#scrxkris

when sooyeon wakes up, her head is throbbing, her hands are stinging — and it smells. it smells pungent and gross and dead, and my god, why is there so much blood?

( — its through her tears that she’s screaming, snarling — her hands gripping each and every portion of his skin as she digs her nails in and scratches. there’s blood on her hands, but she’s lost her thought on whose it is at this point. all she knows is that kris needs to leave, he needs to stop. he needs to go far, far away from her.

it’s his touch that makes her snap, and she sees red, and then she lunges.) 

"hey. wake up…" 

he’s lying in a pool of red substance — it’s not blood, no no. not at all. his hair is covered in it — that’s not a cut on his head. no no. not at all. and he’s not moving. sooyeon feels her throat constrict and tighten, her lips parting to release a heavy, shaky sigh as she reaches out to him.

he’s cold to touch, and that has her eyes stinging. sooyeon whimpers like a child, and shakes him lightly. “yah — kris, wake up. this isn’t funny.”

silence is her only response, and it takes sooyeon a full five minutes of sniffling and light murmurs of him to move, before she realizes what she’s done.

in their relationship, it’s never often enough she gets the upper-hand. so as she presses him against the mattress, she laughs, her grin much too happy, much too accomplished. trailing her hands down his arms, towards where his own palms lay face up — she holds them, entangles her fingers in the spaces between his. she keeps them pressed against the bed as she drops her head down, kissing his mouth once, twice — and a third time, because she’s always liked the way his mouth feels against hers, the way he tastes.

"you always do all the work," she whispers once she pulls away, but not far enough; her lips still graze his with the lightest of touches each word she speaks. "it’s about time i return the favor, yeah?"

food to jung sooyeon was like water on a summer's day. jung sooyeon without food is like a kite without string. the instantaneous way to her heart, a well cooked meal. sooyeon loves food more than her own life, combined to that of others; nothing beats the savory smell, the lavish taste. 

-- and so she finds herself within the streets of seoul, a small grin on her face, a bounce in her step. there's a plethora of smells, of meats and oils, of spices and herbs. it's all mouth-watering, and her eyes dart this way and that as she finds one to spend her time, her money at. 

"ah, i want meat!" she pouts, squinting her eyes at the vendors. clutching her purse to her form, she maneuvers herself around the people pushing past, muttering small excuse me's halfheartedly. not even manners matter at this point because all sooyeon wants to do is eat -- and once her eyes land on the perfect foot stand, with kabobs galore and the smell of marinated beef hitting her senses, she knows she's hooked.

pausing her trek in front of the space, she clasps her hands and coos, looking like a child in front of the variety of food. she licks her lips, and hums -- eyes darting this way and that. she stops on one particular one, her lips curling into an exciting grin. she makes a small noise of content, moving to the side as another form comes up beside her to look at all the categories. she hurriedly looks into her purse, checking for her wallet -- pulling out a few bills as she hums a tune. 

"hah!" she calls out, twisting her form as she glances at the stick of meat she had been eyeing, her grin much too big. "ahjussi, i'll have the --" her voice drops off, eyes widening; because the kabob that had been there just minutes prior, the last one -- the final one, was in the hands of the male that had come up next to her.

she stares, appalled and shocked, before a surge of anger rushes over her. scowling, she boldly smacks the arm of the male, leaning towards him to peer at his face. 

A day off was what Jongup needed after that long weeks of servicing strangers. Moving to and fro inside a cramped kitchen isn’t really what Jongup wanted to be, it was just something he needed to do to live after school. The constant pain from oil splatters, accidentally touching hot surfaces and also other stuffs are inevitable, and a day off was what he needed to rewire all of his senses back together to breathe again.

He was passing a small river when a small splatter caught his attention, then came small wailings of a pup. He turned around, eyebrows scrunched as he tries to point out where the sound was coming from, having blurry vision isn’t helping at all and cussed because he should’ve just brought his glasses with him. After that internal turmoil, he went near to the river and started looking again, the noise grew louder as he got close.

Then everything became finally visible for him. There was a small grey-ish dog scrambling for dear life in the middle of river. The current was quite peaceful as the poor animal continued to wail helplessly. Without thinking twice, Jongup ran to the lake with his hands quickly taking his shoes off. He couldn’t think about anything that time, all his attention was focused in only one thing, and that was the pup currently drowning.

There were no other people around that area, it was quiet afternoon. The first thing that struck Jongup when he’s already in the lake was that it was freaking cold. Despite the pleasant weather, the water was ice cold and it made him shiver a bit. He swam closer and closer, clothes got tighter around his skin with his bare feet felt the pebbles and small sharp enough stones in the lakebed.

When he was finally close to the pup, he took it with care and carried it. The pup was scared, eyes show weakness and its body was shaking from the harshness of the water. The pup was young, maybe months old or older but it was small and thin, and Jongup felt a pang of pity for it. He patted the pup’s head, calming it down but it didn’t help so Jongup tried his best to just swim towards the coast, but alas the currents turned surprisingly fast.

His footing suddenly disappeared and he started moving his hands again, trying to regain even the littlest bit of control over his body but the pup which was wailing and turning his body in every way isn’t helping at all.

With no more options before him, he shouted with all his might. “is somebody there!!”

Unable to say anything because of the piece of cloth that was once used to blindfold him was now tied around his mouth. The bartender who he just found out was a part of scorpio must have drugged his drink when he wasn’t looking. Next thing he knew he was out like a light and woke up tied to a chair and being interrogated by said person.

23. our characters waking up together

[[ I’m laughing omg ]]

It’s more than surprising when Jinah wakes up next to a man. Her body goes still as he moves and brushes his hand lightly against the skin of her arm and all she can do is let her eyes go round and sigh a small breath of relief at the fact that they were both still fully clothed. Her head pounds and see can still see the white residue of something that she had inhaled yesterday stained on the side of her hands.

K: Would you ever kill someone? What would be a good reason?

Although she considered herself heartless, she was not as sinister to kill somebody she disliked. If she had to pick a reason, or an excuse, she would probably be a madwoman drugged with chemicals that will alter her mental ability to know what was right or wrong. “No, I wouldn’t. I’m not that cynical. I would have to be crazy to kill someone but I doubt that will ever happen.”

R: Religion, what is yours? Do you believe in God?

Sulli nodded her head at the question asked. She did believe there was a God despite all the troubles she has been having in her life, but she didn’t blame the Lord above. In fact, she often spoke with the Lord in her thoughts whenever she looks at the vast blue ocean above humans, sharing her thoughts and feelings she often never voices out. “I don’t have a religion, but I do believe there is a God.”

I: If you liked someone with a terminal illness, would you still date them knowing they might not live much longer?

It depends, Sulli thought as she pondered carefully of the reason. However, knowing her persona, she rarely liked anybody and if ever she did, she would be serious and it would mean a lot to her. Even if the word ‘like’ was used, it is still a form of affection in her opinion. “If I like them, then yes. If I ever did, I already have accepted their flaws when I realize my feelings for them and will accept future flaws probably. So yeah, I would still date them not because I feel bad for them, but I genuinely do like them even if the time we would spend together is measurable.”