STONE & FURY

「  @rmjae  」

While assuming his position by the furthest corner in the walk in fridge, Taejoon promptly released all the items in his arms onto the shelves in front of him. There was only perhaps a few days worth of milk cartons that he had scavenged since realizing that his mini-fridge had called it quits after nearly 8 years of doing justice. The milk he had left were mostly the assortment of flavored milks, mainly banana and strawberry.

He had nothing but a carrot to trust in keeping the door open, since he had guessed that the fridge could only be locked from the outside and at 2 in the morning on a Tuesday — he wasn’t going to take his chances on testing the fridge’s abilities to lock from the inside or outside. Taejoon was too busy thinking of how he would explain this to the cooks in the morning, or how he’d even get a new mini-fridge at the beginning of the year.

SLAM!

“ Oh god. ”

He turned around immediately, seeing another male inside the fridge.

And in his hand, much to Taejoon’s demise, was a carrot.  

two strokes past midnight, corridors oddly silent. he opts for the shortest route, hunger working as a catalyst for his short fuse of patience. of all the cautiously guarded facilities, the walk-in freezer is somehow always left untended. ( a discovery entirely by chance in his second year. once and never again. long story short: the cold bothers him and nothing is worth the risk of freezing to death. )

the door opens easily, and the immediate dip in temperature might’ve inarguably killed off a few brain cells almost immediately. a step forth, something’s kicked into the freezer. a click sounds behind him but it doesn’t register yet. the carrot examined from a hand ( out of shape from having wedged between door and frame ), his first instinct is to toss it into the bin next to him.

( oh god. )

realisation progresses in stages. first when he’s alerted to the presence of another within this confined space of freezing hell. fantastic. the next dawns on him ( though belatedly ) that the other’s expression is ( unlike his own ) not intended for his appearance. slowly, the click from earlier rings through ––– the carrot’s there by design.

fucking fantastic.

there’s a beat of silence, of pure, muted shock. speechless, priorities shifting.

“... tell me you walked in here through the walls.”

rmwen:

@rmjae & @rmyejin

( ` 4:30 a.m. and wen still lies awake, restless, covers strewn about. a textbook definition of an insomniac. it’s why he reacts almost immediately to the announcement— frown already settling into his features. the blinding light jiyeon emits through their cabin windows is enough to make him shut his eyes briefly. )

( ` a mistake. a second later, the sizzle of fire burning through wood makes his eyes snap open, and he sees that their door has now been set aflame. ) …yejin! ( ` he reprimands, turning around to see the passed out girl now in dragon form. profanities threaten to spill out his lips, but instead they die in his throat as smoke quickly fills the room. he grabs his, and then yejin’s camping equipment in a hurry, wondering just how on earth they were going to get out. the door was fucked, needless to say, and he looks around a little helplessly before his gaze lands on jaehwan, who managed to rouse himself awake, if not barely. )

 break the window, will you? ( ` as an after thought, he picks up yejin as well, far too tiny to crawl out the window herself. )

( * the timing could not get any worse. in the state of heavy inebriation, devil’s liquor pumping through her veins, yejin is barely capable of complete motor function—much less the ability to navigate through the small island of muuido. this is why she doesn’t drink. vaguely, she remembers thinking that three drinks in, remembers to count her drinks (at least, by the fifth before she promptly forgets) and remembers forgets to hydrate before sleeping. 

fuck.

the blinding light that filters through the window draws a hiss from the stirring dragon, irritation spiking indefinitely with the way she shoots up, blackened nails curling into into cotton sheets. )

“what the fuck.”

( * head pounding in her ears and chest, surprise competitions is notably the last thing yejin wants to deal with, lips drawn into a snarl and eyes squeezed shut. her teeth parts. angry. the door is on fire before anyone can react. and yejin is stumbling out before she realizes her balance is shit, eyes flashing green as she glances around, settling on wen with a sort of apologetic expression on flushed skin.

she is, without a doubt, useless like this.

it didn’t take long for her to shift, scales tearing through pale skin as she shrinks in stature — a yawning miniaturized dragon in her place.

only half awake (and full on drunk) it is a miracle in question that she even catches wen’s words, directing her attention bearily to jae while her claws curl into the third year’s shirt—her tail whips out across jae’s stomach once he nears, gesturing to his own forgotten equipment with the closest a dragon could come to an eye roll before she continues the climb up—opting to wiggle out of wen’s grasp to scale his frame and finally curl around his neck with a indignant huff. )

( ` a vacation? so you thought. ) ( ` in his state of dazed inebriation, the steps are blurred into two counts. one: some kind of soft bliss, brief and fleeting, cheek mushed against a camping bag, half a slipper hanging off one foot, oddly comfortable. two: incessant noise, his face is uncomfortably toasty ( as though he’s stuck his nose into a fireplace ), shuffling figures near his bed, more noise. ) ( ` a third count, a sharp inhale of smoke and something burning. given his track record of creating accidental flames in semi-consciousness ––– this feels normal. ) ( ` eyes closed, two more counts, a bag of metal rods whacks the foot that’s hanging off the edge of the bed. now he’s fucking awake. )

can you pipe down?

( ` a groan, speaking to noone in particular. ) ( ` gaze zeroes in on the door set alight, barely focusing amidst the gathering haze, he makes it off the bed and straight onto the ground first. ) who the fuck… ( ` a shake of head that does nothing but emphasises a headache cracking through skull, he pushes himself off the ground. ) ( ` barely makes it past the haphazards littered across the floor, both feet crossing into each other’s paths before he finds his shoes. ) ( ` a swift whip of tail then, whacking him right in the middle, churning residual alcohol within. for fuck’s sake. )