#krxilhoon

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changsun didn’t often had nightmares, but it had been a bit of a problem for most of his life. not enough that he lost too much sleep and needed any sleeping pills to deal with it, but enough that it was annoying to deal with. but he was coping, though it was also rather good at draining all the money from his bank as he only really managed to get back to sleep again after filling his stomach. one of his most frequented places was the 24h chicken place around the corner from his apartment block. 

looking at the time on his phone as he dragged his feet down the near abandoned street, the numbers 4:12 blinked back at him, just reminding him how ridiculously early in the morning it currently was. but that hardly mattered, all that was on his mind now was really unhealthy fried chicken so he could just stuff his face on the stuff and then go home and sleep for longer before he had to wake up to get to the pool for his first lesson. 

>>                              Studio 57 #408, 9:08 p.m.                               <<

So she was a little buzzed, was there anything wrong with that? She was safe and with friends and the alcohol was dulling the emotional senses she would normally be flinching away from being this close to someone. Close to someone meaning the way Mihyun had herself twisted around Illhoon’s lithe frame. She was sideways, her right leg was up on his shoulder, her left leg was digging painfully into Illhoon’s thigh as he sat cross-legged on the floor. Her right arm was wrapped around his neck and her left arm was braced on the floor, palm flat, fingers splayed. 

If you were wondering how she ended up in this position, I would explain to you that after an awkward first meeting–Mihyun had NO IDEA Hanbyul’s roommate was a dude, or that she had a roommate at all–she found herself striking up an amicable friendship with the tattoo artist slash dj which led to them hanging out and drinking. Now, on to the meat, which was the fact that Illhoon made a rather rude comment about how he could see her side-boob and made a motion to poke it when she promptly latched onto him in retaliation. 

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sometimes when there is enough darkness inside of a person, it doesn’t really matter how much is on the outside. in certain retellings of events, zeus is oftentimes a villain more than a hero, a schemer, manipulative and demanding and harsh. he is as wild and insensitive as a force of nature, untamable and erratic, and full of a darkness as deeply-seated as the thunder in his veins. he doesn’t understand darkness the same way that his brother hades does, granted, but it is still a similar chord that connects him and perhaps all his siblings together, a trait they must have inherited from their father.

consequently, no darkness frightens him, not even in a dreamscape. of all the things his subconscious could conjure up to give him fear, black surroundings are about as terrifying as a fly—especially this type of blackness because it is nothing as compared to the deep of the underworld. he’s walked through the secret heart of tartarus, the deepest pit in the universe, and once you’ve been there, no other sort of nighttime shade can bother you. it might take him a little extra effort to see anything through this area of the labyrinth, but it’s not impossible.

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although the concept of time seems to be nonexistent at this point, seunghoon feels he’s been stuck in there for way too long and wandering in the dark without any positive outcome leaves him more than puzzled. not a rabbit has fallen into his sight yet, but he assumes that he’s just too drained to pay attention to anything happening before his eyes. he wants to run as far as his legs can take him, hopefully to an exit or anything that would put a definite halt to his exhaustion and mental suffering.

however, he might be too lost to be found.

dragging his heavy feet across the ground, with no particular direction in mind, he can feel a lump growing in his throat whilst tears cause his vision to get blurry. no. he can’t have a breakdown in the middle of nowhere. could anyone hear him cry? probably not, but he needs to collect himself and go forward. yeah, forward.

breathing becomes a struggle, his chest rises barely significantly. looking around as he keeps on pacing, he feels something’s not right. well, everything was completely wrong from the very beginning, from the moment he saw his surroundings and couldn’t figure out whether it was solely a pigment of his imagination or not. it’s not a place he would ever think of.

seunghoon senses someone’s presence. turning on his heel warily, he nervously nibbles on his bottom lip as his brows remain furrowed. and he notices a hazy silhouette. despite its indistinctness, he catches some familiarity. “jiseung..?” he murmurs under his breath, suspecting it’s his brother appearing in the distance. the male’s quick to shake his head and get this image out of his head. but the figure is now inches away from him.

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taemin stirs slowly as consciousness bleeds into his mind, drawing him away from a dream about playing with a cloud and showing someone how to give it cartoonish lines to make it float. it's a strange dream, not his usual larger-than-life nightmares, for which he is grateful, but also eager to wake up and get out of. the bed though, that's something he definitely doesn't want to leave, curling up a little bit to seep in the warmth from the sheets and the blanket he's under. none of it feels familiar, but that's okay too because honestly he's used to waking up in someone else's bed.

thankfully though, it's someone he knows and trusts, as far as "trust" for someone like him can go. memories of last night and the way ilhoon had wrapped himself around taemin, the way they had fallen together, the way ilhoon had whispered his name, flooded into his mind, pulling at the ends of his lips, tilting his inclination to smile. but there is something else though, keeping him from that, the knowledge that ilhoon is actually in pain and the whole evening had been spent mostly reaffirming him that not everything has to come to an abrupt end. they hadn't really talked about it, but taemin hopes his intention are clear that despite ilhoon's distress about his boyfriend, they can still comfort each other.

he rolls over and inhales deeply, frowning and squinting a bit at the sparse rays of light that filter in through the window. he wants darker-tinted days but he can't bring himself to be in a bad enough mood to change the weather, so he lets it be and peeks over at his companion. "hyacinthus," he murmurs, his voice low and raspy, his eyes fluttering shut again. sometimes he forgets that the gods he sees and interacts with are mortals alongside him, he forgets to call them by their human name, much preferring their real name instead. sometimes he forgets, but other times he does it on purpose. "i'm hungry."

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heedo wasn’t usually this bad with his alcohol. usually, he only drank a little, knowing that he had training in the morning and needed to be in the best condition and that wasn’t about to happen chugging bad soju all night long. however, he didn’t have training in the morning and technically he was still recovering and was supposed to, according to his coaches and physiotherapist, ‘taking it easy’ for the next couple of months. and he sort of was, but all the sitting around was starting to get to him and was slowly driving his mad. 

he needed something interesting to do while he healed enough to train like he used to. and that’s where the bad soju came in. and with drinking too much of the stuff, the next step was always the bad decision making. 

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Cooking. It sounds very mundane, but working in the soup restaurant her mother owns has made her a good cook. She’s not chef levels, but she’s definitely above average. Of course, no one knows she’s talented cooking since she’d rather stuff herself with pre-made/packaged meals....