking his nose lightly and eyes the bloody finger with genuine interest. How fragrant... It’s been a long while since he smelt fresh human blood. Yifan brings the wound to his mouth, inserting the bleeding finger in and gently sucking it. His tongue licks all of the stray blood Kyungsoo’s hand, eyes maintaining eye contact with the other.

Yifan holds back a small pleased moan at the back of his throat, grateful for the small, unexpected treat. He presses a kiss on the saliva stricken wound, slowly swallowing the blood in his mouth. “Let’s tend your finger now.”

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sleep eyes.

#( 🌸— u n r a v e l t h e w o r l d m y s w e e t w e a r e d y i n g)#grave robber.

savitrism:

nocthene:

he had to admit his relationship with yifan isn’t completely a lovey-dovey one. in fact, there are times where he wants to give the other a good ol’ knuckle sandwich so badly for teasing him–like now, for instance. that giant oaf just shoved his tongue inside his mouth only to leave him half-hard. almost a reminiscent to their first kiss, except he knows this time the older did on purpose to rile him up.

and that’s just unacceptable to his ego.

so kyungsoo plays along, taking deep breaths to regulate the blood flowing to his groin. his brain trying to focus on the to-do list for the moment. oatmeal… yifan usually put his oatmeal in the top shelf, right? that means he wouldn’t need to use the stove or cook anything for that matter, since he’d rather have fruit salad for breakfast. actual food can cause him indigestion. and he’s aware how tight his pants have been.

an indignant squeak escaped his heart-shaped lips when he felt a squeeze to his bums. fortunately he manage to land a fairly hard slap on the other’s bicep, although the color red is already blooming on both of his cheeks. “keep your hands to yourself, will you?” he grumbles, tiptoeing to reach for a small bowl and the oatmeal package. “define indoor couple things, because the last time you said that i could barely walk.”

He noticed Kyungsoo tiptoeing to reach for tableware on a tall shelf, Yifan stood up and helped Kyungsoo to take it off of the shelf. He wouldn’t risk Kyungsoo getting hurt if he accidentally knocked something else and the said item hit his head or other body part. His body pressed flush against the back of the younger male and he placed two of porcelain bowl on the kitchen counter.

“Call me if you ever need something from there. You might hurt yourself.” He gently chided his boyfriend, looping his arms around the smaller figure. “Or if I’m not around use a chair. It’s better safe than sorry.” Hmm... maybe he should do a small make over to the kitchen, knowing how stubborn his boyfriend is he probably will continue refusing his help and choose to endanger himself because of his huge ego. The younger hates it whenever someone pokes on his height.

“And aww, don’t be like that! I meant like watching movie and cuddling for example.” Feigning astonishment, he puckers his lips as he pretends to think hard, digging his memories, “Or perhaps do you want to do more?” He brushed his lips to the shell of Kyungsoo’s ear.

sleep eyes.

#( 🌸— u n r a v e l t h e w o r l d m y s w e e t w e a r e d y i n g)#grave robber.

savitrism:

nocthene:

doe-eyes widen at the sudden intrusion of his personal space, and kyungsoo backs away towards the sink as a form of reflex. “yifan what do you think you’re doing–” the final sentence dies in his throat when a pair of soft lips encased heart-shaped ones, the leg pressing onto his groin so suddenly elicits a gasp in which the taller seem to take it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into kyungsoo’s own.

with yifan it’s always a competition. who’s the fastest one to claim the bathroom first. who’s the better one at massaging each other’s aching muscle at the end of the day. who’s the first one to make each other come during sex. and kyungsoo being kyungsoo he’s not one to relent to his boyfriend’s antics so easily. yet that morning he finds himself rather taken aback by the bold action inflicted upon him. his fingers dig into the sturdiness of yifan’s bicep when the latter grazed the roof of his mouth, another choked moan spilling from thick lips. soon a hand managed to latch itself onto the older’s silver locks just behind the neck, pulling it roughly in time for kyungsoo to finish collecting himself–

“h-huh?” it disappeared. just like that. the delicious friction of their lips together. his brain took its sweet time to register the nibble that prick his ear, followed by the baritone voice belonging to no other but yifan’s. that ass– “oatmeal.” he repeats the word to himself. breath bated upon realizing the growing hard on under his sweat pants, and he nods rather furiously before pushing his way through his boyfriend’s caging arms not wanting to share any eye-contact. “o-one oatmeal. take a bath while i prepare them.”

Yifan can’t contain his own laughter to himself. Despite how he acts around his colleagues or circles of friends, Kyungsoo still has childish part in him who always wants to gain the upper hand on every situation. While it is not wrong for wanting that, what amuses Yifan the most is how Kyungsoo thinks of everything as a competition he has to win or at the very least, fought tooth and nail even if he really cannot win it.

He finds it to be extremely adorable and charming in its own way, and its always fun to see Kyungsoo tries his best to fluster Yifan when usually its always ends up with the smaller male having his face beet red and panting. The smug glint in his eyes whenever he managed to surprise Yifan also brings its own joy to him and he often let himself be defeated and allow Kyungsoo to lead even though if he shares the same sentiment with his boyfriend, Yifan will overpower him easily. But the young ghoul doesn’t see the fun in it. thus he often let Kyungsoo to win their little, ah, competitions.

But him being him, once he wants something, he will get it. When he said he wants Kyungsoo for breakfast, he will get Kyungsoo for breakfast. He may be a confident individual, but he isn’t so haughty to claim that he knows all of Kyungsoo’s nook and cranny as people are complicated beings, but it won’t be long until he had completely mapped and memorized his boyfriend’s every pattern and behavior as he already knows most of them. Yifan knows which buttons to push, which strings to pull and bippity boppity boo! He has Kyungsoo wrapped around his fingers. Well,

Sometimes. Because his sweetheart is such a wild card. And that’s why he finds Kyungsooo very interesting.

“Mwoh? But I want to take a bath with you.” He says, tagging along with Kyungsoo who has already makes his way ahead of him to the kitchen. His eyes are trained on the perfect bubble buttocks and the sway of the hips in front of him, appreciating the view. When they finally reaches the kitchen Yifan reaches out his hand and gives Kyungsoo’s cute bum a small squeeze before he slinks down to take a seat on one of a few chairs there. “Let’s do many indoor couple things today.” He cheerfully chirps with an innocent smile on his face.

sleep eyes.