#fcxhansol

( / byungjoo knows that he’s back in school again because there’s the same blue background with white coloured boxes; this is a blog and this is a website but this is also where the magic takes place.  because high arches start to form in visions before his eyes; his feet are moving fast across ground that only just begins to take shape beneath them and he knows that he should be angry because this is what’s been plotted and this is the way it’s been written and this is just simply what he should do —.  but it’s hard for byungjoo to think of an angry face, it’s hard for him to think of anything at all except for 

hansol

and ravi but that’s another matter entirely, because that’s another thread that he has to think of later and well, that’s another headache and another thing in his heart that makes it feel dark and heavy.  because no, he came back way too late and he couldn’t help but really this is quite early he wasn’t supposed to be back yet but they need him, he needs them; he can’t let hansol sit with a bullet in his shoulder. )

( / and he opens his mouth — ) … ( / and says something he was told to say in his head, because that’s the way ash wants it; and he wonders if he really has any free will in this at all, but that’s okay because this is hansol and that’s the most important thing.  he can’t think about the other things that plague him daily. ) hansol, you idiot.  ( / and he realizes that this is the first time he’s used that language and suddenly instead of blinding bright hallways he’s in a room with lots of beds and nurses scurrying and he’s never been in this room even though he was supposed to once, but that was before he left and — ) .. ( / he sighs, pulls aside a curtain because he knows this is where hansol is and byungjoo’s eyes are dark with something that he can’t really explain when he says, ) 

[/ a burning busan haunts kat’s dreams. smoke stings his mouth and nose and lungs as tongues of angry orange flame lap at a starless night sky; the terrified screams of the innocent ring loud in his blast-deafened ears; blood pours from his mangled leg, lightning bolts of pain shooting up his spine each and every time that particular paw touches the ground as he runs — his dirty white fur is soon even filthier with sticky splotches of crimson. but he keeps on limping forward, driven by some strange, unquestionable need to herd these flocks of terrified people to safety. kat just knows, from deep within his scarlet-painted chest, that he’s got to help others before he can allow himself to rest. ]

[/ kat wakes to the stench of iodine and the cacophony of many beeping, buzzing instruments assailing his oversensitive ears. ice blue eyes flutter open, vision glossed with a blurry film until the ceiling suddenly comes into startlingly clear focus — and through a haze of many potent painkillers and sheer, bone-aching exhaustion, kat freaks out. ]

[/ it’s obvious to him that he’s in the infirmary, the blurry shapes of countless patients besides himself lining the walls in identical hospital beds — but kat can’t remember how he got here. or, more importantly, who had made it here with him. ]

[ / kat ignores the incessant vibrating of his phone, face contorted with agony as he grips the ragged edge of the plate with both white-knuckled hands—the sharp metal bites into the flesh of his palms but he can’t stop, can’t, no matter how much it hurts.

he shrieks the entire time, channeling all of the strength in his body into the act of lifting that plate up off of his leg until there’s enough room to pull his trapped limb free.

blood streaks across his cellphone display as he frantically types out a few more texts, too afraid to assess the damage of his wounded leg and shredded hands. not yet.

[ txt ] no. stay wher u r [ txt ] im hurt, hyung. ill only slow u down [ txt ] ill try. i promise that ill try to make it home [ txt ] but ur not gnna put urself in dnger for me [ txt ] see u soon, hyung. [ txt ] promise is a prmise.

to: hansol hyung =3=

to: hansol