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part seventy two

EUREUREONG EUREUREONG EUREUREONG（●＾o＾●）

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476 w. laychen, fanxing. hunger games au! sorry i wrote this based off another anon's fic im so sorry ;;

warning for blood and gore.

The pain doesn't register at first, as if his body was in shock. But as his breath quickens, the increased flow of oxygen causes his body to go slightly rigid and he slumps a bit, reaching up with shaky hands to touch the handle of the knife. It feels impeccably smooth, still warm from it's previous owner's grip. It's embedded to the hilt at an angle, and there's a slow, steadily growing pool of red surrounding it on Jongdae's shirt. His eyes are wide in a mixture of confusion and the slowly growing pain. It starts as a dull throb and soon blossoms into a searing fire in his skin. He hits his knees and his crowbar clatters weakly beside him.

"J-jongdae," Yixing whispers from a few feet in front of him, voice shaking with fear. Jongdae raises his head, mouth slack in lost words before he's giving a weak smile.

"Just close your eyes, Yixing...Y-you'll be alright," he whispers, one hand cupped around the knife as the blood slips between his fingers. There's a rustle and a heavy thud of footsteps racing towards them from somewhere nearby. Yixing's eyes are welling as he shakes his head violently.

"No, shut up, don't talk like that. You're okay. You can't die like me, Jongdae," he whispers brokenly, dragging his hurt leg with him as he scoots forward, the blood smearing between them in a macabre painting.

"No one can hurt you now," Jongdae continues on, voice faultering as he begins to tremble, shaking his head. "Come morning light, you'll be safe and sound..."

"Shut up!" Yixing screams, reaching for the knife. His fingers wrap around it tight and Jongdae lets out a loud howl of pain as it's ripped from his chest. Strong arms wrap around Yixing's waist, yanking him back and away, the force of it the cause of the removal. Jongdae clutches both hands to his chest, breaths coming faster with each pull of air.

"I'm not going to let you kill him," Yifan hisses out dangerously. "You'll die where you stand, Kim Jongdae."

"He wasn't--!" Yixing continues to scream, thrashing despite his bloody limbs, knife still in his hand. A quiet, disgustingly liquid chuckle comes from Jongdae's throat as he drops a hand to try to hold himself up, his palm smearing in a mixture of his and Yixing's blood.

"Well I'm...Not really standing, am I?" he mumbles, lips bloody as the liquid pools at the corners of his mouth.

Yifan narrows his eyes in irritation, before cradling Yixing to his chest, turning to bolt. He wants to be gone before the cannon rings and someone else smells the growing stench. Jongdae watches him go, eyes meeting Yixing's, that knife still clutched in his white knuckles. He mouths an "I'm so sorry," and Jongdae gives him a weak smile.

"Just close your eyes," he whispers before Yixing disappears into the bushes with Yifan.

wow, this is so.. vivid ;; gj anon

;w; thank you jlsdf; i nonchalantly stole some lyrics.....

j-jongdae d-died ; A ; you killed oppar to save him ; A ;

no he didn't!! i continued it!!

I SEE IT NONNIE

like the anon above said, this is super vivid, ccwn#1. i literally have nothing to concrit * ^ * other than what i've said in the suchen part 1 (i'll get by to concriting the porn hahahaha just let me take a shower ;;;) you need to vary your speech. but other than that you're good! (Y) (Y)

honestly i think you write better in present tense? but maybe that's just me. but your imagery and your actions are, once again, spot on. you should write like this more!!!

tragic hg chenxing oppars ;~;

i wrote the original laychen fic and you wrote my headcanon i'm so happy (just kidding i'm actually crying tears of blood rn) i was probably never going to pick it up. anon pls take responsibility for this pain TT_TT

and holy shit can i just hand over all my drabble wip/ideas and you write them for me.

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