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can someone make a fanfic of leeknow with these pictures
and also “call out my name-the weeknd + one of the girls” for like inspo🙏 literally dont care what genre i just want this
TW: blood blood (no gore, just the word blood a lot) (is self-destructive knife-gripping considered gore?) knife, poison, talk of bad past, sidechanging backstabbing b!tch(?), pls vote on the poll or smt, idk, i'm desperate ig? no beta we die like cowards
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war had always plagued your life.
born to soldier parents in the middle of a cold war, taken away as a child and trained ruthlessly until you lost your humanity. you fought that last war, won that last, big fight, and almost lost your purpose. your biggest goal, your only goal had been accomplished, you had changed sides and saved those you could, redeeming yourself as much as possible. and bangchan found you. he had formed his team like this too, picking up strays and giving them hope ad family, something to live and fight for, something human.
but you just didn't know how to be human...
you were supposed to protect him.
you sit sprawled on the chair outside the infirmary doors, his blood still staining your clothes and face, the knife in your hand.
you grip it harder, the hilt isn't in your hand, the blade is. it cuts through your skin, presses for more blood, your blood. the two mix over your bloody, messy, dirty form.
yeah, you were supposed to protect him.
if you had been a second later, a single second more, he'd have been dead. killed.
the enemy's blood and his mix on your torso, yours adding into the mess in your palm.
the blood dribbles down your hands, some soaking your pants and some dripping on to the floor.
you can hear every drop hit the ground.
you can hear your heartbeat race in your ears, your breath rings in them.
you can't hear the outside world, the commotion behind the doors you're sat by.
some things went wrong. horribly wrong. you don't remember clearly, too buzzed from the poison still in your sytem.
you remember suddenly feeling too much, of every sense. feel the faux soothe of the taste in your mouth and a wave of white, calm electricity running through your veins after a drink that tasted differently then the alcohol added to it.
it hurt.
then it stopped.
and you still haven't snapped back to yourself yet. you couldn't feel anything, no sense of yours was working. everything was behind a glass globe of faux serenity.
they shout. they yell. they argue.
your hand tightens more on the blade, blood raining down your palm like a faucet.
you don't hear. you don't smell. you don't see. you look, but don't see. you hear, but don't understand.
everything is too quiet.
you're too hurt to panic about it.
the drug is still in your system.
"hyung she's hurt! she saved chan! she needs help!" changbin loudly pleaded with minho, the furious argument between almost everyone in the team only got tighter with tension at the fact that they knew nothing. why you changed sides, if you changed sides, if they could trust you.
why you helped chan. protected him.
and then got drugged with an array of somethings.
and now you were unresponsive. but alive. and chan was unconscious. but alive. and the team was in a panicked mess. and the second hyung still didn't take anyone's shit for safety.
"i'm locking her down. we can deal with it after chan wakes up."
"she's bleeding!" jeongin too, persists. "and she's still shaking, minho!" jisung, also.
felix was abnormally quiet.
even as jisung and jeongin insisted, even as changbin loudly and angrily demanded, even as hyunjin stayed quiet in conflict, felix didn't react. yet.
"hyung don't!"
"minho-hyung! please, come on! what if she dies?"
minho didn't listen as he walked out of the infirmary, heading straight towards you to grasp you by the collar, hauling you up to your feet to practically drag you to one of the cells - yes, cells. mostly used for torture and questioning - downstairs, ignoring half of the team trying to convince him, and the other half either torn between the two sides or stopping and slowing the opposing party.
you spend your locked hours in silence, blood making it up in your throat from the effects of the poison, but your body refuses to give up even in such a state.
your mind might be conflicted, but your body stayed true to its origin - unhuman and resilient.
it takes a disappointingly long time before you're visited.
chan. sat on a chair not too far from you, disheveled and still shaking from his unrested body fighting to stay awake or standing.
he's defenseless in this state.
he doesn't fear you, though. doubts your trust, yes, but doesn't fear you. it's more... respect, really.
you don't think you can move a finger let alone attack him any way - you don't even want to, honestly - , not in this state. bloody, pale, involuntary tremors shocking your body and cold sweat running down your skin.
he sits with his legs spread enough to lean down and brace his arms on his thighs, looking down at you with a mixture of emotions.
"... why did you.. save me." it's not necessarily a question or a demand, it sounds like he's asking for advice or whispering sweet nothings in a wounded animal's ear. or maybe that's just how he talks, soft-spoken and cautious.
or maybe you've already idolised him in your head. a saviour, a master worth serving, a friend, a brother.
a caring soul, first of all.
you stay silent, morese because you're unable to think of a reply. an answer.
truthfully, you don't know. why had you saved him? because he needed it? because you suddenly felt human? because you suddenly felt human when he looked at you like you were, and kept seeing you as so much more than a weapon, further and deeper down the mask of a soldier, a death machine?
the silence spans on for too long, but you know he's not getting impatient. he understands.
you want to etch thkse into your scalp and keep carving the words over and over until you go through your own skull.
he understands. he understands. he understands.
so much that you're starting to feel-
feel. relief? happiness? salvation? reverence? gratuity?
he understands, and he nods as he averts his gaze to not keep staring at you - thinking he might have made you a bit uncomfortable. maybe he did. maybe. you're starting to realise things about yourself you didn't know you knew.
"i.. listen," he shifts and slides further with a sigh, as if the five foot of distance between you made him inaudible or him scooching closer a few inches would change that - you can hear him perfectly well. i mean... as well as a poisoned superhuman soldier could.
"i want to help you." he continues, looking down at his feet once before turning his deep, thoughtful eyes back to you.
his words warm a part of you that died long ago.
you find your voice again, along with your answer.
"that's why.." you croak out through a mouthful of dried blood that feels like gravel in your windpipe.
he almost furrows his brows in confusion, lips parting to ask-
"why i saved.. you.." you cut him off.
it's incredibly hard to talk. not only because of the poison and the blood in your mouth, but because you've never talked.
not like this.
you weren't trained to talk. you weren't expected to, weren't asked to - the only thing you've done is kill. in the name of who, you lost count of.
your hands flex and go back lax in your lap, the blade lodged in your palm long gone.
"you're worth.. dying for. fighting.. for."
you don't know what you're saying, only that you mean it.
your heartfelt moment of weakness is cut short.
footsteps. you hear them before he does, eyes darting to the metal, heavy door before the figure comes to a stop outside and pulls the latch off to enter.
blond. freckles, angular, cute face and a button nose.
out of the two of you, he's more of a girl, more womanly than you are, with how he looks.
how he looks? straight from the heavens.
"felix." the face has a name now, as chan addreses him with concern or warning, but 'felix' doesn't pay it any mind.
ha has antiseptics and some sort of solution in his hands, gauze and a bottle of water. he rushes for you.
felix centric, gang and crime au, violence, idefk, like heavy themes, weapon-turned-human, somebody save me syndrome, felix is so bright this kicked animal has no choice but to succumb, chan as an older brother or a mentor figure, minho comes around eventually, the text includes their pics bc they're heavy on this piece and also bc i said so.
