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part seventy two
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Re: HG: chansoo alliance? (team doppar)
(Anonymous) 2013-07-31 04:59 am (UTC)(link)No one is quicker with a knife in one hand and a frying pan in the other, they all laugh- joking uneasily as Kyungsoo beheads chickens faster than the eye can follow.
In the Hunger Games however, Kyungsoo doesn’t believe that his sleek knife work is the most useful skill he gained through his expertise in cooking, even as he makes quick work of some tall boy named Kris.
The kill goes quickly in the night, a cruel knife against a tender throat and whispering goodbyes. It was a pity really, because Kris had been one of the few boys back at the reception to approach Kyungsoo on his own will. Even offer some words of advice and good luck.
Kyungsoo would have even let him live if he hadn’t said the few words that made his blood boil- “You’ve got such a cute face, the sponsors will love you. Milk it well and they might even send you a tank!”
He washes his knife clean of Kris’s blood in the morning, but let’s the splatters on his cheek dry into a rusty brown. He drags a large leaf over Kris’s body and burns it, knowing full well that there was a boy lurking in the woods from the cannibal district. Even though Kyungsoo had made the kill, he would have never let Kris become someone’s dessert. He lets the flames flicker into the night despite knowing the danger of lighting a smoke signal and wonders what his next step is.
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It’s another three days of wandering before he encounters another tribute, only this time Kyungsoo is the one with nothing on hand but a knife on his belt and the boy has a gun pointed at his head. Kyungsoo recognizes him as district 9’s Park Chanyeol, the one with a killer smile and little to no killer instinct.
“I’m just looking for some berries,” he laughs sweetly making sure to wave around his hands in the way that makes him look eager to prove his innocence. He circles around him, looking straight at the gun and notes the way that the boy’s hand shakes. He’s never killed anyone that’s for sure, and Kyungsoo feels confident in the knowledge of the other boy’s inexperience.
The tall boy lowers his gun for half a second and that’s when Kyungsoo lashes out, his knife lashing out and just missing his jugular. Cursing his short limbs, he lunges in again only to have his wrist trapped in the other boy’s grasp.
“Berries my ass,” Chanyeol spits out using his larger weight to pin Kyungsoo down and wrench the knife out of his hand. He grapples with Kyungsoo fighting to keep a hold of the gun and keep Kyungsoo pinned below him at the same time. The gun jostles between the two of them and Kyungsoo sees the knife glinting out of the corner of his eyes. The taller boy finally pulls free, still sitting on Kyungsoo to keep him down as he steadies his arm.
He points the gun at Kyungsoo and clicks.
And clicks.
And clicks again.
It’s empty and Kyungsoo can’t help the burst of laughter that pushes its way through his chest. The boy above him gets up immediately, looking alarmed. His ears burn a vibrant red and Kyungsoo laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s even seen.
“Are you crazy!?” the boy half shouts, before remembering that there were other killers in the forest and quieting down. “Arghhh, forget it. I’m still going to kill you.”
He eyes the way that Kyungsoo is lying limp on the floor, still wheezing slightly from his laughter, and hesitates. The knife is far away and Chanyeol has completely forgotten about it, twisting his hands together as he realizes that he might have to kill Kyungsoo with his bare hands.
He wraps his large hands around Kyungsoo’s neck and Kyungsoo lets him because he knows that Chanyeol can’t and won’t do it. He’s proven right as the boy tears his eyes away, not able to look as he starts squeezing. Kyungsoo doesn’t feel a thing, but he exaggerates his gasping for breath, makes poor pitiful whining noises that cause the other boy to shake.
“I can’t,” Chanyeol says finally, voice breaking as he pulls away. Hot tears flood the brim of his eyes and he makes an effort to wipe them away as a hand catches his wrist.
He looks down guiltily as Kyungsoo tugs at his arm once again.
“You forgot your gun,” he whispers throat still uncomfortably tight and Chanyeol feels a wave of guilt wash over him.
“Fuck what are you trying to do?” he cries out and Kyungsoo merely hands him his empty gun, tilting his head up naturally to expose his bruised throat.
He’s got Chanyeol in his grasps already and the final words do the trick, “you might need it later. Take care of yourself.”
He makes a show of trying to get up and Chanyeol grabs him firmly in a grip that’s no longer threatening but protective instead.
“Wait,” he calls out, “I-ughh this is so weird. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have provoked you with a gun that was empty anyways. It's getting dark soon, maybe we could help each other.”
Kyungsoo nods, making sure to look incredulous and doubtful. He barely manages to hide his smile though when Chanyeol brings him back to his camp, and he sees cooking utensils lying around. Chanyeol follows his gaze and lets out a laugh. “If you’re any good with those, I might have to keep you.”
“I don’t want to live off of canned food anymore,” he admits, “it’s not exactly what I had in mind for a last supper.”
The sun sets quickly after Kyungsoo makes a quick dinner, brushing Chanyeol off as he repeatedly tries to rub ointment on Kyungsoo’s bruised neck.
“Just let me work,” he deadpans and he has to resist lifting his hand that holds a butter knife to make a threatening gesture. Nevertheless Chanyeol backs off, peeking in curiously from time to time to see what Kyungsoo is preparing.
Dinner is a quiet affair with Chanyeol scarfing down food at a startling rate. He notices Kyungsoo’s stare mid-bite and frowns, “I’m a growing boy and who knows if this is the last time I’ll get the chance to eat.”
Kyungsoo has to smile then, although he’s unsure which part of the answer triggered his amusement more.
Night sets even more quietly. Soon Chanyeol’s breathing evens out and Kyungsoo peers out into the darkness, ready to strike.
The most crucial transferable skill Kyungsoo had learned from cooking to killing was not how to slit a throat with a quick angled cut, or set fire to body as a farewell, but how to use a frying pan and use it well.
Tonight is it, Kyungsoo thinks as he wraps his fingers around the frying pan. He stands over Chanyeol’s sleeping form and waits, wondering if his hesitation means something.
Re: HG: chansoo alliance? (team doppar)
(Anonymous) 2013-07-31 05:01 am (UTC)(link)holy fuck anon
Re: HG: chansoo alliance? (team doppar)
(Anonymous) 2013-07-31 05:02 am (UTC)(link)manipulative doppar is so good.
Re: HG: chansoo alliance? (team doppar)
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