#sasinim

“Uhh...”

Well now, this was awkward-- what made it even worse was that he genuinely could not think of a way out of this... one that wouldn’t incite total and utter carnage, anyway. Which was, honestly, still a mighty tempting offer but considering the current environment, it... probably... wasn’t a good idea.

With his arms shoved behind his back (he’s since given up struggling, because why struggle against a slew of bodyguards that’s clearly dealt with “worse”?) and his legs slightly bowlegged, Christoph could only stare at the approaching idol. The look he wore on his face could also only be described as “incredulous”, partly because he did not want to believe that this is how the rest of his day was going to go.

The other part was just because he was mad as hell for... well, he was mad for reasons.

There was no way in hell he was going to state his business (but he might be convinced, if the dude behind him on the verge of breaking his arms was any hint.) to anyone. However, he was still struggling trying to think of an excuse-- a reason, even, as to why some random shmuck made it backstage and just why on earth said shmuck had been (that’s past tense, obviously, because he tried chucking it at one bodyguard. like a javelin. knocked him out good.) wielding a pipe.

And don’t even get him started on the unconscious body laying a mere few yards from their feet.

“... Hey.”

Ah, shit. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shitshitshitshit. He still doesn’t fuckin’ know why he’s here.

the woods are grey. moonlight carves dark, empty shadows across the grove, between the trees and the fog: thick and black, as it circles them like a nocturnal beast. receding from the glow of the campfire. claudette knows that this forest is not natural. nothing grows. nothing breathes. an endless, deathless maze. daring to enter the fog will only guide them to its monsters, the violent creatures that lurk inside it. she can feel goosebumps crawl across her neck. the sensation of being watched. glances over her shoulder, rheumy-eyed, staring into the abyss.

"the real world...?"  she blinks, as if pulled away from a spell. stunned by seok yejun’s innocuous question. a normal conversation, in an unnatural place. claudette considers it, feeling grateful for the distraction. "i don't think i've even heard of that? are they good?" she watches her hands, thumb restlessly circling over her palm.

pre established relationship with akina .

yejun jogs toward him, raising his voice above the distant squawks of crows scattering around them, and jake is stilled like a stag under the glaring headlights of a truck. jake is expressionless,  neutral, as he slowly processes the gesture. his mind is like his body, fluctuating between swift, decisive action and an unreliable acute stress response. fear that renders him too paranoid to speak.

   he’d fully zoned himself out. it happened more and more often lately — getting caught up in whatever was going on in his mind; from full on conversations with himself to just... listening. it wasn’t until yejun fully came into his line of sight that he broke free from the spell, breathing in deeply as he was brought back to earth, blinking a couple times.