you can't kill us

byunghun

( / the clockstopper, glancing to frozen machine of eight-colon-zero-zero....zero-one, the circuits resurrect and he pushes damp fringe out of his face afore hiding away the collected treasures of pointed edges ... ) " still asleep? " ( / although honestly he can't tell, peers at bed opposite to his and approaches with soft sylph steps, slowly coming to a vague realization that normal people have the gift of being entitled to rest, and he pauses to stare, stare at the angelic face ... living thing that may be eroding these bones ) " . . . " ( / can't manage to call him lazy so instead the blanket is lifted, gentle tug of material to not jostle him and shoes abandoned, uniform recently ironed, he crawls underneath the warmth and with the space of twin beds much too small for two people, settles against the boy - why? ah, well, because he can, of course )

☆ JR

(. the threads of sleep are slowly coming undone and he's just a little more aware of his bed, the pillows, the sheets that wrap around his waist. his eyes don't open and he's still bleary, still trying to fall back into the peaceful slumber and the warmth that surrounds him --. but there's some disturbance, the blankets and the sheets tug at his arms and his voice is a sigh as he reaches, reaches --. a dip in the mattress. his back is against a solid form, too warm and it's confusion that makes his eyes blink open. ) ... ? wh -- .. (. byunghun. it's byunghun's chest his nose is buried in, and he should be used to these /really strange/ shows of affection [ ???? !! ] now that they've already kissed [ and that he's been kidnapped ] but he sits up straight away, face red, eyes wide. ) hey -- !! uh -- .. hey .... (. he trails off, staring, heart beating way too fast. ) don't you have your own bed or something um, why are you using mine didn't you already kidnap me yesterday isn't that enough for you --

byunghun

( / peace is a fairy-tale, romantic reverie occasionally clouding his vision when the silence comes to him, packaged in mute white and closed eyelids. decelerated breathing, sleep is an impersonator of death, but he doesn't seek to drift off to sea now, not on this wish to obliterate white noise wavelengths and find jonghyun's heartbeat...would it be the same as his? alas, quickly enough the moment is smothered by morpheus' departure, a shift in weight and he future sinks into the mattress, staring up to the boy with cherry cheeks and doe eyes and how he wishes he could resume the nocturne of silentium with a ballet of lips-to-lips ... nevertheless ) " enough? what an impression to have... " ( / muttered truths, not sure if he could love him enough in a hundred lifetimes, let alone one ) " i'd rather not, the unfavorable sun would get in my eyes. " ( / half life, half truth, his head tilts and although awkward on the cramped space his body waves on the axis, beginning to turn on his back ) " and it's lonely.

☆ JR

(. a half confused, half dazed smile tilts sideways on his lips and -- jr's sure that he's half asleep, he rubs his eyes; how long has byunghun been in bed with him?? surely not all night, he would remember, he would have known --. then again, when jr sleeps, he /sleeps/ so maybe .. his cheeks flush bright with rose petals and he bites the inside of his cheek, a quick sigh. ) yeah, i mean --. ??? (. so the sun is the problem. okay. ) well, i mean, if i'm going to stay here for the rest of forever i guess i could sleep on that bed instead since the sun bothers you, i -- .. ... (. he stops. he blinks. he leans over byunghun's body to look him in the eye, too wide smile and a blink of eye showing sleepy amusement. ) lonely?

byunghun

( / oh no - the corners of his mouth quirk downwards in haste at the rambling proposition, seconds away from pouncing, to shackle and imprison the boy beside him, can't let him runaway even to the other side of the room. fingers flex, overwrought appendages, but like the digital clocks time stops, a pause devoid of offensive chatter and he too is placid for the moment, chest rising and falling and roaring panic quieting ) " very much so. " ( / confession to the rotting cavities in his skull, alone with the vengeful thoughts worst of all - only to be amplified when not close enough, and he exhales, delayed, at that ridiculous smile that could keep him here forever ) " because of that, i do not rest easily. " ( / reaches upwards, wraps his arms around jonghyun's pretty neck and laces fingers together - rusted motion, so very slow and deliberate and gingerly he tugs, just wants him beside him again ) " so don't leave, okay? "

☆ JR

(. he still finds himself overlooking byunghun, staring into his eyes and he can't stop the lilt of the smile; it's like it's painted there --. byunghun is strange but even stranger still, he's completely honest and that.. that is something that jr finds so very interesting. ) i can let you sleep with potato friend, he's good company !! jeongguk likes to dress him up in strange clothes sometimes but that's okay, it looks cute on him; and oh, my brother -- he bought me a mint plant to grow up with potato friend !! they're going to be friends, hey --. are we friends, because that would be like, over nine thousand -- (. he cuts himself off with a laugh. ) besides, i don't think you'd like my morning breath. we'll all keep you company -- .. (. arms around his neck and here's that strange sense of affection again -- a tug down and jr is laying beside byunghun; stiff, unsure. what does he want, really? jr sure as hell doesn't know. ) i -- .. i can do that.

byunghun

( / ah, the chatter of vegetables and human vegetables, their spores breeding within the notches of jonghyun's cerebral maze, creating facetious apertures from the attenuated technicolor and orchestra of harmonized mediocrity. doesn't understand the fondness of wasting away, yet merely raises his eyebrows to that word he does not understand ) " friends? " ( / it's an unfamiliar weight upon his tongue...undefined, reserved for those attached to the world, and no more words are excavated from vocal cords for some time, lying beside him with pupils wandering...cannot declare a raison d'etre, not when he had thought... ) " Originally, the limbs sewn onto humans came in fours - four legs, four arms - and with a single head the universe had carved them Gemini faces. " ( / the archaic myth forever stalking him, and he extends his hand towards the ceiling, palm up and fingers spread, light dancing between svelte bones ) " everyone a severed conjoined twin, i had thought, particularly in the formative years, that i was one of the universe's singular constants among the variables. long ago, during a summer i had begun a collection of polycepalic creatures, as you might imagine, that had shared the placenta. when discovered by humans they were defined as mutants, treated as if they were forlorn for their short life spans, but i was very envious of them...was meticulous in preserving their corpses within jam jars. " ( / without melancholy his words seem like a fable - knitting a story, something of curio because his heart could not falter. the fingers curl in the sunlight and the pupils in his eyes swerve to the side, to see jonghyun, to put away the urge to crush this 'potato friend' ) " well, in the end father smashed the glass and turned the bodies into marmalade. funny, yes? " ( / - it isn't, it is, he chuckles once or twice, lets the arm fall onto the bed as he sits up, sudden and quick so the blood rushes to his head ) " ...Thank you. " ( / must be a confirmation, the nod of the universe, finally he could pluck a rose - and muse, softly underneath his breath, a specter smile on his lips ) " Yes, we are friends. "

☆ JR

(. he's never laid this close to another person before --. well, that's a lie, jeongguk has probably laid on top of him when they were play wrestling and eric more than likely shared the same bed with him when they were smaller and jr had his nightmare phase but -- he's never shared a [ tiny ] bed with someone who has kissed him. pink cheeks and head resting on the same pillow as byunghun's precious, pretty head, jr just watches, stares --. probably creepy, definitely creepy but then again, byunghun is probably no different with his kidnapping rituals and kissing people randomly in the middle of the hall. but when the other man repeats himself [ like it's in disbelief ] jr can't help but smile with eyes twinkling, too excited -- ) yeah !! friends, you know; do i have to sing the fun song now because i don't think that's really appropriate -- (. but he cuts himself off when byunghun begins speaking, words that jr never uses make it a little hard to follow but he still sees images peppered in his mind like byunghun is telling a story [ even though, let's be real, he probably doesn't even understand what polycepalic creatures means ]. but it's still something pretty, pretty words for a pretty person even if the ending is very sad -- and when byunghun asks if the story is funny, jr /frowns/. he lifts his head and digs his chin into the other man's shoulder before slumping back to fake down pillow with a huff. ) doesn't sound funny to me. more like sad. you just wanted to be with people, didn't you? (. his eyes travel to byunghun's tiny [strong ] back as he sits up, he can't help his fingers from twisting, reaching out and grabbing hold of his arm. ) what's wrong?

byunghun

( / finally - recommenced reciprocation, touches akin to radio signals, the communication of oxygen and hydrogen, atoms and thermodynamic language. to suddenly feel less alone was a sin, but indulge regardless, the flint and steel striking one another on rhythmic inflections within his organs where a fire would grow and consume them. he hums, genuine consideration for the past and the buried mentality - but fruitless, he had forgotten exactly who he had been in order for reinvention ) " no, not... " ( / mid-sentence break, train of thoughts colliding and crushing one another and he looks back, arteries coiling and heart lurching - not sure if he wants to introduce him to truth or shelter him from the acid rain anymore ) " ...I suppose I'm troubled. I recently learned that not all that die here come back. if there is a pattern to this, I do not know but - " ( / syllables giving into the frightened lucidity, and yet they halt, shrivel and die as he cover's jonghyun's hand with his own, traces the bone with the diaphanous, calloused finger pads, counts to twelve in his head - the internal clock ringing loud, so loud ) " i don't want you to die again. " ( / if he had to, he'll put him in an over-sized jar to keep him safe, he'll cut off hands if they dare try to rupture him ) " i won't let you. "

☆ JR

(. he listens. that's because that's all that he can do, he doesn't know byunghun well nor does he claim to --. they were just two people who met by chance, and now things are colliding like a train wreck. he looks hesitant, so jr smiles -- bright, toothy; grips his arm a little more firm because he's /there/. that's what byunghun wanted, right? why else would he go to these kind of lengths to remain ' close ', jr still doesn't really know what that means -- how close? so many questions, but byunghun is lost on his own path and it's better to provide answers than to make things more confusing. maybe. ... then again, he probably just confused himself more. ) ... (. oh. he's worried. well -- ) why are you worried about me? i'm too dumb to die a second time; they chewed me up and spat me out and still don't want me. (. he laughs then, pats an arm only to have byunghun's hand cover his instead and so, he sighs. ) you know, you probably think too much --. you gotta take things as they come, no worries, right i mean, hakuna matata --. please tell me you've seen the lion king. (. he makes a face as he laughs, tugs on byunghun's arm lightly in an effort to get him to /relax/. lay down, take a load off. ) come on, do you really think i want to die a second time? (. he looks, he waits. ) i can take care of myself too, you know. besides i made a promise -- guess i'd like to stick to it. (. he pauses, waits. this bed is too small and his cheeks are too red when he muffles his voice in the pillow. ) i'll be fine, i promise.

byunghun

( / oh that word...if only there was an effective treatment against it that did not include intravenous therapy with peroxide. dumb, perhaps invested in insignificant endeavors, but lacking intelligence? the corners of his mouth twitch, subtle frown on vacant visage - shoulders slumping, bewildered by the maunder, illustrating a concept of present moment...what a naïve perspective...) " what is this 'lion king'? i assure you, i have never seen him. " ( / strange facial language, no, he can't translate it but he attempts to speak with rapid blinks in succession, his head enveloped by cotton candy when tugged, invited to lie back down, by the boy whose cheeks again are tinted in the pigmentation of romantic flowers...the sugar grows, stretches down his throat to his chest and presses against his rips - a pleasant infestation - he nods ) " how brave... " ( / it is, and he gives into the allure, drift down to earth, push the hair out of jonghyun's sanguine face, feed off idyllic existence - a kiss of different persuasion. porcelain lips pressed against his forehead, can feel the joining melting hoarfrost that had perennially glossed his soul ) " of course, if you die it will be two promises broken. " ( / wants to stay close, hovering above him, wishes to place his palm to his chest so he can properly measure the pulse of a twin flame...but doesn't go further than wishes, craving to see and do the work of god and the devil ) " ...also, you're not dumb, jonghyun. " ( / yet he bites his cheek, resists and is eaten by the mattress, to lie on his side and thread fingers through the boy's hair...become memorized by hues, the swimming pisces in irises, and breathe - breathe slowly )

☆ JR

(. an eyebrow raised -- he isn't sure what led to the the bewilderment written all over byunghun's face, the frown. but it's cleared from his mind when he learns that the other male doesn't know the /lion king/ --. wat. who doesn't know the lion king, or .. at least, who hasn't heard of the lion king, jr is completely thrown off balance. ) ... it's a movie ... that you and i are going to watch on the laptop later. don't throw a lamp through this one okay, i need it for reasons. also, you owe me a desktop. (. he laughs; if he's quite honest he doesn't hope to see a penny of what byunghun owes him or a new computer sitting in the corner so he was half joking when he said it --. a sigh escapes him when finally, finally byunghun lays down only to make his heart beat rampant in his chest. he kissed him again, burning lips on the skin of his forehead feel like they scorch but it's okay, it's totally okay. it puts a smile on his face anyway. ) hey --. i said i wouldn't die okay, and i think i can count -- do you trust me? (. he laughs -- well, if he were byunghun, the answer would be no. after all, within seconds of their meeting jr kind of set his hair on fire --. his eyes flicker over byunghun's face, his own a mess of strange emotion and tight smiles because he doesn't know what's going on and he doesn't think he'll get an answer either, but it's okay because byunghun is beautiful and he looks relaxed so that's good right??? ) i -- yeah, i am. but it's okay, because sometimes it's the dumbest creatures that always survive. (. a blink -- and hands are playing in his hair, fingers tightening around the strands and jr scoots closer [ as if they're not close already ]. a stare with a dazed half smile on his face before he leans in and presses a kiss to byunghun's cheek, slumps back to the pillow and closes his eyes. he shouldn't think about this anymore, shouldn't think about trying to figure out byunghun anymore. it'll only give him more of a headache. ) i'm still sleepy ..

byunghun

( / exactly what life is this - will he don the harlequin's mask and attend a masquerade of normalcy? movies were reserved for sora, delicate cousin deserving of such candied delights, to blindfold her to the bloodshed...yes, viewing this 'lion king' film, though surreal and venous, is enticing...albeit, only because of who makes the proposition of chrono-vampirism ) " ...a new desktop, okay, i'll buy one for you. " ( / sleep deprived murmur, commitment blossomed from the festering wound unidentified, tar in his torso, in his skull...ah, what is this ill feeling? he listens to jonghyun's insistence of stupidity, but he knows that isn't true, cords in his head tugged taunt at the deprecation - or is it, with that optimistic tone? twitch in his brow, and he doesn't understand, is still fixated on examining diamond corneas and contemplating the matter of trust, the burn on his tongue and rock salt sliding down his throat. no, that is the answer, and he doesn't vocalize it because for once he has a qualm against lying, will not manipulate his hypothesis to put himself in favor, not today, not when he exists as rotting meat, a home to maggots and meal for buzzards. could, won't, uncertain whether or not he is capable of what people call trust, throwing it around - one might believe it equates to nothing - mind in disarray and how heinous it is of him to have lived the past twenty one years and not accumulate the knowledge for confidence in his cognition. but when jonghyun kisses him, conscious action to be drawn closer and to place affection on his cheek, it dismantles his agony in nuclear explosion, the mark warm - heartbeat throbbing, radiation poisoning ) " ...you're cute, you're lovely. " ( / scandalous whispers from his drying lips, could cut himself open for this vulnerability, yet cannot stop the stumbling. the green romanticists plant roots in his thighs, his eyes. with index and right finger in pairs they trail down, weave through hair and across jaw bone, and then the touch is no more, leaving a cranny, a niche of void as his hand rests on the blankets, watching jonghyun lie there, eye closed and unguarded, susceptible to harm and asking for dreams...he could break him right now, but he won't ) " then fall asleep, i'll make sure the monsters don't crawl from underneath the bed to bite off your toes. " ( / may he decapitate anyone that attempts to interrupt, and if they don't, then perhaps he'll be able to fall asleep too )

✩ JR

(. there's no way that jr is going to let byunghun slip his way out of this one -- the lion king is a staple disney movie; you haven't lived until you've experienced it at least once !!! and looking at the way byunghun's face contorts and twists as if he's not sure -- nope. ) you're not wiggling your way out of this, pretty boy. we're watching it later; think of it as payment for kidnapping me or .. idk something. (. oops he just spoke in chat speak oh well. a little chuckle escapes him; the computer is really the least of his worries so long as he has his laptop, but -- ) make sure it's a nice one, then !! all the features ok, webcam included. (. he doesn't really pay much attention to the fact that byunghun doesn't answer his question -- or maybe he does and doesn't want to press it; he just smiles, smiles, smiles. it doesn't bother him in the least, to be honest, if he were byunghun, he probably wouldn't trust himself either. why then, does he want him so close? ) i -- .. wait what. (. the compliments rolling from byunghun's tongue make jr blink in his confusion, he doesn't understand. cute? lovely? no, he's used to insults from jeongguk and laughter from his peers; never cute, never lovely. ) you're so weird how am i even cute i am a /man/. (. the words are whispered sleepily, anything but manly as he yawns, pulls the sheet up to his chin [ and makes sure that byunghun is well -covered, too ]. his eyes drift and his lips are soft -smiling, too amused but too sleepy to laugh. ) what if i didn't ask for that? i just -- .. (. he yawns again, he's drifting, he's dreaming. ) want you to sleep too.

byunghun