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For humanity

She had everything. A new laptop, new mobile –prepaid of course- and a hidden location. Hidden not I the sentence of some secret basement but nobody who knew they were here doing something that could put her behind bars for more than twenty years. Especially the businessman she was dealing with were really attached to their money. They weren’t known for their sympathy. She had to play this game very carefully or she might get some sick bastard on her back. Just to learn her a lesson. No, she didn’t want that. There was little that she had taken with her. Some clothes, a bit of cash and some snacks. Nothing special that identified her. Nothing that made her stand out from the crowd. Just an average woman. Just a person. The exact thought she was going for. To be seen but forgetten in that exact same moment. It was the best camouflage in her opinion. For a moment the woman looked up from her stuff. She wasn’t alone in this game. Her second man wasn’t far off doing his own thing. Looking at him made her sad yet happy at the same time. Damn situation, made her feel all conflicted once again. It wasn’t like they were both here for their own enjoyment. Going on a vacation or something, no not at all. The atmosphere was grim and everything but feisty. Sighing she looked away, letting him deal with his own feelings for a moment. Since she knew she would be a pest if she didn’t give him is personal space. Instead she looked out of the open windows. This house, she always loved it. The warm colors of the walls, the open space between the furniture, the way the windows looked over the garden and the streets. The many flowers that colored the big patch of green. It looked so normal. As if she was visiting her friend and not using her house to do some underground business. If she just knew what she was doing right now. If Akame knew..

They never wanted to be like this. Nobody wanted. Just like nobody wanted that day to be reality. That day, in the busy street of Seoul, the citizens became a part of a game. A sick game with humans as players and blood was the price. Even now it made her sick in the stomach to think back. The screaming was still echoing in her ears. The shivers returning on her pale skin. It was a day engraved in the people’s minds. Just like it wanted. Like the Killer wanted.

She stood and watched. Before that, she walked and froze. Akame looked up at the screens. The boards used for commercials and other announcements was for once in the day black. Pure black until the sound began. Sounds that made children cry, woman gasp, men freeze. She froze in her steps, hesitant if she should carry on her way to home. The decision was not on her. As the black faded following the sound. It wasn’t anything spectacular. Just a room. Dirty, empty. It was nothing yet it was everything. The screams, the horror it kept going while the room was unfazed. Nothing happened. It was confusing. It was mysterious. People didn’t want to watch but they still stood there with their necks craned up to the sky and looked at the scene unfolding right before their eyes. The sounds continued and soon it became worse. Everything went black again yet the sounds were even worse. It made her stomach roll. Around her children were shielded by their mothers. Akame too, she wanted to protect herself from this gruesome moment. Crawl away because this wasn’t something she wanted to be part of. Yet again, this wasn’t her decision to make.

The images. The people, hurt, afraid, crying and shivering. Unfamiliar faces she suddenly got to meet. People whose live fell in her hands. For her to decide if they should live or not. By playing the game the killer had set out for them. Going through the game and win. She didn’t want to play. She had a boy waiting for her at home. She cherished her life. A life that was still healing from all the previous cracks. The last thing she needed was being played by a mysterious killer. She wasn’t going to- wait. All the blood rushed out of her face. Mi-hyun, the small face of the child was partly hidden away. The girl was cradled by an old lady. What was she doing there. The kid should be with her mother. Right.. Even children were involved in this. She couldn’t. Akame breathed deep in. Once to let it all sink in. Twice to get it together. Thrice to laugh at the situation. Once more for determination. A last one for courage. She was in. She was going to play this sick game. And with those thoughts the young woman, mother of a three year old son decided to put her life on the line for strangers, for people, for lives.

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I miss you

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The night is so cool...

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Smokey Grill {Akame & Seunghyun}

Thursday already. Akame glared at the little number written on the calender. It might be a bit old school to have a calender on the wall and actually using it. For busy mom’s like her it was the best way to keep track of little things. Birthdays, family meetings, stuff like that would be written down the lila colored calender with cute kittens. Still staring at the current day she clucked her tongue, disspleased with what she saw. If she had to count it were roughly seventeen days. Seventeen days! There was an incredible nag inside her body. Which started after the third day but after two weeks tolerating the feeling inside of her, Akame was ready to snap. Alright, that’s it. She wasn’t going to keep this crap up.

 Furious clicks on concrete –it was a wonder she didn’t puncture the ground with her heels- the woman walked to the building in sight. The motor of her car still warm from the use. The back of her black jacket rode on the puffs of wind. She was all ready for the evening. A quick touch of make-up done before the mirror in the hall –she had almost forgotten- and a switch of shoes and she was presentable for the public. Presentable in a not work outfit. She didn’t want to look like some sad woman going only on business dinners. It would be nice though, having her boss treating the whole company with a nice dinner party. Too bad, her boss was a jerk. Anyway, she knew she looked good and it made her feel good too.

 ‘’Could you please tell Seunghyun I’m waiting for him? If I’m not wrong, his shift is almost over.’’ Akame recalled the surprised stare of the female receptionist. If they called the woman in uniform behind the glass a receptionist. She wasn’t sure if the woman just took the bad end of the straw or just screened the visitors. Either way, Akame had positioned herself in the cheap black chairs pushed to the grainy white wall. Why was the woman so surprised. It shouldn’t be so rare to have someone ask for a specific officer. Did she look out of place? Critising her own outfit for a second she discarded the ridicules idea. No, of course not. She didn’t look like some overly rich girl from Gangnam. They should have been worse. Snorting slightly Akame decided it was just the woman being strange. Seunghyun better be fast. She wanted her Seunghyun-time. Right, now. 

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Dimmed lights, soft crisping sounds of turned pages. From the moment the library was open public till this time she read, made notes, marked important lines and made tables. Whenever she need it her white laptop would appear on the black wooden table. For a moment she felt like a college student all over again. With the pressuring feel aching in her head, massaging her temples to ease the quiet throb. The drowsy feeling clouded her head from the lack of oxygen and light. So when the woman yawned for the fifth time in two minutes she decided she needed a break. Her chair scraped over the floor as she stood up. Cleaning her part of the table before she headed out to the living world.

Normally she would do her paperwork a home. It gave her more time to spend indirectly with her son. Unfortunately she had to actually research more than usual. Bringing her back to the library finding old papers and reports. It was boring, time consuming work. One of her friends offered to keep an eye on her three year old son. Giving her enough time to make her ‘’homework.’’ Walking through those doors felt like she had spent a lifetime inside. Squinting her eyes for the beaming light she tried to look away. She felt like a vampire burning by the light. When her eyes were finally used to the daylight she sighed. Inhaling the fresh air in great appreciation. Akame could feel the clouds in her head slowly fade. Now she could actually see without being blinded she looked over the streets. A lot more people were walking by. What time was it anyway? Somewhere midday if she had to decide from the sun. A young guy attracted her eyes. Mainly because the flashing red that was his hair. The boy sat down on a bench, his head dropped in his hands. He didn’t look good. She didn’t want to bother him or mind his business but asking was never wrong. At least she liked to think so. Akame couldn’t deny that her mother instincts were playing up when she approached the boy. ‘Hey, are you feeling alright?’ 

Breathe Slow| Open

For once Mark was actually dressed in something that he wasn’t going to try to pick someone up wearing, and this was because he was on his way to do some research for the essay he had to do. It wasn’t like he had a choice it was already late and Mark really needed the credit to pass, although in saying that he’d pretty much written the essay, he just had very few sources and then he hadn’t proof-read his Korean. He didn’t even know why he was still on his course, because between school and work he barely had time to breathe let alone do the essays. 

Mark kind of liked it though, although everyday living on 4 or less hours of sleep was beginning to make him feel worse. But he couldn’t do anything about it, and he definitely couldn’t afford to go back to the doctors and have his medication changed slightly. And in that breath he couldn’t ask his sister for money for a doctors appointment for it - he hated asking her for money, but on this topic he didn’t want his parents finding out. Although it might not be as bad as the time they found out his inclination to the same sex. 

Mark suddenly felt a wave of nausea and dizziness hit him outside the library, trying to work out if it was a form of anxiety or sickness, or if it was the fact he hadn’t been eating. He moved to sit on a bench that was outside the library, head in his hands as he tried to control his breathing, he was going to be ok - he had to be ok. 

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Cooking Cooking {Akame & Kyuhyun}

Akame loved evenings. When her home would be filled with music in the background and the soft hissing of meat in her frying pan. With Hyun Su napping on the couch she found her time to relax. The sight of the little boy resting under a blanket, his expression so careless and relaxed. If she didn’t have a meal to prepare she could sit forever next to him. Caressing the chocolate brown strands till he would wake up. His face resembled his father’s like two drops of water. Every time she would watch him she saw somewhere her beloved. It hurt from the inside but she could never look away. This was her son, she wouldn’t neglect him just because of her own hurt. Instead she spend every free moment with him. With work and being a single mother she could say it killed her social life. Except it didn’t, not so much that it bother her. Akame had her fair circle of friends and family. People who knew they could always invade her home whenever they wanted. She knew them, trusted them by heart. Now Hyun Su was old enough to remember their faces and names he asked multiple times for one of her friends. The boy had some favorite noona’s and hyung’s but he seemed to like all her friends. Of course he did, Akame didn’t let anyone in who couldn’t be in the same room as her son. Speaking of friends, she needed to text that guy. Smiling when the dark haired male popped in her head she took out her phone. He was probably still at work or whatever he did at home. She knew by heart that he would come to her house rather than his own apartment when she invited him.

►Mushroomhead, dinner at mine. If you’re good, dessert and wine after. Come quickly.

‘Cover my ears and sing. Ddi-ddi-ri-ra-ddi-dday!’ She sang as she turned the sizzling meat. Kyuhyun would love her. She knew how the guy loved his meat. It wouldn’t be his first time drooling over his plate. Stupid boy, Akame grinned, always witty and snarky but when she fed him Kyuhyun would be nice soft as jelly. So easy to please when you knew his triggers. That was why she loved the boy. Not only had she known him for so long, he was a really good guy to hang around with. His snarky attitude was amusing her to no end. Sometimes she would play his game but they both never crossed the line in all those years. Akame took a glance at the clock. It would take some time before he would be here. Hyun Su would be delighted to see ‘’Kyun-hyun’’ after all those time. Bastard was way too busy with his boring job. Enough time to prepare the sauce and side-dished before the hungry male would storm through her door.

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I really need some chocolate..

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My plot page is finished and up for charries to take :3

PLOT

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Bolero

It was busier than she expected it to be. Standing tall on her heels she stretched herself over the line of waiting heads. Obviously the theaters hadn’t opened their freshly new doors yet for public. It would be soon. The monochrome ticket in her hand with the timetable on the backside was her proof. ‘Looks like we have to wait a bit more, Su.’ She cooed at the kid in her arms. The boy looked her in the eyes. Identical eyes meeting as if he understood what she just said. Even though he only responded to the part of his name. Her little boy, she thought and filled with pride Akame couldn’t help but grin. Pulling him a bit closer she hummed. What was the last time that she actually went to a dance performance? How long hadn’t she been in that dark hall filled with red chairs and dimmed light. Four years, maybe worse. She couldn’t wait to sit back in the dark room and enjoy whatever performance they would give.

The curling letters on her ticket were beautiful, neat. It forebode a grant opening for the new theater. For months it had been hidden for public’s eye by setting big board before the constructive side. A week before the actual big day the performers themselves had ruled over the markets and streets. Passing a free ticket to every passerby who didn’t rushed passed them in a rude manner. By chance Akame had been in the busy shopping streets. The diapers needed a refill and fast. You never knew how long they would last with a kid from just three in your arms. Now that she looked at the finished project she had to give the builders some credit. They did a good job. The dark wood was beautifully detailed. The architecture made her resembled the old school theatre’s back in the day. Dimmed glass gave a preview of soft carpet and a big lounge accompanied with a big bar. Which would be needed analyzing the big crowd before and behind her, all would be thirsty in the end of the day. That the first two drinks were for free wasn’t doing any good for the poor souls standing behind the bar. Akame could already see the staff pre-preparing the snacks and food before they would be cornered by a crowd of hungry and thirsty people. She was glad that she never had to stand in their place.

It took a good another fifteen minutes before the line started to move forward. Another five before she was could take the first step inside. Immediately a host in deep red suit accompanied her to the right hall. Telling her the rules and ‘’hopefully you enjoy your stay’’ before she was seated somewhere in middle of a row. More in the back than she usually preferred but it was alright. She still had a great view over the stage hidden beneath thick navy curtains. From five other doors people walked in, filling the whole hall with people. Their talking filling the empty space between the chairs and the high roof. It was mesmerizing how big it was. Hyun Su grew eyes big as plates, looking around the unfamiliar loud place. He didn’t give a sound. He never did when he was doing something unfamiliar, his mother had noticed. Akame too, she couldn’t help but look at the soft fabric pasted on the wall. The comfortable red chairs included a paper with all information. If she turned to the back she could see the people walking on the balcony. Also filling the places up high in the air. Taking out a little sipping cup for her son she made herself comfortable with the idea of sitting two hours without much movement. She couldn’t wait until the curtains would open. The feelings of the theatre were still fresh in mind. The smell was slightly different but the dimmed atmosphere and excited beat of her heart were all the same. It was an oddly beautiful moment. To know that this feeling had never left her heart after all those years.

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明日は来るから {Akame & Jaewook}

Finally, it was over. She forced herself to stay put otherwise she would sprint right back to the green fields where her lover was just buried meters deep into the ground. With most guests actually gone the funeral hall felt empty. Even if she knew that the last people were taking their jackets and made their last small talks. Her task was done. No more bows for unfamiliar faces or condolences from friends of friends. She didn’t have to see how other people broke down in tears while she couldn’t cry with them. There wouldn’t be any more flowers on the already piled up bouquets before his picture. Above all that, she didn’t have to share the last moments with her husband.

Akame breathed in. For the first time she felt like she actually got some oxygen. The suffocating feeling had troubled her the moment a sea of black dresses and suits dripped in like rain. She stood up from her place. In the end of the hall she could hear the voices of her in-laws. The sweethearts had been there every step of the road. Right there to hold her hand when she walked on the edge. A smile revealed itself on her pale painted lips. She couldn’t wish for better in-laws, she deemed herself lucky. Giving them one last look Akame turned her back. Heading for the only place her heart seemed to be.

Satin black gloves ditched in the green grass. Her hair freed from any binders or clipping. Her nude feet dug into the fresh earth. The cold stone under her fingertips made her shiver. So cold, unlike the man that it should represent. The engraving was pretty but too neat, too clean for his clumsy behavior. He would have been happy though.  ‘It’s been a long day, love.’ Caressing the stone she merely whispered. He could hear her, she knew he would. ‘Actually I’m glad it’s all over. You know it better than anyone.’ Her shoulders rocked in a soft chuckle. It sounded fake. ‘We wanted to keep it small. Family and friends only. But the government wanted to pay their last respects. So many high chiefs and ranks. They looked like little soldier puppets. The one your son loves so much.’ Her chest hurts. It stabbed. Little stabs in and out. Leaving burning marks from the inside. Fresh tears gathered, watered her eyes. Their son. Their beautiful son. ‘You saw him, right. Hyun Su, he holds your name. Aren’t you proud? He’s such a strong boy. He drinks well, he has your laugh.’ Hurt. It was evident on every place of her body. She couldn’t defend herself against it. Whatever she did, whatever she tried. The pain stabbed her. She bled hot tears. Clamping her hand before her mouth. She didn’t want them to hear her cry. Not more than she already did. For a moment she wanted to be alone. No son who demanded a strong mother. Not her in-laws who tried to cheer her up with sweet words or even the loving phone calls of her cousins and nieces. They knew her pain, understood how it strangled every breath out of her exhausted body. They knew but they never could share the same feeling. A feeling of your heart bleeding. Wrenched, twisting inside her body before it would be jerked right out. To hear the faint beats of her heart while you doubted you were alive. It hurt. So, so much.

Relapsing in her mother tongue she rambled. It was hardly understandable under her sobbing and sniffing. Nobody would understand but him. He knew what she tried to say. Like the time they went to the restaurant and her Korean failed her once again. It was still a miracle how he could understand her with all the wild gestures and half-Korean pronounced like Japanese and random English words. A simple yet beautiful miracle. And she had lost it. Lost without the chance of saying goodbye. She didn’t need a kiss or a hug. Just one thing. One simple look at him before he fell prey to metal tearing through his chest and legs. One smile had been enough to endure all the hurt. One last moment to cherish. Instead she sat next to a cold stone. Hugging herself, since she was the only source that would keep her warm from now on. It was so cold.