#scrxhoya

Legs screaming in aching pain with each pounding step, heart beating against his ribcage rapidly with terror igniting its pace, breath nothing more than a wheezing gasp at the back of his throat as the greedy claws of fear grasped at his lungs.

Yixing was in a dream.

He was lost, caught like some wild animal between the jaws of unconsciousness and the terrors of his awoken mind. Like a being tumbling through space he was falling, twisting through the air between wakefulness and sleep with confusion intoxicating his mind. He was running, his legs throwing themselves painfully through the streets of Seoul while his true legs tensed and his body stiffened in the embrace of his mattress. He couldn’t breathe, like he was being smothered by the air itself on all sides as his dream self ran on and on.  Blood-- thick, slippery, metallic blood was sliding down his arms like a snake, twisting around his limbs as if trying to squeeze the very life out of him.

And it was working.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

she’s always been told to be a good girl. that she is a good girl. the epitome of perfection, she remembers being described as. people came to her of their own will — drifted to her because of a smile and a flutter of lashes.

she was a princess is every sense — but here and now, sooyeon feels inadequate. not enough.

"howon-ah." her voice is but a whisper, ragged and pained. her eyes are bloodshot, her hair askew from the constant running of her fingers in it. but she continues on, keeping strong. her stare is desperate, and as they graze over his features — familiar and home in her heart — she whimpers. it’s a sound so foreign, so strange to hear. "…why? what’s wrong with me?"

her voice sounds so broken, so defeated. the sting is in her eyes, but she doesn’t want to admit it’s tears of being upset, so weak. sooyeon isn’t weak — not in the slightest.

but lee howon makes her weak, in her heart, in her head and in her knees. the ultimate weapon to take down such a foe as her.

she reaches out, her hands bloodied and bleeding — knuckles cut open and bruised. her fingers are shaking as she reaches out, lips trembling. “why?” her voice cracks, her fingers gripping onto his sleeve. she shakes it gently, head drooping as her shoulders shake. she’s holding onto his clothes like a lifeline — body curling into herself as she lets out a particularly loud sob. “w-why? why am i not good enough for you?”

she believes it’s because howon is perfect. he is everything sooyeon has ever wanted, and everything sooyeon is not.

Parties were always where the most amusement was, there were plenty of things to do, drinks to feel a little loose  and tons of people to talk too. Being social was the biggest part for Taehyung, that and poisoning his tiny frame with the yummy alcohol that called his name and lured him in. Its not like Taehyung had to drive home, he didnt have a car - and he didnt have a car because he preferred to walk everywhere he went. Being publicly intoxicated was far better than drunk driving.  

A lot of the people in this party had seemed smashed,and he could pick out the ones who would drive home in that condition, it was dangerous and something he found unacceptable. Distracting a lot of them with small talk, or a dancing - and he slipped their keys from their pockets or bags and hid them somewhere that would be much more simple to find in the morning; He would leave a note for the owner of the house in the morning so all his guests would know.

There was someone in particular who caught his eye - he wasnt doing much of anything, sitting around and looking down at his phone thumbing through social network sites and trying to make it seem as if he was busy on a phone, while at a party. He didnt have a drink in his hand - and he sat at the far end of the couch, his body language giving off the impression that he didnt want to be approached. 

But that was exactly what pushed Taehyungs feet forward in that direction,his fingers tightening on the edge of the couch, and swiftly throwing his body over the back of the seat and plopped roughly onto the space next to the anti-social brunette, slipping his hand out and snatching the phone from his hand, and shoving it in his own back pocket.

"I really don't think Facebook is that important to avoid such a fun atmosphere." his hands were gesturing towards the entire room, music reverberated off the walls, making it complicated to hear, so he had to somewhat yell his words. Offering the stranger a smile - not a traditional one because he wasnt blessed with such a thing.  He had an odd smile with no points at the corner of his lips, the ends of his lips went more round and the end, it was something people knew him for.

sooyeon’s never had to put her trust in anyone. she’s always been a one woman show, helping herself and not letting others do it. people let her down constantly — they never stay, never live up to what they promise. she gives and they take and she’ll get nothing in return.

but hoya’s words are strong, and it has sooyeon becoming flustered. swallowing, she nods her head, clutching the ends of her jacket to her as she stares at the male across from her. it’s something quick and simple — but has the potential to turn dangerous real quick. it has the female shifting and twitching under the stress, and she glances behind her for a moment, her lips pursing as she moves her attention back to hoya.

"i got ya." her words are strong, but her eyes tell a different story. she’s tense, she’s paranoid — she doesn’t think she can do this, but god — he’s putting his trust in her. and that’s more than sooyeon can ask for. "i’ll do my best. i won’t let a single thing happen." 

sooyeon feels awkward in the crowd of people, but hoya’s smile is bright — and as she nibbles her lip, she glances around. her head is spinning from the pressure. she feels clustered, too enclosed. she hugs her arms tighter around herself, flickering her gaze to hoya.

but hoya’s words are comforting — and she hesitates, before taking a step back from him. she just has to run in and run out real quick. it’s simple enough — and it should be easy for her. but this is stretching a little out of her comfort zone. turning to the male, she sets him with a firm stare, pursing her lips as she glares at him.

It was never new for Jongup when people point out how clumsy and air headed he is everywhere. Instead of just experience and profit, Jongup also earns tons of burns and cuts from the job he’s into. Around his house, his parents would always tell him to be careful and don’t let the house burn down whenever they go out, luckily Jongup follows it but still, it’s a bit unnerving for him to hear that same phrase almost every day.

It’s not that he’s really clumsy, airheaded or dumb like people make out of him, he’s just unlucky. He couldn’t remember the first accident he had experienced, but his mother had told him that right from when he was a child, accidents seemed to like him more than blessings. Example of such accidents were when a child was playing with his paint and paint brush, then tripping to nothing right in front of Jongup and well the ending is a red colored Jongup.

When he aged, his accidents worsened. He often tripped a step or two from the stairs, got his hands clamped between the frame and the door, spilled beverages on his pristine white uniform and etc. Jongup was bothered by this so when he had the time before, he went to a site dealing with unfortunate things and well he found some guy near his neighbourhood who helps people with his case.

It was close to closing time when she finally peeled herself from the book in her lap to take stock of the disorder of her shop and to remind her remaining customers that they had a set amount of time to finish up whatever they were doing and leave. She didn't blame any of them for lingering so long, knowing that she would have done the same in their place, so it was always with a small smile that she greeted every one whenever it was time to do such things. The only annoyance of owning a bookstore was the mess that people tended to leave behind as a result of picking up books and setting them down in completely different areas or moving the tables and plush chairs set up to suit their own needs. Luckily there was a "no food or drink allowed" sign she'd had the forethought to put up weeks earlier so daily cleanup was only reorganizing and vacuuming as was needed. Owning a store could be both a blessing and a curse.

Marking her place,she rose and began her rounds, fixing any simple misplacement that she passed by and mentally marking where she would have to return after closing time. Nearly everyone was out when she found him, sprawled across a secluded corner where the science and fantasy sections met. Books piled every which way and all around him, Lucy could only stare in complete surprise as the male lightly snored away, curled with his head cushioned on his arm and a tiny pile of books. How could anyone pick that many books and pile them up without her notice or another customer commenting on it? Not to mention he was completely fast asleep, dark circles marking his eyes in a clear sign of exhaustion. With a light touch and then shake of his shoulder, she attempted to wake him.

"Don’t tell me to relax" he replied sending a deadly glare in the other’s direction.