#capoyeol

NONSEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY - SELECT FROM THE FOLLOWING FOR MY MUSE TO RESPOND TO…

♗:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.

✦ — ❛ I wish I hadn’t ... ❜

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[X] Send one if we haven't interacted. "He's dead, let's move on."

It’s unfortunate. It’s unfortunate when you must stand back and watch as the lives of a loved one slip from your grasp one by one. In which there was nothing he could possibly do to save them from the darkness that awaits. No, it wasn’t something that you’d would normally grow accustomed to—losing all of those who have come to serve as the pillars of strength in your life, catching you whenever you were unable to stand on your own two feet. They were there. They were always there when no other was.

            Loyalty.

                                                              Trust.

                                                                                                                         And respect.

Those were the three components that made up the relationship he shared with his most beloved caretaker, Mr.Wu. The older male had been by his side ever since he exited from his mother’s wound, attaining to his every need and raising him when his parents’ lives had been taken. However, Luhan did not see this man as his caretaker, but as his second father. Perhaps it was strange in the eyes of others, yet he does not seem to care. The man was truly remarkable, always seeking to assist the prince during his time of need. He’d often offer him advice whenever his thoughts were in a bunch, chose to speak of nothing but the cold hard truth—especially if he had been the one at fault. Of course, it would add fuel to the anger that burns inside of him, yet it did help him nevertheless, for he’d reflect upon his actions once the man takes his leave. It’s helped him mature and learn from his mistakes tremendously.

                                                                                                             Nothing lasts forever.

He’s forced to stand there and watch as his arch nemesis, Kris, end the life of his caretaker. How did things escalate so quickly? Moments ago, he presumed that he had the upper hand of this battle against the council. Things were going exactly as planned, but the next thing he knew, his enemies already had the upper hand in this everlasting battle. With an arm draped across his stomach and blood trickling down is countenance, he couldn’t do anything but pant into the air, hoping to catch his breath in order to stop the blonde-haired man before he pulls a sin. But how could he? When he’s consistently kept himself engaged in battle, fighting until he had no energy remaining.

Mr.Wu is pinned onto the ground with a firm foot pressed against his chest. Crimson was everywhere—he’s laying in his own pool of blood, completely bruised and battered, holding onto his last breath. “Kris…Kris, don’t touch him!” Luhan shouts, mustering up whatever strength he had left to push himself towards Kris’ direction, his fist landing a fierce punch upon the older male’s cheek, but despite whatever action he has come to pull, it was too late. There was nothing he could do. Mr.Wu’s already on the verge of dying.

            “N-no.”

Hot tears were beginning to brim at the corners of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks once they overflown his bottom lid. How could he have let such a horrendous thing happen to the one who had dedicated his life to the prince and continued to serve him until no end? His thoughts are tossed to the side when he feels something prod his forehead, pushing it back half a fraction of an inch. Mr.Wu was reaching out to him, smiling—he’s finally smiling. He rarely smiles, so this is a sight that catches him off guard.

            “You needn’t dwell upon me any longer, prince. Not when there’s still a battle you need to finish. You cannot let your people down. They’re depending on you to bring the council to justice.”

           ”No! No, no, you can’t die. You absolutely cannot die on me, not when we’ve been through so much together. You can do it, Mr.Wu. I know you can do it. I know you can hold on, just for a little while longer. Please. I’ll bring you to Jaehyun, he’ll heal you and everything will be alright. You’ll be alright. So, please. Please, just please, don’t die!” He no longer cared about the image he had to maintain, desperately clutching on Mr.Wu’s hand with tears streaming down his cheeks. However, when he feels Chanyeol tug onto the back of his shirt, tugging him up onto his feet and dragging him away from the bloody corpse. He knows that it’s time for him to take his leave. They’re coming and they must take refuge elsewhere before it’s too late—before they get themselves killed for keeping themselves out in the open.

            "He’s dead, let’s move on."

"I miss you more."

The week had been very brutal to him and his brother, last week he was busy with the things that his father had accounted him for, the company that both of their father started, for their future, and for the future of the next generations next to them; the news came to him after a normal busy day, once he got home and expected a nice sound of laughter from his husband and son, the first thing that he heard was a quiet sob, Luhan came running to him and he was actually surprised, scared about the sudden news. His nephew died without him being there, like he once promised. Now, he's faced with his brother--a brother who lost almost everything, except for him, of course because he would never leave Chanyeol, not even when he wanted him to.