there is a place where time stands still. some say it is best not to go near the center of time. life is a vessel of sadness, but it is noble to live life, and without time there is no life.
— next
soldiers who will fight, who will give it all up
in honor of my lady and baby don’t cry finally being released
Exo Battle Royale!Au
Poster Ver 2
kyungsoo is a wildcard because jongin finds minseok in sixteen pieces. seventeen, maybe eighteen or nineteen if he hadn’t stopped him. maybe even more.
“oh. it’s you.”
kyungsoo’s voice falls flat when he sees jongin stumble into his path, ar-15 still dripping with luhan’s blood. the grenades clack against each other on jongin’s belt when he comes to a standstill and kyungsoo straightens up, bloody from the waist down and jongin notices with a numb sort of jolt that there’s a scythe blade protruding from kyungsoo’s abdomen.
“come to finish me off, have you?” he asks.
“what happened to you?”
“baekhyun,” kyungsoo says. “would never have expected it, don’t you agree? soft little nancy swotty boy like him.”
“i thought you liked him well enough.”
“yeah. well, i thought lots of things,” kyungsoo says. his face is pallid, grey, the color of blood-drained livestock. “i thought i loved you.”
“kyungsoo, please, don’t.”
“don’t what? kill you? oh, don’t worry, i won’t. you beat me to that. no hard feelings, right?”
then kyungsoo moves so fast that jongin couldn’t have defended himself even if he wanted to. he yanks a small semiautomatic out of his belt and points it. the shot rings out and punches jongin in the face with an angry fist and it takes a moment for him to realize that there is no pain.
he turns and sees chanyeol falling to his knees, a bullet hole right between his eyes. he gurgles before falling facefirst into sanguine-tracked soil, motionless.
jongin turns back, life caught in his throat, but kyungsoo’s eyes are already dotted with the light of stars they cannot see.
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