keep an eye on your boy and lock him up tight - PROLOGUE.
pg-13
fanxing
It's a mystery, even to Kris himself, as to why he is lying against the wall of a dark alleyway, blood flowing from his abdomen and pooling around his waist. He tries to move a hand to press on his wound, but his limbs no longer listen to his command to work, and a chill is starting to spread from the tips of his fingers, travelling up the wrist and elbow. The next to freeze are his toes, usually so snug and warm in his custom lambskin leather boots.
What did I just witness? Kris thinks, too in shock from what happened a mere five minutes ago to fully comprehend the severity of having a gaping hole in his middle. He looks down mechanically, and oh: Is that my rib I see?
A pair of slender legs walks their way into his peripheral vision. Kris' eyes flicker sideways, and the newcomer is considerate enough to squat down beside him, probably knowing how much energy and effort it will take the injured and dying man to turn his head to look at him properly.
It's a face he recognises, because not an hour ago they were lying in bed, kissing lazily. It's the White Rabbit from The Neon Tower. Kris tries to say something (like Hi) but his throat seems to have closed up, and all he gets out are deep whimpers.
"Shh," White Rabbit coos softly, face cradled in his hands and eyeing the bloody mess of shattered bone and disintegrated internal organs with a troubled expression, before smiling a little sheepishly.
"Sorry about that. BaekHyun's aim is pretty bad, and you weren't really in the right place at the right time, so it was inevitable that you'd get caught in his line of fire."
So it's not entirely my fault- is what Kris' eyes are trying to say with all their glaring sarcasm.
"Now I'm really not supposed to interfere. What happens happens, right? But I don't know, you were pretty good in bed...and you actually used an acceptable amount of cologne, so I guess I'll..."
Excuse me, only pretty good? Kris scoffs internally, rather offended, but then White Rabbit pauses to look at him again, and this time his eyes have none of the flirty, inviting glimmer that first beckoned Kris; his brown eyes are gentle.
"...fix you."
He presses the pad of his right forefinger lightly against Kris' forehead, takes a deep breath, and says: "Free all."
The last thing Kris sees before losing consciousness are shimmering iridescent irises.
fanxing
It's a mystery, even to Kris himself, as to why he is lying against the wall of a dark alleyway, blood flowing from his abdomen and pooling around his waist. He tries to move a hand to press on his wound, but his limbs no longer listen to his command to work, and a chill is starting to spread from the tips of his fingers, travelling up the wrist and elbow. The next to freeze are his toes, usually so snug and warm in his custom lambskin leather boots.
What did I just witness? Kris thinks, too in shock from what happened a mere five minutes ago to fully comprehend the severity of having a gaping hole in his middle. He looks down mechanically, and oh: Is that my rib I see?
A pair of slender legs walks their way into his peripheral vision. Kris' eyes flicker sideways, and the newcomer is considerate enough to squat down beside him, probably knowing how much energy and effort it will take the injured and dying man to turn his head to look at him properly.
It's a face he recognises, because not an hour ago they were lying in bed, kissing lazily. It's the White Rabbit from The Neon Tower. Kris tries to say something (like Hi) but his throat seems to have closed up, and all he gets out are deep whimpers.
"Shh," White Rabbit coos softly, face cradled in his hands and eyeing the bloody mess of shattered bone and disintegrated internal organs with a troubled expression, before smiling a little sheepishly.
"Sorry about that. BaekHyun's aim is pretty bad, and you weren't really in the right place at the right time, so it was inevitable that you'd get caught in his line of fire."
So it's not entirely my fault- is what Kris' eyes are trying to say with all their glaring sarcasm.
"Now I'm really not supposed to interfere. What happens happens, right? But I don't know, you were pretty good in bed...and you actually used an acceptable amount of cologne, so I guess I'll..."
Excuse me, only pretty good? Kris scoffs internally, rather offended, but then White Rabbit pauses to look at him again, and this time his eyes have none of the flirty, inviting glimmer that first beckoned Kris; his brown eyes are gentle.
"...fix you."
He presses the pad of his right forefinger lightly against Kris' forehead, takes a deep breath, and says: "Free all."
The last thing Kris sees before losing consciousness are shimmering iridescent irises.