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Leif was taking in the scenery of the park while sitting on a bench, for once it wasnāt too hot for him to go out, the poor boy couldnāt stand anything too warm for his liking. He had nothing in particular to do and didnāt feel like staying cooped up at home. Watching as the trees danced in the slight wind, the leaves rustle and the flower bushes sway. Out of the blue the male looked down at his hand planted on the bench, a rather large spider creeping closer to him. Far too afraid to make any sudden movements, all Leif could do was send a stern warning to the insect. āCrawl on me you fuckingĀ parasiteĀ and Iām gonna take you out.ā
Leif hated spiders wish a burning passion.
It was no longer a rarity for Baekhyun to go outside from time to time, to take a stroll and admire the summer greenery. Whereas a few weeks ago he would have much preferred to coop himself up inside of his crummy apartment, a boost in his mood from recent events had made him all the more willing to go out and experience the world outside of his home. Today was one of those days, and though he had no schedules obligating him to be out, on a sudden impulse he had chosen to go out for the afternoon.
Worn-out sneakers progressed against the paved walkway with the occasional skid, childhood habits causing him to put extra effort into making sure that his foot did not land on a single crack. For the most part, he remained completely oblivious to a majority of the things surrounding him. That was, until he heard a sudden threat that piqued his curiosity. He came to a stop, and peered over his shoulder to look in the direction of where the proverbial venom had been spat. Squinting, he was quick to notice a fairly large arachnid crawling towards the hand of a stranger who obviously wasn't too pleased by its presence.
One of Baekhyun's biggest weaknesses was that he was too sympathetic toward living things, human and non, and while he despised spiders (quite honestly they gave him the creeps), not once had he ever been able to bring himself to kill one. With this in mind, it was no surprise that his first instinct was to do something to prevent the spider' from being, as the unknown occupant of the bench had said, "taken out."
He jogged over to the bench and crouched down, dropping his bag to the ground and digging through it in search of an object to lift the spider with. When he failed to locate anything, he heaved a deep sigh and closed it up. Rather than thinking to perhaps use one of the several nearby twigs, he extended his hand with great reluctance, visibly tensing when the ugly thing crawled right onto his fingers. He quickly dropped his hand to the ground, hoping that it would get lost in the grass which, to his relief, actually happened. He shuddered as the spider left his hand, jumping up onto his feet with a disgusted (and quite girly) sound as he shook his hand wildly, almost as if the arachnid was still on his hand--and a part of him felt like it still was.Ā
