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Daehyun moved mechanically, feeling a sense of detachment as if he was the spectator rather one actually in Sumin's embrace. His arms curled themselves around her waist with slight hesitation, as he couldn't recall them being this physically close. His heart thudded rather violently in his chest, and from the way he laid his head on the crook of her neck, he could smell her sweet shampoo. He sighed, breathing her in, ignoring the dampness in his cheeks as a tear slid down of its own volition. 

He closed his eyes as he felt her slender fingers on his hair -- soothing, calming him. He would want to stay in her embrace for a long time, but he knew that somehow, she was going to let him go. 

Daehyun didn't cry. It would do him no good. The sadness was replaced with indifference again, a mask that he had practiced for so many weeks -- being miserable over something you had no control over was futile.

"Okay," he said anyway, his eyes closed.

Her hands were so warm. Daehyun looked her in the eye -- or tried to, and he was thankful that his own tears had stopped betraying his desire to appear strong in front of her. "I... I know," he replied shyly, his cheeks having a faint color at the enunciation of her words. "I know." He held her close, and perhaps the light had deceived him, but he thought that she was crying. 

"Don't cry..." Daehyun mumbled to her shoulder, his arms subconsciously tightening around her. He didn't want to see her sad; never. If only. 

"Thank you."

Unspoken — Daehyun & Sumin

#t: all #t: memories #t: unspoken #c: sumin #arcxsumin

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"Daehyun," he said simply, but he doubted that she knew him, and he exactly didn't mind. He valued his own invisibility in the gang, not wanting extra attention that could endanger him, wanting to save himself from the trouble of being quite notorious. He just did his job and cleaned up the mess (occasionally; he might have gotten scolded one or two times for being too unkempt with his work, but then, he had defended that he was still precise) and went on his not-so-merry way. 

"Are you busy?" He asked, hesitant, eyeing her as she moved around the lab. The mask blocked the pungent smell of chemicals, and for that, he was grateful. Perhaps she was forming a new mix of drugs that he had no name for, and he certainly didn't want to find out. She was quite eye-catching for a gang member, but then he attributed that to her upbringing -- he guessed as much. People who were born rich with a silver spoon in their mouth didn't appear to look like him, who was almost an anomaly, not at all.

"I heard, um," he continued anyway, wanting this over and done with -- if she rejects him, he could just find someone else, maybe, "That you study in SNU..." Daehyun licked his lips, wanting to chase the shyness out of his voice, as it really didn't suit him -- he was told that he was quite intimidating in person, but in his own opinion, everything goes down the drain when he opens his mouth. "I'd like to take the exam too, and... I was wondering if you could give me advice about it?"

There, he breathed a sigh in relief -- he didn't stammer out the words (that would have been embarrassing in front of the young lady, who was already disinterested from the moment he had entered the room), and so he waited, trying not to fiddle with his fingers as he did. 

He really isn't used to asking for things -- sometimes, he just knew that he wouldn't get them.

Favor / Daehyun & Sulli

#t: all #t: favor #c: sulli #scrxsulli #[ It's okay pets lovingly

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His black mask was discarded, haphazardly shoved inside one of his pockets so that he can down drink after drink properly. The lights were dim, there was no risk that people would blatantly stare at him for they were too focused in their own affairs, and so he pushed past his insecurities with the scars marring his face. Daehyun had one too many, but he sighed as he did nothing to dull the ache that he can't even name.

(He did have a name, but he did not want to think of it.)

The cloud over his head had just simply gone darker and darker as the clock ticked by, adding to the fire he felt in his throat and in his veins. Some nights, you just want people to burn. The taste of alcohol burned his tongue, every drop adding to his rage against the world, against himself. 

Stop. You still have to go home --

(Not that there was a home, in the first place.)

He was thinking that he simply had too much for the night, and absentmindedly, Daehyun tipped over a glass of a colored drink that he had no name for, the liquid splashing onto the man sitting beside him. "Oh fuck," he mumbled a second too late, eyes looking up at a man who was more built than him, and he thought, well shit, he was in trouble. 

Some Nights / Daehyun & Taekwoon

#t: all #t: some nights #arcxtaekwoon

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His eyebrows rose up his hairline as he read the woman's reply, and he was right -- he had always thought that she was quite the reckless one. And Daehyun couldn't remember when he'd mention that he was not as good as he wanted to be when it came to shooting but it had somewhat bruised his ego that she said so anyway, and so he replied:

[ text to: Krystal ]: (5:12pm) Alcohol. Right.

[ text to: Krystal ]: (5:13pm) Because that would help with aiming.

She'd probably end up killing me, Daehyun thought with a shake of the head, moving around his room to get properly dressed, quickly putting on a new shirt and his jeans before slipping on his shoes and his black mask. Pocketing his phone, he exited the apartment and went on his way to the shooting range. He knew it would take him some time as he was just walking, and the hitman had started to wonder whether he should ask Yukwon to teach him how to drive for the sake of convenience, and he was not about to take a cab. Not having any choice, he had opted to take the public transportation to the shooting area, which was fifteen minutes away. 

Ending the uneventful journey, Daehyun walked to the area, eyeing the familiar guards and lifting up his shirt to gingerly show them his tattoo for entrance and he was allowed inside. He wasn't familiar of the inside of the place (which was further proof that he needed more practice), and he sighed as he entered the room holding the weaponry, picking a random handgun that he was sure Krystal and his boyfriend would be able to name just by looking at the form. Internally rolling his eyes, he had stepped outside and spotted the woman, nodding to her direction, eyes scanning the area for the alcohol.

"So. Shooting." 

gonne — krystal + daehyun

Feeling a buzz in her jean pocket, the woman reached to pull out her phone and nearly ate pavement. After that little incident she felt inclined to wait until she parked to reply, and so she did. Hitting the kickstand with her boot once she’d reached the parking lot, the hitman then pulled out the small device and text her coworker:

text msg —>daehyun (5:09pm):

we shoot at things until im sure you wont accidentally hit me on the mission

text msg —>daehyun (5:010pm):

also i brought alcohol because… yes

She dismounted, retrieving the bag and her keys before making her way inside. It was a nice place, as far as gun ranges went; there was the occasional missed shell laying about but other than that it was exceedingly clean — for if the legitimacy of the building was ever questioned and fingerprints pulled…. well, it wouldn’t be good. 

Pulling up the bottom of her shirt to reveal her tattoo as ‘payment’, the woman then made her way ‘backstage’ to select her weapons. 

#scrxkrystal #t: all #t: gonne #c: krystal

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Daehyun focused his attention on the lampposts above, the lights fading into a blur as the car went past them. Vaguely, he heard Yukwon hum a song that he didn't know, and he told himself that it was better than the stony silence. Exhaustion overcame him and he felt his eyes fluttered, his eyelids drooping, and he was so, so tired. He had to make up for his lost blood and energy by resting for the night, and the gentle purr of Yukwon's car and his soft humming voice was oddly lulling him to sleep, and Daehyun let out a soft sigh.

When the other spoke up, he stifled a groan as he was dragged back into consciousness, shifting from his relaxed position on the car door and sitting back straight. That was a wrong move, he scolded himself. If Yukwon was a killer, he would have been dead. Easy target. He shouldn't let others see him so vulnerable. Wrong move.

Daehyun was forced to look from the window to his side to the front view mirror, glancing at Yukwon about the same time as the other looked at him, and he quickly averted his gaze back on the road. He tried and pretended that Kim Yukwon didn't exist, and he was, in fact, alone in this car, but the blond just won't let him to his own devices. Daehyun doubted that it could get anymore uncomfortable that this, but he was comforted at the notion that he might never see the other boy again.

He had just had enough bullying in his life. He didn't understand the blond's motives in grating in his nerves -- he didn't know what the benefit was. But then, not all questions had answers, as displeasing as that may seem.

"Yeah," he answered silently, eyeing the familiar street which was five blocks away from where he lived. "That apartment," he nodded towards the building in view. The first house he had got with his own money, a few floors above his best friend Sehun's home. Daehyun, for some reason, still cannot call the place a home.

Or perhaps, he just didn't want to acknowledge the real reason why.

They had to stop on a red light one block away, and Daehyun said, "I'll just go down here," risking a glance at the other. He didn't know where the blond lived, and his house might be out of the way -- and Daehyun might as well rid of himself for Yukwon's sake. Perhaps the other male was exhausted as well, and he didn't really want to argue anymore. He suddenly felt the need to be alone and away. 

Crossfire — Daehyun & Yukwon

#t: all #t: crossfire #scrxyukwon #c: yukwon

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Begg Knives - Tiburon

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He came across a man and Daehyun shook his head rapidly in answer, the adrenaline in his veins making him quite jittery. The young girl was crying in his arms, and it did nothing to calm him, except for his thought that she was hurt but she was alive, it will be fine -- 

"It's okay, it's okay," he mumbles, more to the girl than to the stuttering male beside him, and Daehyun nodded, asking, "Do you have a car?" as he assessed the girl's injury. There was no blood, but there was something definitely broken in her ankle, it seemed. Daehyun looked back up as the male had started speaking in what he guessed as Satoori, and the other's jumbled words was making him even more panicky than he already was. "Relax," he instructed firmly, as the boy seemed to be more bothered than he was at this very moment. "I'm fine," he added, and he convinced himself that he was. He was. 

He was not afraid for himself, not at all. In fact, he was not scared for himself if he got hurt -- he is not afraid of death.

The ordeal was over and done with, but the sharp cries of pain was grating in his eardrums and he had heard too much of that, where he had came from. "Please take us to the hospital, she needs help," Daehyun gestured to the girl in his arms. "If you don't have a car, just help us get a cab, hurry," he said in a leveled tone, doing his best to calm his frayed nerves. 

There Are Heroes / Daehyun & Hoya

#t: all #t: there are heroes #c: hoya #scrxhoya

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Favor / Daehyun & Sulli

He didn't know her personally, but he had heard of her. The genius that was younger than him, a resident in the labs of Scorpio. An aspiring pharmacist, he thought. And most of all, that she studied in one of the most prestigious universities in Seoul, and Daehyun wanted to try his luck with his first attempt of actually continuing his education. It was somewhat a difficult task for him, as he had always said that he'd rather deal with his weapons and missions than having to socialize, as he was not particularly good at the latter compared to the former. 

What makes you think that she'd help you? He thought with a small sigh as his feet carried him to the drug laboratories. Daehyun himself did not have an answer for this, and he would just try to compensate with whatever she'd ask -- and he was fairly sure that it wasn't money.

Daehyun lifted his hand to push the door open, his head peaking inside before fulling entering the wide room, mildly staring at the girl before him, who was working alone. Words wouldn't pass his lips again and he swallowed, wondering if this was the time to just ask someone else for help -- someone that he actually knew.

But he needed the best. And here she was -- the best. 

"Uh," he started rather unintelligently, biting his lip from under the mask as he wasn't fully comfortable with the notion of him going around with his scars exposed to the public, especially to other gang members. "Sulli. Right?"

#scrxsulli #[ Feel free to stab me this took too long #[ TEll me if you want me to change anything bb ouo #t: all #t: favor #c: sulli

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He eyed her warily as she approached him, seemingly unbothered that she was already stepping over the man's blood. The woman did not appear to be terrified of the corpse, and Daehyun raised his blade, his face indifferent, tilting his head to the side as he appraised the woman. He blinked when she had indirectly scolded him about how he talked to women, and he suddenly want to laugh and correct her -- not to women, just to you. 

"Don't tell me what to do," he snapped, his patience wearing thin at the woman. She had bothered him in the first place, even going to an extent of throwing her high heel at him, and he shook his head and mild disbelief. The woman was childish, that was a given, but it was also a nuisance to him as he was on a mission, and he needed to get out, now, now.

What if she had tattled to the authorities? What should he do --

He blinked and Daehyun gave her a noncommittal hum, an idea forming in his head, a twist of morbid humor gracing his lips. 

"Sure," he replied, sheathing his knife and made a show of crouching, spotting used ropes beside the nearby dumpster. Perfect. Daehyun reached to get his kerchief from his pocket, still wearing the smile, making his attitude from earlier turn around as to confuse her. He walked the short distance to take the ropes, a small smirk on his lips as he swiftly takes her wrists, expertly maneuvering them around her back and tying the rope around them. With a slight sadistic laugh, he quickly gets the kerchief and gags her, biting his lip.

Ah, silence.

"Sorry, lady. Just doing business," he told her casually, as if he wasn't about to tie her up with a dead man on the alley floor. Daehyun tugged on the ropes and seeing as they were secured, he started to pull the woman to the corpse and and said mockingly, "Just taking responsibility. Like you said." 

This is what you get.

Like Wildfire / Daehyun & Sooyeon

#[ Sorry Jess #t: all #t: like wildfire #c: sooyeon #arcxsooyeon

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Daehyun wanted to laugh at the other's statement but found that his jaw hurts too much to do so, and so he shakes his head slowly, leaning into the older boy as he helped him walk, "No. Not a smart move," he advised, as they were obviously outnumbered by the upperclassmen. "And they're your friends," Daehyun pointed out, still not understanding why he'd choose him over them.

"Nearby," he answered simply, murmuring the directions and he was sure it was familiar to Himchan, as Daehyun's district didn't exactly have good reputation, especially in the news. He followed the older boy out of the school, not caring if he would have to skip the classes after he did, not having much drive in finishing school with this environment, anyway.

He had almost forgotten that Himchan had gotten hit too, and he quickly asked, "Are you okay?" 

Save Me / Daehyun & Himchan

"Or we can, I hit three people and was totally unconscious of what I did," chuckled as he passed his arms around the waist of the other, helping to walk. "Do you live near or far?" Started to walk through the halls, to the gate of the school. Himchan knew that would probably be the person who lived closer to the college, his house was down the street and this was something he almost hated until that moment.

His lips twitched slightly when he noticed increasing pain in his stomach, but he needed to deny that pain right now. Needed to help the other boy to get home, and then he could feel the pain he felt needed. But unfortunately he could not stand, had to leave the guy at his homeand then ask the driver to his father leave the boy at home or take him to the doctor, depending upon their will. He walked slow, but steady to avoid leaving his pain show, until he get home. Once arrived, he left his friend sit on the couch and allowed to fall to the ground, probably too weak to keep up.

#t: all #t: save me #antxkimhimchan

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Why was he in this in the first place?

He couldn't remember.

The figures were looming around him in an all-too-familiar way, and Daehyun thought, this wasn't his day. Thieves from another gang, he supposed, but he knew that it won't be wise to unsheathe his weapons in a public place, in broad daylight. Sweat trickled from his temple, his heart pounding a mile a minute as adrenaline flooded his veins, his mind thinking up a quick plan of action.

He was running away from them -- and he thought, it was what he was good at, running -- and the inevitable had happened; he was trapped in a small alleyway where people often went as it was beside a popular fast food chain. Definitely no knives nor guns; the sun was too bright to conceal them, the goons too many and too close to him to fight them off without getting himself injured, and he can't, can't, can't escape.

Unfortunate.

The first male had swung, and Daehyun dodged without retaliating afterward. He just needed for them to move slightly just for him to make his quick exit, but he was required to move, move. He was lithe, not as built as the others and he was agile, but they were crowding him, and eventually, he knew he would be beaten into a pulp if he didn't give over his belongings.

As if he would.

He was stubborn, after all.

The loud banging of a plank of wood against the concrete wall nearby had made him whip his head toward the source of sound -- but it was the worst decision he had made all day. A punch landed on his stomach, the air leaving his lungs for a moment as he tumbled into the same wall, his back aching from the force and he ducked just in time to avoid another punch to the jaw. 

Unlucky, so unlucky, he mused as he forced himself to recover, shoving his way out of the group to no avail, as he didn't have much choice with him outnumbered, and too prideful to have to ask for the onlooker's help. 

Daehyun // Jongup - Lets bail out!

Fighting was not that unusual around that area. Because of the continuous rise of the gangs around the city, small gang wars are inevitable. It pains the business’ profit like a huge needle striking the money bag of the business. It’s not healthy to have such acts around the place, it scares tons of customers, making them unable to come and enjoy the services.

This is what Jongup has in mind right now. The often fights these gangs are making were already such a pain in the arse. His manager was stressed because of this. Profit was declining. Customers were dwindling down and also their loyal patrons.

It was a sunny day. The sun was so high the shadows hid on their owner’s feet. Some uses their handbags to cover the searing heat from hitting them while most of them used their umbrellas despite the lack of rain outside.

He sighed as the air conditioner tried its best to make the area cooler. Wheezing and Grrring, the machine went as the people around the place minded their own business.

Jongup went to an empty table, a bag tray on his hand and started cleaning the said table, taking bits and pieces on it to the tray before hauling it away.

He heard a crash outside but paid no heed and continued walking towards

He was about to put the trash inside the bin when the manager tapped his shoulder. He turned and saw the panicked look on her face. Jongup was puzzled but as his manager explained the whole situation, puzzlement became different. He shook his head before stomping away, his manager trailing behind him.

They talked for quite moment, Jongup refusing what she was saying and his manager becoming a persistent bug over him. But in the end Jongup gave up when the manager used his position and ordered Jongup to do such thing.

He sighed before taking his apron off and his cap on the table inside the worker’s lounge before marching outside the vicinity.

Asking an employee to check if he could do something about the noise outside was completely not written on his contract. With a frown, he stomped his way outside and tried to trace the origin of the sound.

When he turned to the small alley a few steps beside the fast food restaurant, he saw a guy at the end of it with 5 guys surrounding him. His brows furrowed at the sight, such unfairness was before his eyes. His body moved on its own and ran towards them right after snatching a piece of wood lying on the ground. He used the wood and let the end of it touch the concrete walls to make a noise as he rushed to the scene. “Hey! Knock the noise off!” 

#ctzxjongup #t: all #t: let's bail out #c: jongup

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He wanted to laugh, but it wasn't one of happiness. He didn't find her ridiculous; perhaps that was just his defense mechanism, as Daehyun desperately wanted to believe her words. What was happiness, anyway? It was a blurry concept to him, in all actuality, and that was one thing he couldn't find yet -- happiness. I sure hope so, he thought, but Daehyun opted to nod instead, not wanting the words to come out all wrong and not wanting her to thing that he was being condescending. 

"Ah," he replied, his lip curling onto one side gently at her playful tone, "Who's the lucky person?" Daehyun asked, waiting for her to answer, and when she did, he listened. It was what he did best, really. Besides running. He shook his head after she spoke, disagreeing, "I don't think anyone should be left behind," he told her, defending whoever the girl was talking about. It wasn't a matter of suffering, it was of sacrifice for those you loved, he knew. Daehyun was aware of this, and sees this in his mother, every single day. 

He didn't pause in tending to his busted lip and then afterwards, the cut on his brow, swallowing thickly at the indirect question, the other asking him what a nightmare his life really was. "Yeah," he said quietly, putting down the cotton ball and reaching for another, pouring more anti-septic into its surface before pressing it again to his brow to clean the wound. "Some things, you can't really change," he sighed softly, licking his chapped lips and avoided her eyes as he had cleaned up the first aid kit and his mess, "But that's okay. I guess."

"Thank you," he nodded, passing her back the kit and neatly disposing of the used cotton balls on a nearby trash bin. "Sorry for the bother..." 

Run // Daehyun & Reina

“…yes, probably,” she wonders if her pessimism is indirectly exerting too much of a presence on the boy –even if his negative thoughts coincide with her own-. It was all too common it seems, even if their attitude didn’t seem to reflect the majority in her high school, more than one child that had been forcefully made to grow up way earlier than they should have was more than enough to say there were too many people like them. But she shouldn’t let that deter her, and she shouldn’t let what she says deter him too. Even if it would make what she says earlier rather mundane and meaningless, Reina offers a small smile and gives the few specks of naïve optimism she has. “But even if reality is so cruel and harsh like this, there’s a reason there are happy people out there right? Maybe we’ll be like them one day.”

There’s a pause on her end as she tries to figure out how to word out her statement as eloquently as possible without making it sound like she was whining and bemoaning her fate to the other. Her home wasn’t alright in any sense technically and she’s deluding herself but she doesn’t want him to know. Not because she didn’t trust him, all that she currently couldn’t care less for He seems just as troubled from a reason she doesn’t know yet.

“There’s just this one person in my life,” she begins lightly with a grin, her tone almost playful to ease the mood between them. She settles herself down comfortably on the ground, knees up as she hugs them. “She sacrificed her entire future for me to make sure I would be happy…so I couldn’t wander after she did so much for me. I still think she should have left me though; she’d be in a much better position if she did. I would be all alone…but I didn’t have much to start with anyways.” The chuckle she gives afterwards is so jutting in comparison to her statement, an awkward way of dispelling whatever he was thinking. No matter what, she can’t regret things now.

She lets him do as he wishes; her efforts to help him any further might only burden him. Instead she focuses on his words, catching something in his voice. Her tone’s kept careful as she inquires to him softly, “if not for memories…then are they reality?”

#t: all #t: memories: #t: run #c: reina #arcxreina #[ Hobbies: being sad together ]

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He was waiting for her to burst. She was fuming, that was much obvious, and Daehyun waited for the inevitable muttering of obscenities and cursing him to the pits of the underworld, but then, he was surprised that no words came and the strange woman walked slowly towards him, and Daehyun's grip tightened at the knife, his other hand feeling for the handgun strapped behind his back defensively. 

He wasn't scared. He wasn't scared of anything.

Daehyun tilted his head in curiosity -- the stranger just kept getting stranger. He blinked as the woman started pointing her finger at him and wagging her hand as if to prove a point, and he thought he hadn't seen this odd of a reaction to anything in, quite literally, ever. Oh. That's why, he mused, understanding finally; another assassin, perhaps? From Arcanum, he suspected. If this woman was a threat, she would have attacked right then -- but he suspected that there was a higher chance of him getting his ear talked off rather than his throat getting slit for the night. 

He didn't feel like he should defend his actions, but as her ramble went on, he leaned back slightly, pretty much appalled -- You fucked me, she had said -- well, not really. She was beautiful and all, but she seemed a little out of it. Not his type, surely.

Besides, he had a boyfriend.

Please, lady, he pleaded internally, rolling his eyes. "It's not my problem that you're too fucking slow," he emphasized, stepping away from the corpse and drew himself nearer to her, the look in his eyes challenging, but when she had reached down to grab her alarmingly high heel, Daehyun immediately ducked, dodging the deadly weapon and shouted, "Yah, lady! Stop it!" He huffed, impatience getting to him. This was stupid. 

This is so irrational, Daehyun thought. He wasn't usually disrespectful to women, but this was getting out of line. "Crazy bitch," he couldn't help but mumble, shaking his head as he debated if he should just walk away or he should start running as she might attract attention, and really, he should start making his way out of the alleyway. Daehyun put up his knife, pointing it at her as he deliberately made his way out of the trouble and noise she was causing, ready to run away, but something told him that it wasn't over.

Maybe he should gag her.

And tie her with the corpse.

Maybe.

Like Wildfire / Daehyun & Sooyeon

#t: all #t: like wildfire #arcxsooyeon #c: sooyeon

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Daehyun liked the fact that Han never pushes him to share more than he wanted to. He would talk if he wanted to, and the older would listen. It had gotten to that level of comfort for him, for the both of them, and he remembered how assured he was of the other's listening ear whenever he needed it. Perhaps the moment right then was not as pleasant as the others, at it requires him to say one of the things that he'd kept wrapped up for so long. What really had happened? Telling the other what he had witnessed in the past few years required him remembering the events that he'd swore to forget.

He stiffened as he heard Han stand up from his chair and the footsteps sounded quickly, approaching him and then his palms were already cupping his face. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, not wanting to see the older boy's horror -- surely, surely it was that, if not pity. He didn't need anyone's pity, that, he was sure of. As the older spoke, Daehyun swallowed, nervousness eating away at his stomach, and found that he couldn't answer it straight out. "Just... just..." He trailed off, opening his eyes and averting his gaze from Han's face, "Him. Just him." He knew, Han was sure - their conversations about the man were practically non-existing, and what with the way that he ran like the devil was on his heels from his home into Han and Chun's years back was enough of an explanation.

Things were not, and have never been, all right at the Jung household.

His eyes stung, and the feeling was quite odd, considering. Daehyun felt he hadn't cried in years. "It's okay..." he murmured, putting his palms over the older boy's, nodding slowly. "I'm fine..." He was a liar, through and through. 

Daehyun didn't know if the dark things would come out of his personal Pandora's box tonight, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that. But this was his brother, one of the only people that he trusted the most -- but the way things were in his life right now, his true occupation, his whereabouts for the past three years, were perhaps better left unsaid. 

"Don't worry... they don't hurt anymore."

The Truth / Daehyun & Han

#t: all #t: the truth #c: han #ctzxluhan

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Daehyun scoffed, twisting his body to the right as to avoid contact with the other male, his eyes trained outside the window, thankful that he'd already started the engine. The faster he can just go and hide in his house forever. Which Yukwon will now know the directions, too. Damn it. He blinked at Yukwon's question, his tone almost wondering, and he wanted to hit him again, quietly sputtering. Kinky? Fucking hell, he thought. "You would know," he mumbled unintentionally, and he wanted to smack himself upside the head for adding fuel to the flame. He was certain that that comment of his, Yukwon would not be able to resist sharing his thoughts on. Daehyun didn't want a graphic image of Yukwon having sex.

Fuck, he was imagining it now. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Ugh," he huffed, his breath fogging up the glass lightly before he saw it fade as they drove out of the parking lot and headed out the street. It was too quiet inside the vehicle with no music, and normally Daehyun got irritated of music people played these days, but he wasn't sure if he should be grateful or not that Yukwon had more chance to talk, given the silence. "It seems like you're eager to try the idea," he muttered under his breath, puffing his cheeks lightly, blowing out air from his lips. 

He hurriedly told the other the directions to his house, and he hoped in vain that Yukwon forgets them. He learned somewhere that people who drove cars were usually good at remembering directions. Daehyun shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable and failing, given the circumstances. He was getting used to the ache in his arm, but then he shouldn't probably move so much. He was getting fidgety, though -- the atmosphere inside the car was just getting to thick and awkward. This was why he didn't do friends. He didn't have friends. Much. Not that Yukwon was his friend. Or will be.

Stop it.

Crossfire — Daehyun & Yukwon

#scrxyukwon #t: all #t: crossfire #c: yukwon

[scrxdaehyun]

-a small card is tied to the stem of the flower, the name and logo of the florist on one side while a handwritten message is on the other- "Happy Valentine's Day!" -a red heart is drawn under the phrase-

[ ` he didn't know where and from whom the rose is, but he picks it up anyway, reading the card and delicately thumbs the petals absently, the corner of his lip lifting slightly ]

#Thank you from Dae~ ouo #gifts #submission

[scrxdaehyun]

[ Will reply to plotting messages after getting sleep hehehe ; w ; ]

#Can't think straight atm #Spews out replies anyway #tbd