#ccgyu

@ccgyu

It’s a Saturday night, nearing close to 11pm, and Eunji is sitting in the living room with a book in hand, glasses set on the bridge of her nose. Her son is fast sleep, tucked into bed with a stuffed animal in his arms. 

She’s up because her husband has yet to come home, and she just doesn’t feel right not being there for him when he comes through the door. Her fingers gingerly flick the page in her book as she sighs, eyes glancing towards the door. It’s often he comes home late, and she know’s deep down that he’d be home early if he could. 

She can’t help but worry though. Ever since the accident, she’s always worried about him walking out that door, afraid he’ll come back missing another limb - or worse. Not come back at all. It was truly terrifying, getting the call that her husband was rushed to the ER due to a car accident. Missing limbs. Broken and bruised. Seeing him in that hospital bed broke her heart into peaces. She was afraid she was going to lose her love. 

drabble meme: onefight: write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yourshate: write our characters hating each otherscars: write your character touching my character’s scars or vice versa ( first timeline ; likely au but possibly canon )

{ warning: violence, imagery bordering on gore, depression }

he comes out of nowhere, like the classic hero in all the stories. there she is, by herself, cornered by three monsters, whip in hand, preparing to fight– and in the back of her mind is one thought: no one is here to kill my familiar. how many people will i drag into death with me?

and she doesn’t really care about the answer. part of her wants them to hurt. she wonders what her familiar’s twisted motivation will be, and who it will chase after, but she doesn’t surrender. she takes the fury in her veins and the fire in her stomach and she lashes one monster across the face with her whip, disorienting it. another lunges at her, and she sidesteps it. when the next one attacks, she dodges once again, leaving it to careen right into a tree.

but the first one leaps onto her back, and she feels claws dig into her shoulders and grits her teeth in pain. 

and then the weight is off her shoulders, and she hears the shriek of one of the monsters. she turns, kneeling on the ground, still recovering from the attack, and sees the blade of sunggyu’s scythe, cleaved straight through the creature’s eye-sockets.

her anger only continues to boil over. “what are you doing!” she yells. “i had this!” she could’ve done it. it didn’t matter. the league is dead to her, anyway. they don’t care about solo heroes. it’s her and taeyong and her cause– none of them cared about her. why now? her success or her death were both her own to bear. sunggyu has no right to interfere. he never interfered before. none of them did.

she unleashes her rage on the closest monster, slashing at it in a frenzy. everything is red– her vision, the blood. eventually the monster’s back splits open and oozes and kana still attacks, she’s so tired. she’s so infuriated. she hates them. she hates the league– the organization that stole her soul, treated them like garbage and tools, and still won’t allow her to die on her own terms.

“kana, stop!” sunggyu calls.

she turns on him. “what, you defend monsters now too? is the league president fucking a monster now? i wouldn’t be surprised! do you know that the vice president of magical girls is fucking the card that killed my parents? oh yeah, we’re sealing them away. it’s our duty. they’re dangerous to the public. but when they can benefit me, and i can find pleasure in them, who cares about all of the pain they caused, right?” she screams it, and when the last remaining monster latches its teeth onto her ankle she doesn’t even feel it, propelled by festering anger and unstoppable adrenaline. 

sunggyu knocks the monster off of kana’s leg and the force of it sends her tumbling forward, into the grass. she digs her hands into it, and pulls out clumps of it, scattering the blades until her fingers reach the dirt, and she heaves breaths into her lungs, resting her forehead on the grass without a care. she feels the sting in her ankle now. it feels familiar, to be this battle-scarred and worn, and so utterly powerless and enraged and bleak. she thinks of the battle with the card that killed her parents following their deaths, and how even it didn’t kill her. she can never finish anything.

she stays there, laying on her stomach, hands balled into fists, even as she senses sunggyu’s presence by her side. maybe he’ll kill her. she wouldn’t put anything past the league at this point. there’s no loyalty or compassion. her life means nothing to them. they made that clear. they did. 

she hears the unzipping of a bag and she raises her head, hair falling into her face. he pulls out bandages. “your injuries are bad,” sunggyu explains. “can you sit up?”

“don’t touch me,” kana argues, and suddenly there are tears in her eyes. her eyes glisten with them, but she grits her teeth again– refuses to let them fall, even as she endures the excruciating pain to pull herself into a sitting position and face him. she crawls backwards across the grass, away from sunggyu, and the grass brushes against the bite on her leg and she hisses in pain, wincing.

“kana, please, this doesn’t have to be this hard. i have bandages. let me put them on your new injuries so they don’t get infected, and then you can go. i’ll leave you alone. i promise.”

“why do you even have bandages anyway?”

sunggyu’s expression darkens. “there’s a general increase in monsters. more attacks, more injuries– not just difficult for solo heroes, but everyone now. you never know. it’s good to be prepared.”

as he talks, he ventures over to her– inspects the claw marks on her back carefully, and she can feel his hesitation in his hands. “i’m not taking my shirt off for you,” kana snaps.

“o-of course,” sunggyu replies, and she wonders how a grown man can still be so flustered over something like this. 

he takes care of the wound as best as he can without her removing any of her clothing. “it’ll probably heal quite fast anyway, so long as you stay transformed.”

kana knows that, but the stress of the battle weighs heavy on her, so she doesn’t protest this time. she even lets sunggyu gingerly take hold of her leg, and steels herself as he removes her shoe and rolls down her sock to get a better look at the bite.

when he’s done, she’s too humiliated to feel gratitude, let alone express it. 

she rises to her feet on shaky legs, but stands strong. he pulls an extra bandage out of his bag, and hands it to her for later, just in case she needs it.

drink: write our characters drinking togetherholiday: write our characters celebrating a holiday together( december 2016 ; team spiderlily and nightshade christmas party )

{ warning: alcohol, mention of death, all in the context of attempted humor }

kana hates rookies. note: she is a rookie in stature and title alone-- not in ability and certainly not in spirit. one of the newest additions to nightshade is wearing nothing but tinsel. it’s the middle of winter. where are his clothes? he was probably the same male she saw trying to fling garland around the light fixture so he could swing from it. (his technique was terrible. she could’ve shown him how to do it, with the experience she has handling her magical whip, but she didn’t want anything to do with that behavior.)

in fact, she should’ve stayed home. she doesn’t know why she’s here. she has a mother and a brother to celebrate christmas with now. 

she pours something that she thinks is eggnog into her glass, then sniffs at it. nope, that’s the smell of alcohol. even better. she takes a huge sip-- knocks it back, then refills it, and takes another gulp. when she lowers her glass, it’s into sunggyu’s hand.

“are you old enough to drink that?” he asks her, eyes wild, flitting about from kana to the various rookies causing trouble around the party. kana’s eyes follows one of the girls around the room as she chases after one of the boys, holding...is that a red nose? god.

she groans out loud. “yes! i’m like, 23 years old,” she wails. (no, in this timeline she is only 19, but she is a 23 year old in this body. sunggyu doesn’t know that, and even slightly intoxicated and utterly dismayed she has the presence of mind to worry about the timelines converging.)

“also my DAD IS DEAD,” she adds, hoping she can play up the pity card to continue her low quality supply of alcohol. to her surprise and mild disgust, sunggyu takes the rest of her drink out of her hand and drinks the rest of it. she stands there, frozen, nose wrinkled for 30 seconds without even a word, and in that time, sunggyu passes her another full cup.

drabble meme : accepting!defend: write a drabble of my character protecting yours.

as much as he was interested in monsters, it didn’t mean he actually knew everything about them. of course, he made mistakes, and that he’d nearly die at least once a week, but how could you learn without messing up first? seungjoon didn’t use that philosophy in nursery school, of course, because getting other people killed wasn’t quite nice - but himself? that was another completely different story.

it looked like a tiny baby, but not like the ones you’d normally see. firstly, it was tiny, and unlike an actual firstborn it could easily fit in your hand. if that wasn’t weird enough, the monster appeared to be seated on a bean bag, but the thing was actually connected to its baby body and filled with some sort of liquid. he actually got the idea to check his theories, grabbing the bean baby with his own hands.

 something he’d later regret.

From here: @ccgyubeach — write a drabble of out characters at the beach together.

The sun was high in the sky and there wasn’t a single cloud in sight. To Ji Hyo, this meant that it would be a good day to go to the beach. The plans constantly were made and forgotten, but Ji Hyo made damn sure that this time, it would work out and Sunggyu had been the lucky one to join her on this expedition.

“Admit it Sunggyu, this was a great idea, wasn’t it?” she said, nudging the older boy. “Even though it’s hot as shit, we can go swimming and get can even get ice cream,” Ji Hyo said, her mind already working on what they would be doing that day. Truly, the possibilities were endless.

“Come on, lets go find a nice spot and set up,” Ji Hyo urged and she hurried towards the sandy beach and stopped at an area that seemed like a good spot and left all their resources within easy reach. “What do you think? Should we set up here?” she said, waiting for the boy’s confirmation before they set up their little area.

[ tw: slight mentions of violence and blood, alcohol ]

sunggyu’s house has become a safe space for yebin. she’s gotten used to going there after a stressful battle, to letting his wife patch up her wounds and make her food, which yebin can’t decline but doesn’t really have the appetite to stomach. 

she’s long since given up on even picking at her noodles, the thought of the monster’s screams as she shot it twisting her stomach unpleasantly. she looks up when sunggyu sits next to her, and her chair is already turned to face him, leftover from when she was sitting allowing his wife to treat the new gash on her right arm. he’s in his wife’s vacated seat -- she went to put the kid to bed a while ago -- and he reaches out to set a hand on yebin’s knee. 

“how are you doing? you still look really pale, you know. you lost a lot of blood before, didn’t you?”

yebin only shrugs, looking away from him at her abandoned, untouched plate of food. she hears sunggyu sigh a bit, then turns back when he stands up. she watches him move into the kitchen, and within two minutes he’s returning, a glass in one hand and bottle of beer in the other. he sets the glass on the table in front of yebin, then takes a sip from the bottle as he sits back down. 

“i can’t in good conscience give you alcohol, but you probably need water more anyway. drink up, i’ll tell you about the time i got a scar like what you just got.”

glad that he doesn’t seem to expect her to talk ( yebin doesn’t trust her voice, doesn’t even know if she still has it after the loud chaos of the battle and her own screams when the dying monster lashed out and wounded her ), she picks up the glass and starts drinking, managing to down half the cold water before she sets it down. 

sunggyu has removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal his left shoulder, where there’s a huge scar that spans from just above his elbow to the top of his shoulder, and clearly extends under his shirt and onto his back. what’s more is that instead of the skin being pale white and smooth like most scars, it’s darker than his other skin, and seems to have a rough texture. 

automatically, yebin reaches out to touch it, and sunggyu only shifts slightly to allow her better access as she runs her fingertips over the rough skin, her eyes wide and her mouth open. “we were against a fire user,” sunggyu says, and yebin looks over to his face before focusing back on the movement of her own fingers over the scar. “nasty card. outnumbered and desperate to get away, he hit me with flames while i was looking away, giving orders. taking down the leader distracted the team enough that he was able to get away, but we caught him later.”

yebin finally leans back, her gaze traveling down sunggyu’s arm to his hand, then back up to spot several scars littering his neck as well. some of them look like they’re from the same burn, while others could be anything. 

she looks down at her own hands ( they’re clean, but she can still see the blood, can still imagine it staining her skin ) and wonders when, exactly, her body became like that as well: a map of memories, a collection of battles and a record of her own sacrifices for her duty as a hero.