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Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Sungyeol is there in the corridor, slumped over against the door frame, looking quite pale. As if that’s not bad enough, Myungsoo then notices the bruises and scratches that litter the man’s skin. Not again.

Nothing good ever came out of people knocking on your door at four a.m. in the morning anyway.

Snow: Our characters in the cold together.

Myungoo doesn’t ever complain about much, but this is something else entirely. They’re waiting in the cold, and have been waiting in the cold, for a bus that doesn’t seem to be coming. He tucks his hands under his armpits, desperate to seek for any sort of warmth in this godforsaken weather.

Dream: My character will have a dream about your character

It starts out like any other normal day. Myungsoo is clocking in for his part-time job at the electronics store, like any other Tuesday morning, and takes his seat behind the counter, awaiting customers to grace this little store with their presence. 

5. Eyelid Kiss

It was quiet all around, save for the soft breathing of the sleeping lady beside Cipher. After much vehement protesting and persistence, he had finally urged her to actually get some sleep while he took his turn keeping watch. People in their profession would most probably be accustomed to losing a great number of hours of sleep, but it didn’t mean that they didn’t need to catch any shut-eye at all.

8. Your muse punches mine in the face, but hits harder than they expect, and now my muse is unconscious.

“You fucking suck.”

The chances of Junho actually giving him a proper apology were zero to none, so Sungyeol was going to swear at him as much as he wanted to. What was the big deal anyway? He didn’t deserve any of this shit. It was pretty obvious he would wash it when he returned it. Despite Junho’s various beliefs, it was normal for people to practice hygiene, personal or not.

So Sungyeol wanted to know why he wasl the one who had to be sitting on the floor, holding a pack of ice to his cheek because he just got socked in the face by an overly sensitive, out of control man child. He never knew Junho could be that strong either. Sungyeol was loathe to admit it, but he was quite sure he blacked out for a good few seconds, (Junho told him he was out for two hours but fuck him) since he suddenly found himself lying on the floor with no idea how he got there.

6. Fingers Kiss

“I told you it was hot, didn’t I?” Cipher scolded lightly as he marched over. All he said earlier was to grab the pot off the stove, thinking it was common sense for Baekhyun to take it with anything that wasn’t his bare hands at least. His lips pursed ever so slightly as he quickly grabbed a couple of ice cubes and wrapped them up in a cloth.

12. Ghost Kiss

Cipher fidgeted around. He was stuck in a room with yet another person he didn’t want to be stuck in a room with, though he really wanted to avoid this person in particular. ‘Key’, as he went by, and rooms didn’t bode well for Cipher. Certain images were currently flashing through his head and none of them were pleasant in the slightest.

He found himself curling into a protective little ball in his seat in the corner of the coffee shop. There were other people around as well but it didn’t make him feel any less paranoid.

Cipher was chanting over and over in his head. If he said it enough times maybe it would actually come true. I am invisible. You cannot see me. I’m not in this room!

1. My muse finds your muse bleeding out from a stab wound inflicted by an intruder.

“Kim Byungjoo.”

The door to said boy’s dormitory room swung open without so much as a knock or ‘good day’. Not that the boy deserved one anyway.

The moment Sungyeol stepped into the room, he knew something was wrong. At this time, Byungjoo would usually be sitting at his desk burning his eyes out studying for tests or something like that, but it was eerily quiet. He should have known Sungyeol was coming anyway.

As a last resort, he kicked open the door to the bathroom with a sharp click of his tongue.

He was assaulted by a strong smell of iron. The white tiled bathroom floor was replaced with a pool of crimson. In the middle of it all was Byungjoo, looking smaller than ever. What to feel? It definitely wasn’t the empty bathroom Sungyeol was expecting.

He knelt down beside the wounded student, hyperaware of the blood soaking into the knees of his jeans. Sungyeol patted Byungjoo’s cheek lightly. “Hey. Can you hear me? Blink your eyes or whatever if you can.”

Byungjoo’s eyes were unfocused and glazed over, staring at a point somewhere to Sungyeol’s side. He made what should have been a gurgling sound, but it came out as frothy, bloody bubbles from the deep gash to his jugular. Whoever or whatever did this was certainly brutal. If no one had come to check up on Byungjoo, he would have died a slow and torturous death, literally drowning in his own blood.

“Good.”

A genuine smile tugged at the corners of Sungyeol’s lips. Macabre as it was, it was a while since Sungyeol had ever felt so pleased.

He grabbed Byungjoo’s chin, forcing the younger to meet his gaze. “You’d think with your cute face you would have lasted longer than this. Should have known you were a shitty investment from the start.”

It was hilarious, in a very morbid way. Sungyeol’s words were the last things Byungjoo would hear. The boy didn’t even deserve to die peacefully.