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step-on-me-khun · 3 years

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Khun x Reader Lemon

This was requested on my Wattpad, so it will also be posted there too. I don’t really have too many requests now so, if you want to then go ahead.

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This didn't happen very often, it was only something that would happen through peer pressure.

You had little to no interest in what Shibisu had placed into your hand earlier on. It was the weekend, and you knew that maybe someone would bring out the alcohol, but you really weren't expecting most of the group to be as intoxicated as this.

Endorsi was being ridiculously talkative, Hatz was being unusually friendly, and Baam was sleeping on the couch. You couldn't really blame him.

You were trying to avoid contact with the liquid in the glass, but either Hatz or Shibisu would suggest that you drank it, and then poured more into the glass.

No attention was payed to the amount you ingested, your mind slowly losing itself, everything felt weird, and you knew you might've had too much. But it was difficult to say no to them, they just kept offering it to you.

Khun was drunk; he sat beside you, the one person who he preferred to be around. Hatz and Shibisu would normally wait until Khun had moved away before offering you any more to drink.

The chattering in the room was loud; you felt Khun's head hit your shoulder. Both your faces were red.

"Enjoying yourself?" You ask, his face leaning on you.

"Shut up," he moans, "I feel like shit,"

You smiled, you felt unusually happy, maybe it was because of how close you two were, or maybe it was the alcohol in your system.

"Do you want to stay here? Or do you want to sleep in your room?" You ask.

"Sleep is the last thing I need right now," you felt his breath on your neck, a shiver shot down your spine, "But if it mean getting away from these idiots, then sure,"

You stood up an instantly regretted it; your body fell back down onto the chair.

"Shit, that felt weird," you complained.

"Where did you think you were going?" Shibisu asks.

"I was taking Khun back to his room, he was complaining about being tired,"

You got up again, slower this time, stopping yourself from getting too dizzy. You pulled on his arm, bringing him up off the couch and on his feet, his head rested on your shoulder again.

"Piss off Shibisu," Khun says bluntly, "I'm too tired to deal with your shit,"

Your eyes widened, you had seen him drunk before, but you had never heard him speak like that to anyone. It threw you back a little.

You walked awkwardly towards the door, Khun's feet beside yours as you left the room, his head still on your shoulder.

"Thank you," he says, his low voice reaching your right ear.

You giggle slightly, amused by him.

It took a while, for you to reach the door to his room, your head was spinning, and it felt like it took you forever.

Just as you opened the door, you felt Khun's breath on your neck, it was heavier, and it made you want to melt.

"Khun," you moaned.

"We're away from the others now," his mouth placed kisses on you neck and shoulder, "that means I have you all to myself,"

You tried to move away from him, but failed, his arms turn you around to face him. You were struggling to stay still; it felt like the room was spinning around you.

You clung onto Khun, hoping he would be able to keep you upright.

He chuckles as he sees you struggling, his hands held onto your upper arms, keeping you still in front of him.

Your eyes looked into each other for a while, his eyes were a little lidded, and face has a red tint to it.

His lips crashed down onto yours roughly, his tongue made its way into your mouth, poking around inside your cavern, aiming to pin yours down.

Your eyes closed, you melted into the kiss, your ands let him go, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you, deepening the kiss.

You were both drunk, but you were well aware of what you were doing. Dizziness hit you out of nowhere, you pulled away from him.

He grin at you being pushing you onto the bed, he watched as you moved further up the bed, then crawled over you, tugging his shirt off.

His mouth attacked yours again. His kisses were sloppy, but they had so much love in them. God knows what he was thinking.

His hands made quick work of yours and his clothes, hurriedly pulling everything off and shoving it all onto the floor, until you were both naked.

He stared down at you; his eyes were dark and clouded.

His hands moved your legs over his shoulders before plunging roughly into you, your arms wrap around him as he continued to move.

Your body was hot, your head still dizzy, and it was difficult for you to stay in control of your own thoughts.

He was rough with you, like he always was. His hand reached the back of your head, tugging on your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your neck to him.

His mouth immediately attacked your neck, kissing every inch of skin he could, leaving you more and more breathless, his touch driving you insane.

“Oh my god, Khun,” you moan, your fingers finding his hair and tugged on it. His speed and pace was rough and fast, it was almost too much for you.

You bit down hard on your lower lip as he found your sweet spot, biting down on it.

“Fuck, Aguero,” you cry out.

His mouth let go of you neck for a moment, “Keep calling me that,”

“Mmm, Aguero,” you teased.

“Fuck,” he breathed onto your neck.

Your fingers tugged harder on his hair. His hand let go of your hair, and pinned your hands down beside you, his eyes staring deeply into yours.

His fingers linked with yours, he watched your face as he pounded into you, watching your facial expression as he moved roughly inside you.

You were so damn beautiful to him, it didn’t matter if you were clothed or naked like this, and he couldn’t help but always want more of you. It was always the same with you, your eyes fixed on his face.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you cry.

He hisses as you tighten around him, he thrusts harder inside you, he curses as you release on him. Your vision was blurry, you were expecting him to stop as he came, but he never did, he continued his pace.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he moans, his body hovering over yours still, hands still pinned beside you.

You turn away, your face red from his compliment; he found it amusing and chuckles over your embarrassment.

His hands let go of your own, his left hand reaching your face and turning it towards him.

Your lips collided as your face was turned; you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck.

His fingers traced your skin, giving you goose bumps as they moved over your delicate skin, causing you to shiver below him.

“Mmm, dammit,” you cry.

You open your eyes as his teeth bit down on your lower lip. It surprised you, your fingers looped around his hair, tugging on it.

His eyes looked into yours, letting go of your lip before going back to kiss you again.

He was addicting, you just wanted more and more of him, but it was almost too much for you. His pace continued, his mouth released yours, left hand holding your right leg down on the bed, giving him a better angle to thrust into you.

You heard him hiss, his speed picked up, you tugged harder on his hair.

“You’re so good to me,” you cry, your vision blurry again.

He smiles at you, kissing your forehead then resting his head in the crook of your neck.

You could feel your climax creeping up again, you held on tighter onto him.

“Dammit,” he groans as your come on him again.

You throw your head back; your fingers released his hair and fell down on the bed. He continued moving harshly inside you, his eyes closed as he releases inside you.

It took a while for you to catch your breath, his head moves from your neck to your chest.

His length pulls out of you, and he lets go of your leg, allowing you to wrap your legs around him you catches your breath.

Your right hand reaches his hair, brushing it softly as you feel his heavy breath against your skin.

“I love you so much, Khun,” you say softly, waiting for his response.

A few seconds go by, and you didn’t get any reply from him, hurting you a little. “Khun?” You say again, moving his hair out of his face.

His eyes opened, and avoided looking up at you.

“I love you so much, ‘Aguero’,” repeat sarcastically.

“Took you long enough,” he teases, closing his eyes again.

You tut, giving him a quick slap with your free arm.

“I love you too, (Y/N),” he says, his voice low.

That made you feel better, and more loved.

You were both drunk still, your head still felt weird and tiredness was slowly creeping up on the both of you.

Your fingers continued to brush through his hair as you slowly fell asleep, you were going to fell a lot worse in the morning, you knew that, but it was something you didn’t want to think about as you drifted off, Khun’s head still lay on your chest.

You were comfortable, his body helped you stay warm as you slept. It was nice, but the morning wouldn’t be as nice to you.

#tower of god #khun aguero agnis #khun aguero agnis x reader #khun x reader

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khunfounded · 4 years

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See You in the Morning

As the adrenaline wore off, Bam found himself continuously looking around just to make sure they were all real. His friends surrounded him, worn out and bleeding, but alive. These were the people that kept him fighting, that kept him surviving all these years, despite everything that Fug put him through. He worried that if he blinked they would all somehow disappear. If he weren’t so tired, he honestly thought he would be crying out of sheer joy and disbelief.

Early that day, Shibisu had proclaimed that a celebration was in order for the winning team Sweet & Sour, and in honor of their members that were currently out of commission. Food and drinks were passed around, with sweet and sour pork making a prominent appearance.

Bam sat on a couch in between Khun and Rak, only partially listening to Quaetro and Yeon avidly discussing Yeon’s newly discovered control over her fire. He loved them all, truly, but his eyelids were falling and it was getting hard to keep up with how fast they were both going. He found himself leaning more and more heavily into Khun’s side, which elicited a side-eye and a faint chuckle from the other.

He had missed this dearly, but at the same time he couldn’t help but think that he had never really had it before, either. There was no Sweet & Sour, or Ran, or Quaetro, or really Quant and Lero-ro. Even the people he did have back then, he thought, he didn’t appreciate enough. Bam had known what loneliness was, but he hadn’t known true loss until he fell away from all his friends and had to use every ounce of his determination just to keep them alive.

Bam knew they felt the same way, too, with the desperate hug Rak gave him when they finally saw each other again, and the long glances Khun kept giving him every time he thought Bam wasn’t looking. Bam wondered if Khun thought he was going to just disappear out of thin air, too.

His head fell onto Khun’s shoulder as he turned his face to watch Ran and Anaak slowly get into a more and more aggressive debate over hotdogs that would have quickly gone to blows if Arkraptor didn’t intervene. He felt Khun shift next to him as a breath wisped over his temple.

“Tired?” Khun murmured so only he, and perhaps Rak, could hear.

“Nah,” he responded through a yawn, which didn’t help his case, but he persevered, “I’m fine. Just a little sleepy, I guess.”

“You look exhausted, Black Turtle,” came the gruff voice on his other side, “as my prey you should take better care of yourself, so I can beat you fair and square!”

“I’m fine,” Bam promised, unable to control his grin, “I just wanna stay up for a little longer”.

Yeah, Bam missed this. This unyielding friendship and unquestioning love. People that cared about his health simply because they wanted him to be okay, rather than wanting their god to be at tip top shape. He had been worried, sometimes, in the back of his mind, if his friends would treat him differently after all this time, after all he’s changed.

It wasn’t the same, true, but not because they were afraid of him or wanted to use his power, but because they had all changed over these past seven years. Rak seemed more self assured, less likely to just jump into battle without any forethought. Shibisu was more comfortable in his own skin and Hatz was starting to trust more in himself than his sword.

Khun, too, he thought, as he got comfortable against him, was different. He was more closed off from the people around him, unless they were Bam or Rak, and there was an edge to him that Bam hadn’t seen before. It was like he was holding his cards close to his chest, except you had no idea how many there were or even what game he was playing. Bam was sure that it was good for battle, but he was also worried for his friend.

He turned his head slightly, looking up through his eyelashes at Khun. He was watching with hidden mirth as Lero-ro tried and failed to teach Miseng and Quant some game using spoons. To Bam, Khun had always looked ethereal, like a shinsu moon. But unlike the moon, Khun was right there, and Bam was allowed to be close to him, rather than just bask in his glow.

That’s why Bam could never understand Rachel’s fascination with the stars. Sure, they were pretty, and they gave you light, but there were so many more important things, like friendship, and laughter, and games with spoons. Things like Khun’s eyes, bluer than the rarest suspendium and crinkling at the corners.

Those eyes shifted to look straight at him, making Bam smile softly.

“I missed you guys,” he admitted, words gentle in their honesty.

A long look and then, “I missed you, too,” whispered like a prayer.

Except Khun would never pray to Bam, which was one of the reasons why Bam loved him so much. In a fit of contented inspiration, he knocked their fingers together, before grasping Khun’s hand and squeezing.

That earned him a tiny smile and a squeeze back, Khun intertwining their fingers. Bam was just about to ask him about the spoon game when he found himself letting out a loud yawn.

“That’s it,” Rak said above Khun’s snickers, in a tone filled with humor but brooking no argument, “It’s bedtime for tired turtles.”

Bam raised his head to interject but Khun spoke before he could.

“I’m pretty exhausted, too. You weren’t the only one fighting for your life, there, Bam,” he teased as Bam pouted, “I’ve been ready to sleep for a while.”

He got up, bringing Bam’s hand, and subsequently Bam himself, up with him.

“We’re going to sleep,” Khun loudly announced as Bam stumbled against him, “Don’t wake us up unless someone is actively dying”.

He turned to Rak, who’s compressed legs were swinging from where he was sitting on the sofa, “You coming, Croc?”

Rak bounced up and scrambled over as Khun started to tug Bam out of the room, “Of course, Blue Turtle, you couldn’t stop me”.

Beneath the cries of goodbyes and goodnights, Khun smirked, “I wasn’t trying.”

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They headed into a nearby empty room, and Khun shoved Bam into the bathroom to get ready for bed whilst he and Rak put together a makeshift bed. It was an unspoken agreement that none of them wanted to be away from each other for any longer than they had to. Seven long, long years had been enough.

Bam splashed his face with cool water, washing the stress and excitement of the day down the drain. When he looked up at the mirror, he almost jumped from shock. He was smiling, small but genuine, and it was the first time he had seen his face like this in years. He didn’t look like Viole, he looked like Bam, someone he thought he had lost years ago.

Pushing his bangs out of his face, Bam looked into his own eyes and saw himself. Not the 25th Bam, the new Irregular out of his depth, or Jyu Viole Grace, the monstrous Slayer Candidate. He just saw Bam, the teammate, the friend, the person. Even with the needle glowing brightly behind him, he felt like a human, rather than the deity half the Tower wanted him to be. Unable to help himself, he let out a tiny giggle as his bangs fell back onto his face.

He had once asked Rachel what home was. After so long, he couldn’t quite remember what her response was. But maybe here, he thought, he had found the answer. Home is where you can be yourself and be loved for it.

There was a knock on the door and an, “Are you okay in there?” from Khun.

“Yeah!” Bam responded, quickly rubbing his face with a fluffy towel, “Almost done!”

When he came out, he saw that Rak and Khun had made what could only be called a nest on the ground. Rak looked supremely comfy swaddled in the giant pile of soft blankets and pillows. There were a couple of candles laying about that could only be Khun’s doing. They matched the red color of Bam’s needle, but their soft glow and scent were far more soothing.

“What was so funny in there?” Khun asked from where he was throwing another blanket over Rak, much to the crocodile’s protestations.

“Nothing,” Bam said as Khun raised his eyebrow and Rak scrambled out from beneath his fuzzy trap, “I’m just really, really happy.”

Both of his friends stopped, twin looks of something like awe on their faces, before they smiled and Khun said, “Good, now get over here.”

“Yes, sir!” Bam exclaimed, before taking a running leap at the pile, dragging Khun down with him as he did. Truly, this is what all his training had been preparing him for.

Khun spluttered loudly in his arms as Bam and Khun laughed breathlessly. After pushing Bam on top of a squawking Rak, Khun got comfortable, settling under the blankets. Rak shoved Bam in between the two of them and put his scaly head in the crook of Bam’s arm.

“This way I can make sure no one steals my prey,” he informed them.

Bam grasped Rak’s claws in one of his hands and squeezed, “Thanks Rak. I knew I’d be safe with you.”

Rak huffed, “Of course you are, Black Turtle! I am Rak Wraithraiser and you are my prey! Nothing will keep us apart!”

He covered himself in a thick blue throw and nuzzled further into the nest, his breaths turning quickly into snores. Bam chuckled quietly before turning his head. Khun was on his side, head tucked into his elbow, looking at them both fondly. There was a comfortable silence as they stared at each other, each drinking in the presence of their dear friend.

“Hi,” said Bam.

“Hey, yourself,” Khun replied, “He missed you, you know. He never really believed you were dead. He always told us, “Someone strong enough to be my prey could never die just like that!” I still can’t make myself believe he’s actually right.”

“Well,” Bam swallowed at the intensity in Khun’s eyes, “I’m right here.”

“You are,” Khun smiled, cupping Bam’s face with one hand, thumb gently caressing his cheek, “And I have never been more glad for anything.”

The words, accompanied by the soft touch, made Bam’s cheeks heat up. He couldn’t put into words how precious this person in front of him was. Khun had fought harder than anyone to get him back, and even before he knew Bam was alive, he was still devoted to keeping his wish. No one had ever done something like that for him, no even Rachel, who had given him light.

Bam took Khun’s hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each of his fingertips gently. This time it was Khun’s turn to blush, and Bam watched as it went all the way to the tips of his ears. In a fit of inspiration, Bam kissed the tip of Khun’s nose, making his friend squeak and get impossibly brighter.

“You’re here,” Bam whispered, kissing Khun’s forehead, before gazing deep into his suspendium eyes, “And I have never been more glad for anything.”

Khun opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Rak’s voice rumbled from Bam’s other side, making both of them jump.

“Go to bed, mushy turtles,” he commanded, before quickly dropping back to sleep, snores once more filling the room. Bam and Khun, looked at each other, breaking into hushed laughter.

Bam once more took Khun’s hand, brushing a soft kiss against the knuckles and intertwining their fingers.

“Goodnight, Khun-ssi,” he whispered, letting his head fall against the pillow and eyes droop closed.

He drifted off to sleep to the soft promise of, “Goodnight, Bam. See you in the morning”.

[Guess what arc I finished. Gonna edit it before putting it on ao3 and maybe add another chapter]

#khunbam #tower of god #tog #khun aguero agnis #25th bam #rak wraithraiser #my writing #2000 words

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t-underneaththeradardancing · 6 years

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so a quick post mortem - wat kinda whine do u serve w dat - its late ish - i gess depending on perspective so if i wuz drinkin which im not - a red maybe a burgundy but im not a whine snob - wait maybe burgundy a breakfast thing - bob sing bout going to the harder they come stuff soon after - a friend quit drinking - idk if they alcoholic aint my call - thatz half the rees on i played - they wuz gonna sing wo a geetar - even tho back up still nervous - wtf grab the house guitar - sit on the edge of the stage (more bout that later) - tuning ? we dont need no stinking badges - i trust the guitar it was in tune more or less a few minutes b4 - i went outside after to grab a smoke and moongaze - every 15 min or so all evening - anywaze i play fine i guess - knowing it dont really matter as long as awful avoided - and a singer i played w 1 time a few months ago asks if i remember - promise to back her up “anytime” - she dont know a thing bout my injuries or depression - has a demo sorta cant make out much outside on a fone a copy of a copy - a promise iz a promise - i grab the guitar and back outside - i hatz playing outside - and the strap is missing - imma kneeling on the ground playing - just a few minutes - find a key after a false start - she tells me more or less wat she lookin for hearing in her head - i assure her and the back up singer everything b ok - a bit later we play - rehearsing sorta thru the sound check - john lee hooker on the speakers - i trance like a mf - at one point she tap my shoulder - she need eye contact for a minute - i dont no if she want me solo or wat - im mostly layin down a rhythm - i lay it down even harder and a group trance i believin happens - next thing i know im getting cues she thinks the song is over - oh yah - about the later - this time i got on stage - not quite 2 feet offa ground - therz nothin to hold onto - leg buckle and i lurch - stumble and recover - imma stick to sitting on the edge for a while - almost a month since last performance - didnt really plan on play tonight - but i did - itz after midnite now - im ok - hard sometime to put one foot in front of the other it sound so ez - going forward slowly healing

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omcik-blog · 7 years

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New Post has been published on OmCik

New Post has been published on http://omcik.com/vws-dieselgate-bill-hits-30-billion-after-another-charge/

VW's Dieselgate bill hits $30 billion after another charge

HAMBURG/BERLIN (Reuters) – Volkswagen is taking another $3 billion charge to fix diesel engines in the United States, lifting the total bill for its emissions-test cheating scandal to around $30 billion.

The German group is struggling to put the two-year-old “Dieselgate” scandal behind it, and working to transform itself into a maker of mass-market electric cars.

On Thursday, Munich prosecutors said they had arrested a former Porsche management board member, the first top executive within the group to be detained amid a widening probe into cheating at VW’s Audi brand.

VW’s growing financial woes and Wolfgang Hatz’s arrest were also discussed on Friday at a regular meeting of the carmaker’s supervisory board, one person familiar with the matter said.

VW shares fell as much as 3 percent on Friday, as traders and analysts expressed dismay that the company was still booking charges for “Dieselgate”.

Evercore ISI analyst Arndt Ellinghorst said the news was unexpected and unwelcome, “not only from an earnings and cash flow perspective but also with respect to the credibility of management”.

VW, Europe’s biggest automaker, admitted in September 2015 that it had used illegal software to cheat U.S. diesel emissions tests, sparking the biggest business crisis in its 80-year history. Before Friday, it had set aside 22.6 billion euros ($26.7 billion) to cover costs such as fines and vehicle refits.

FIXES HARDER THAN EXPECTED

Last year, VW agreed with U.S. authorities to spend up to $15.3 billion to buy back or fix up to 475,000 2.0-litre polluting diesel cars.

On Friday, VW said it was setting aside an additional 2.5 billion euros ($3.0 billion) as hardware fixes for the models were proving tougher than expected and would take significantly longer. Ellinghorst said the complications would amount to 5,200 euros per car.

“We have to do more with the hardware,” a VW spokesman said.

In Europe, where only a software update is required for the 8.5 million affected cars, plus a minor component integration for about 3.7 million 1.6-litre vehicles included in that number, fixes are running smoothly, the spokesman added.

The additional provision will be reflected in third-quarter results due on Oct. 27, VW said.

Ellinghorst, who has an “outperform” rating on VW shares, expects the company to report third-quarter group earnings before tax and interest of 4.04 billion euros.

At 1340 GMT, VW shares were down 0.4 percent at 137.80 euros. They fell as low as 86.36 euros in the immediate aftermath of the cheating revelations, from pre-scandal levels over 160 euros.

As recently as Sept. 11, chief executive Matthias Mueller had maintained in an interview with Reuters that provisions made to date would suffice.

“It has now become clear that we need to do more,” a spokesman said on Friday, without elaborating.

“WHAT MAY BE NEXT?”

VW said in September 2015 that around 11 million vehicles worldwide could be using software capable of cheating emissions tests. Audi, its luxury division, admitted two months later that about 83,000 vehicles with 3.0-litre V6 diesel engines were also fitted with an auxiliary control device deemed illegal in the U.S.

BNP Paribas analyst Stuart Pearson said he has provided for another 1 billion euro charge to hit VW’s fourth-quarter results because of outstanding technical fixes for the 3.0-litre Audis.

“Investors will understandably worry what else may be next,” he said.

He also said the extra time needed to fix VW’s 2.0-litre models meant increased depreciation of the cars being bought back, which also need to be fixed for resale.

With Dieselgate costs rising and management’s credibility weakened by Friday’s announcement, analysts said VW now had a more acute need to accelerate a restructuring or sell some assets.

“In order to keep our constructive stance on the stock we need to see management taking action regarding the group structure over the coming months,” Ellinghorst said.

Separately, Porsche SE, which owns a 30.8 percent stake in VW and tracks its earnings, said the new provision would also affect its results, but stuck to the wide range for its expected 2017 post-tax profit of 2.1-3.1 billion euros.

($1 = 0.8480 euros)

Additional reporting by Hakan Ersen

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step-on-me-khun · 3 years

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Right By Your Side

SFW/NSFW:

Warnings: Angst, major character death

Word Count: 1828

I got this idea from listening to a particular song, and I actually got a bit emotional writing it, make of that what you will, sorry you’re getting angst on Valentine’s Day. This will be posted on ao3 when I wake up as it’s just past midnight

Fighting would sometimes result in death, in some form of graphic or unseen injuries. It's always difficult to ensure everyone's safety, to predict any unknown opponents strengths or weaknesses. Would this fight produce someone's death, or would a serious injury be its result?

Blue eyes opened, the feeling of being numb spread throughout Khun's body. A sudden sharp pain was felt in his head as he sat himself up. The metallic taste of blood was in his mouth.

He thought he had dreamt it all, his imagination getting a good, tight hold on his brain and playing tricks on him. But this was all real. The surroundings were painted red with blood, the bodies of strangers lying lifeless on the ground. Some had been impaled, others decapitated. It was all so brutal and horrific.

This was a massacre, but he felt unsure as to who had started it. Very few of the bodies around him were breathing, and some of them were only just taking their last breaths.

It unsettled Khun. His heartbeat rocketing as the looked around, trying to pinpoint any familiar face. But it all seemed worthless, everyone around him was nothing more than strangers to him. He couldn't see Shibisu, or Endorsi, or even Baam. Panic and dread swept through him, from his head down to his feet, sending a shiver through him.

He wanted to run, to find the team that had been separated. But Baam was the only person his mind was on. The more he thought about the situation, the more the panic blocked out everything else.

Why couldn't his damn feet move? This was just so fucking stupid, no previous fight had conjured up this amount of fear in him, so why was this so different? Was it that he didn't know Baam's current location? I wasn't just that, he wanted to know how badly he was injured. He wanted to heal him. But with time passing him by, and his thought processes going into overdrive, any injury Baam would have got could have gotten worse.

These damn voices in his head, reassuring him that Baam was okay, made him want to just shout out to shut the fuck up. His sanity was being tested every single second he stood there.

"Khun!" Shibisu shouts from a distance, snapping Khun out of his thoughts and panic.

"Sh-Shibisu," Khun's low voice says softly.

Shibisu's silhouette got closer and closer, revealing Hatz, who was on Shibisu's back, unconscious. The lower left leg of his tracksuit bottoms shredded, his leg all bloodied.

"What happened here? Either I've forgotten, or this all happened so suddenly,"

"I have no idea, maybe something's messing with our memories,"

"Figures you'd be alive, earrings," Hatz says hoarsely, his consciousness returning to him.

Khun smirks smugly at Hatz. "I was going to say the same thing about you," Khun says sarcastically.

"By the way," Shibisu starts, distracting Khun slightly from his thoughts, "you've not seen anyone else have you? I've only found Endorsi and Hockney, and they said that they saw the rest of the group other than Baam,"

Khun's eyes widened, and his feet ran as fas as he could.

"Hey, wait a minute, Khun!" Shibisu shouts, but it wasn't enough to stop Khun from rushing forward, his fear and anxiety overwhelming.

There were too many people around, too many bodies covered with their own blood. Everything around him made him assume the worst.

Shibisu hadn't seen him, no message had been sent to his pocket. Damn it, he just wanted reassurance that Baam was still alive, and still breathing, he would dread Baam losing a single ounce of blood. As determined at Baam was, Khun was worried that he'd get into a situation that would prompt him to give his life because of his stubborn nature.

Baam, don't you dare be dead. Khun thought he had lost him once, and had to try to survive without him, god forbid he ever lose him again, permanently.

The sight of blood around him felt like the sea, a never-ending ocean of despair and fear. He felt as if he was going to be swallowed by his fear.

He took the chance to stand still, catching his breath. A single tear dropped from his eye, trailing down slowly, then dropped to the floor, his eyes caught a glimpse of it as it fell.

When was the last time he cried over Baam? It must've been years ago when he thought that Baam was dead. He spent that night bawling his eyes out quietly like a baby. He pride made sure that that tear was the only one that fell from his sapphire orbs.

"I'm never going to find him in this mess," Khun complains silently, his feet running again.

Was this pointless? It is worth trying to find him? Yes, and yes, it didn't matter what others had said to Khun in the past, what that Silver Dwarf said to him, even if Baam does get strong and more powerful than him, Khun would always follow. Baam wasn't pointless or worthless at all, even if Khun was, he just wanted to be by his side. It was paining him to imagine Baam lying in a pool of his own blood, the light from his eyes fading away.

The more he ran, the less amount of people he saw, and most importantly, his eyes perceiving them as not that injured at all. It gave him just a slither of hope that Baam was okay, and that he would eventually find him.

It didn't matter how long it would take him, he wasn't giving up until he found Baam alive. Every happy memory, every smile of his, it made it harder for him to want to give up on his search. Those smiles and memories were what he would live for. If he could sacrifice his life to make sure Baam was safe, he gladly would.

His eyes continued to scour around while he ran, trying to find a single trace of Baam. He stood still for a moment as his eyes focused on something in the distance. It seemed familiar to you Khun, his instinct driving him to run towards it.

Time stood still as he saw a body lying there, blood staining the floor around it. Yet it still felt familiar, there was a looming sense of dread for some unknown reason. The reason comes to him quickly once he realises it was a body. Not just anyone's body, but Baam's.

Khun's heart dropped to the floor. He gave into his fear and urged his feet to move faster. But the more he ran, the further away he felt Baam was. His heart was breaking with every second, keeping his tears in until he knew for sure it was Baam, and not some lookalike.

His feet slower down as he approaches the body, eye gazing at it, hoping it was all a horrible nasty dream and Baam wasn't lying there.

He was on his side, facing away from Khun, who couldn't even see his face.

"Baam," Khun says, his voice shaking, "oh, god, please be alive." If he believed in any god at all, he would pray, his desperate fear would resort to that if it ever came to it, and it felt like his last resort was near.

"K-Khun," Baam's voice says, hoarse and breathy.

He wanted it to be a dream, he so desperately wanted it to be a dream. Fear was keeping him still, it was stopping him from falling to the floor, and his tears from spilling a river in front of him.

His feet brought him forward, towards the body of Baam, which was heaving from his struggling breaths. Walking slowly in front of him, he could see just how injured Baam was. But was it too late to use the firefish on him? Khun hoped he wasn't too late.

"You always end up getting yourself in some sort of trouble," Khun says, his voice trembling. His pale hand reached for Baam's.

Baam's eyes open slowly, his near lifeless eyes looking into Khun's sorrow-filled ones. He smiles a little at Khun.

"You knew that, and you still decided to follow me," he comments.

"I'll always follow you Baam," Khun says, squeezing Baam's hand.

"Mmm," Baam moans out in pain, "you're holding my hand a little too tightly,"

Khun bit his lip as he watched Baam's eyes closely, not wanting them to close for even a second.

"Anything to keep you conscious,"

Every moan and groan of pain Baam let out made Khun feel physically sick. He didn't want to lose him, but that possibility could edge closer and closer by the second.

Baam's golden eyes slowly drifted closed.

"No, no, no. Don't you dare close your eyes," Khun says loudly, "I need you here, we all need you,"

Baam struggles to keep his eyes open, his head turns to Khun, his neck injury becoming more prevalent.

"Why didn't you call for me, I'd have come in a heartbeat,"

"I didn't want you to get hurt," he was struggling more and more to breathe, "I'm grateful that you're always there, but I couldn't watch you get hurt,"

All of Khun's emotions came out at once. Tears spilt from his eyes as he clutched Baam's hand tighter.

"You're not going to die dammit, you can't," Khun cries.

"I don't think even you can stop that from happening, Khun," Baam says as he feels the firefish trying to heal him, "goodbye, Khun,"

"I told you, you're not going to die, stop being so stubborn damn it,"

His eyes continued to drift closed, then would flutter open slowly again. Even his eyes and skin were becoming lifeless.

"I love you too much to let you go," Khun says.

Baam's hand slowly slithers out of Khun's and reaches up to Khun's face, his thumb wiping the tears away.

"Thanks for being there, Khun, you've always meant the world to me,"

"Baam, don't, you're not doing this to me, not now,"

"I love you too, Khun,"

Baam's hand falls from Khun's face, the sound of Baam's limb on the ground travelled to his ear.

He was dead, that was it. Khun had no other reason to live, to fight or get stronger. Baam was everything to him, and now that everything had just vanished.

Baam's lifeless body sat beside him. He could hear footsteps approaching, his eye look over at Shibisu, who had finally caught up with him.

"He's dead, Shibisu," Khun says, struggling to hold his tears in any longer, "he's fucking dead and it's my fault,"

"Khun, it wasn't your fault, he tried to save us," Shibisu says.

Khun's hand reaches towards Baam's again, holding onto it tightly. It wasn't right, it wasn't real. Baam's lifeless body was beside him, and damn, did he want to hold onto him one last time. He would have always stayed right by Baam's side.

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