☤ Healing Center

A fog-like blurriness surrounded her as Bom, with much difficulty, opened her eyes and squinted to adjust to the bright lights of the room shining down on her; she had to blink multiple times to finally get used to the feeling. She felt no pain and so much pain at the same time, as though there were no visible scars or bruises on her, it hurt to move the slightest bit. It was as if she hadn't moved for months.
'What year is it?' she thought as she turned her head, again with minutes of struggle, to face the wall of one of the rooms of the familiar Healing Center. 'How many games have passed? Where is everyone?'
Where is /L.Joe?/
Springing out of bed while completely ignoring the stinging soreness in such an impulsive action, Bom reached for the handle of the door and was out in the halls in record time. Aimlessly, she ran around looking for the slightest hint of the person she wanted, no, /needed/ to see the most. She knew that her efforts would most likely be useless, and yet continued to run around just to see anyone she knew. She didn't need to feel like a stranger to the place again.

He couldn`t speak, all he reacted with was his loudly moans and the emotionless stare at the scorpion. How could such a cruel man be so beautiful? I want to eat him. I want his blood steam out and he die. Normally he wouldn`t think that, yet, this would result to his hatred to him, even more than he felt disgusted by kai and Victoria. This man humiliated him, making him feel like this he possibly was. If he just had that knife, he could… “AAAH S-SIMON STOP!! STOP STOP !!! PLEASE I CAN`T HANDLE IT ANYMORE !!! I WILL DIE NOW !! PLEASE I DON`T WANT TO BE IN THE CAPITOLS ARMS ANYMORE:: STOP STOP !!! NO!! AAH “ The , his cries, tears of salt trailed down from his eye locks, downwards his face. He don`t want to leave the world twice, he was scared, shivering of fear. He was scared from , he was scared of the connection, he was scared of Simon. Then, it stopped. H-he didn`t die. He still laid there, completely traumatized, a blank widened stare into nowhere, he couldn`t move. He couldn`t feel himself. His thoughts was drained. “The next time you see me I want you to remember this exact moment” the man first announced in a whisper digging into the boys ear as his face was held up by the Scorpion. “The smells, the sound, but most importantly I want you to remember one thing. You are mine. No matter how hard or how much you may try to fight it, I will always own you. That is a promise.” I was his? Well, this power, how he easily took me, kwangmin couldn`t think of another option than just nod, he couldn`t think of another thought than just being hypnotized and forced in the only one option of just acknowledging the fact that he from now on belonged to Simon. The marks resulted so, those fleshing bite-marks, the sweat, and his words. “ Y-yes hyung, I`m yours… “ He replied, yet he thought he lied incredibly good there, even though the truth it, he thought of it as true, still the desire of killing his now forced master. God it was tempting. “I will kill you Simon, I WILL KILL YOU” he screamed after him, getting to senses again as he left and shakily, weak he stumbled out of the bed, hitting the cold hard ground, by a hit incredibly devastating. His tears steamed. And in the end, he ended up laying there, , ashamed, hopelessly unmovable and broken.


(PART 2 end)

He scares me, his utterly dark aura, this lustful expression of his. I can`t do anything, I can`t protect or fight back, I just have.. Have to let him use me up, play with my body and just, torture me, that was what I was good for. For the never-ending hits, pain that he forever lived for to earn pain and give pleasure. “I-It hurts” he hissed, as the neck was snatched by the claw of the elder, met by the lips contained poison. He wasn`t a cat, he was a scorpion, who stitched its liquid, paralyzing his body to be as nothing as a lifeless corpse. Kwangmin would die again, he would taste the merciless punishment of desiring he had thought would be the interaction between true love, yet also a tool of mentally persecution. How his fleshy, pink lips crashed into his, sharing the spit combined with his own, a sweet mixture collecting every trail of infections of teasing, these crumbling of and the warmth of the others against his skin, these touches who he longed for only by another man, it just, the thought made him sick of satisfaction, how unwillingly hardened and stuck up to hit the bulge hiding behind the fabric of the jeans of Simon`s. He could notice just by the size that it would be a beast hiding underneath, waiting to attack. His bites, soaking saliva, meeting the sensitive stiff s of his, forcing the younger to release his shrieking moans of pain. Yet he refused to scream Simon`s name, it would just make the last drop of pride to vanish, steam away. “Ngh… I-it tickles, s-stop it..I don`t want to die” he was whining like a kid, he knew the fright would choke him, trigger him to roll in the bed and cry and beg for mercy. He knew it about himself. Just, just thinking back “ The glitch” No, Minho, get out of my head, GET OUT OF MY HEAD !! Those beads, that building pain of pleasure, the last breath, no, no NONONONONO. Wait, was he witnessing simon`s exposing m-member? It had such a beautiful size, how could it fit the tight butthole? How could it? The dark brown haired young tribute bit his bottom lip, it itched, those marks, was that how it felt to get bitten? He must have been a pain in the thinking of his other side, thinking to the devil that would punish this old punk. If he didn`t thought wrong. This obsession about him, how he touched the boy`s lips, scanning his features as he was a treasuring item. Was he really that beautiful? Was he such a needy toy, a doll that would be by his side forever? Wait, no! HE WAS A HUMAN! RIGHT? RIGHT? Or was he really.. “am I a doll?” he wasn`t sure anymore, he couldn`t think, he would lose it now. The scent of sweat running down their skins, how his hips spread themselves with force from the other, and he felt those tight walls of his loosening up and the huge of his entered, ing inside of him, giving him pleasuring pain, those rumbling butterflies under his belly. Kwangmin couldn`t express or describe this unusual feeling, how this man used all his force to make the pain even more desiring, it was tight yet as it loosened up, bit by bit in such a terrifying way, he had to admit, it felt good in a hurting way. These sensations, blew his mind, yes, he couldn`t think straight, he just had to scream, those noises he never had thought he could create. Vulnerable towards the man, its just, those dark brown chocolate eyes he stared at, it would never leave him, along with the seducing voice of his, this smell, it would hunt him, making him feel all fuzzy and warm around him. He wanted him to stop, yet at the same time, his blushes of how much he incredibly wanted it harder. Stupid body, it was so needy and easily convincing. Man, he was a living doll. Minwoo would never trust him again, was it therefore he left? The phase was rough, fast and it would possibly by know loosen him all up, resulting to a blank stare to the boy as he couldn`t think of even doing an easy action as closing his eyes, he just stared at the boy, un movable longing.
(part 1 )

@D01♙Hyorin♥♡❦ A mass variety of dishes could be chosen at the Healing Center's cafeteria. The Capitol had at least given its tributes the luxury of practically eating anything they wanted. He turned to face Hyorin and tilted his head. After a bit of thought, he decided, "I think I'll get a large Beef Noodle Stew and a slice of lemon pie for dessert." A hearty bowl of beef and noodles would surely satisfy his stomach. The sweet and succulent lemon pie could simply not be turned down. Soon after, he ordered his dish and carried the tray to a table. Settling down, his stomach growled with envy. “Mm there’s nothing like Capitol food, right?” He grinned, grabbing the metal chopsticks and preparing to gorge down the savoury stew.

@D♗Kwangmin☯ “You think you can intimidate me” The blonde said letting go of the smaller male and standing up straight, untangling his hair from the boy hands. “you have no idea what in store for you now my marionette” The district seven tribute Laughed, amusement crossing his face. One thing simon hated more than anything was to be challenged and threated he hated having the things he wanted most dangeled in front of his face and then yanked away. The audacity the male had to threaten him, made simon’s blood boil. If the doll wanted to be ed hard, so be it, Simon would be happy to oblige. He would take the male and use him up, controlling and ravaging every part of his body until he had him screaming for mercy Grabbing the boy by the neck Simon crashed his lips on to the mouth of Kwangmin sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. Each kiss littered on the smaller male was stronger and harder than the last imprinting his passion onto the boy. The front of his jeans, loose only seconds ago, grew tight and rigid as his body prepared to take what he had been longing for. With a shove Simon pushed the boy backwards onto the bed and climbed on top, his large body pinning kwangmin down to the spot. Seeing the boy underneath him was pure bliss. The exposed milky skin an exquisite treat to behold. Leaning forward simon put his lips to the creamy skin his tongue leaving a thin trail of saliva on the boy’s chest stopping at his pink s. A masculine hand played at the corner of Kwangmin’s lips, the feeling of plum flesh on his fingertips as he bit down on the males chest . Simon wanted the boy to suffer, to be overcome with pain and pleasure, and to submit fully. After all hadn’t he asked for it.

Sitting up Simon fiddled with his belt before slipping it off and dropped it on the bed next to the doll. The button on the front of his trousers was the next thing to come undone as his hands slid his pants down, exposing his now . Grabbing the boy’s hips, Simon slid the brunette closer, the longing to have the boy growing by the minute. A moan escaped the flaxen haired male’s mouth as he entered Kwangmin, his manhood consumed by the boy’s tightness. Slowly the blonde began ing with in the boy. Each , gradually building in speed, contained the males longing. the pleasure Simon felt having Kwangmin below him, control the boy’s body and having his way with him, was immense. The rhythmic movements, once steady , began to lose consistency as Simon began to lose control. His large hand made their way around Kwangmin’s neck and tightend around it , as the speed of his hips began to pick up. The slowly turned into a sort of pounding as the pace quickened even more and reached an alarming swiftness, Simon’s hands gripping even tighter on the boys neck. If Kwangmin wanted to be ed Simon would be happy to indulge him. Simon would screw the boy until he couldn’t think anymore, until every threat that had come from his mouth was drowned out and replaced with the boy’s screams of pleasure.

The room once quiet had become filled with a cacophony of moans, grunts and sighs as Simon had his way with the boy. The skin porcelain and beautiful was now littered with teeth makes , showing Simon’s lust and greed. Each bite mark scattered on the flesh laying claim on to the boy, marking the blonde’s ownership, effectively telling the world that Kwangmin belonged to him. The pressure within the district seven male was building, it wouldn’t be long until he reached his ultimate . Each movement wilder and harder than the last served to remind the boy that no matter where he would go he would belong to simon. Hunger , desire and Perspiration coated his Simon’s body in a thick layer as he reached the final stage of lust. With a grunt Simon he poured himself into the male, everything he had was left inside of the boy. his passion, all of his rage, and his greed for the boy, were left inside leaving his last mark of ownership deep in a place only the two of them would know.

Standing up Simon slipped his pants back up around his waist done with the boy for the moment. Casting a sideways glance at the doll, used up and littered on the bed, Simon leaned in close and gripping the boy’s face. “The next time you see me I want you to remember this exact moment “ The blonde whispered the smell of and perspiration emanating from his skin “the smells, the sound , but most importantly I want you to remember one thing. You are mine. No matter how hard or how much you may try to fight it, I will always own you. That is a promise.” Standing up Simon straightened the front of his shirt and turned his back to the marionette still on the bed and made his leave of the room. Knowing that this wouldn’t be the last he saw of the boy, His Kwangmin.

@D05♙Gikwang The air conditioned hallway, automatically felt better, her sticky, salty skin, feeling instantly relieved by the cool wind that clung onto her. She was sore in some places, it didn't hurt too much, but she wasn't oblivious to it. Though he wasn't the best at hand to hand combat, he did have potential, his hits hadn't gone through much, or hurt compared to her fathers, but if he was able to hit her- in which there were some cases, they caused her to become dazed for a moment- stunned from the impact, and how much it hurt. Untying her hair, and combing her fingers through, she let the long strands flow, letting them loosely behind her back, and part of her shoulder. They soon reached the cafeteria, the smell of the luxurious food welcoming her nose. With her eyes close to the menu, due to poor eyesight.- She decided what she wanted, then turning to Gikwang after. "A mango smoothie and some Sushi. Not the healthiest- but it is filling." It was true-. In all honesty, she didn't like the more healthier choices, or well vegetables. Fruits- she was fine with, but she despised vegetables, though growing up she was forced to eat them. See hated them now too, although the sushi had some vegetables, but more of the ones she liked. She understood why she needed to eat them, Dropping her thoughts on vegetables- she turned to face him, her head tilted in curiosity to see what he was to be eating, so she asked him, her eyes flickering, knowing maybe this way she could learn more about him.

@D01♙Hyorin♥♡❦ The atmosphere of the Healing Center was a great contrast to that of the sparring arena. Fresh and exhilarating, merely breathing its air could make a tribute feel better. Gikwang hadn't suffered any serious wounds from their sparring session, but it left him exhausted and especially hungry. Hyorin was an exceptional sparring partner. With little hand-to-hand combat experience, he had definitely lost the majority of their fight. The sparring session left Gikwang pondering on how she'd been trained and which District she called home. That talk could be saved for their meal. Walking through the lobby, they approached the cafeteria counter. The smell of luxury capitol food made Gikwang's taste buds tingle. However, he still hadn't decided on his meal. "What are you ordering?" he asked.

@D07♙Simon♥
“You`re mine, and mine alone” echoes of his seducing yet deep bass voice digging deeply into his ears. It would hunt him forever as the words of glitch as he was. Imperfect of a mess of his corrupted personality, how capitol tried to perfectize his morals, change his desires to a cruel hit straight to his visions of nightmares. Those deadly slices of his blades straight through his heart, his veins, how his blood had become his shield and enemy, only to lose the lead of his own body, his own choices. “Chip, I wish you were back to protect me, to protect my filthy body with no wit. I want to lose it, so my body won`t be a victim of the pleasure it craves. I don`t want to die as I have so many to protect, please get rid of this pathetic mind” he muttered so deeply under the breath of the other who had him completely in his grip. Yet, memories of the day this circle of gold came to him. His lovers, no, wait… “My ring” it was over now. He had no arguments against this old man`s mighty words which crushed and strikes through his helpless prayers. It’s cold, icy frost declaring its entrance as it shivered all over the hair of the younger`s figure, making goose bumps appear as he shamefully searched for warmth in the embrace of the other. He let his hands trail around the waist of the muscular structure of the man. How he hungered for kwang, declaring his ownership of his. It was odd to him. How needy he was, it was weird. He never understood the love people poured for him. How people made love with him so easily, how they exposed their truth self to him as he was the most trustworthy young boy ever, or the easiest feast of their pleasure. Trails of kisses, shaking underneath, shocked as he widened his eyes. Would he die of this again? Would his body comfortably be soulless as he sells it again, give himself in to this pressure of ual action. He had been through so much, yet always thought the beauty was given to his twin, yet there were identical, kwangmin was always the one who was the outcast. But now, now was he the ice cream after the dinner, the top of the frosting everyone fought for. Am I this delicious? Am I such a everyone can earn? God I have no dignity left. He stared deeply into those desiring cursed man of Aphrodite, how his lusts exposed the true nature of his façade. “Do you really want to peek underneath the cover, to see the boy who lives behind my aura. “ He smirked, noticing a knife. Yes knife! Please he had to reach for it, to earn strength, to lose his emotions and go through this complete. He just, can`t die again. “That was how I died in the first place. By the pleasure, almost yet it felt so good, that I was nothing left but a corpse. Be a part of my life and if I get out of it alive…” he used his fingers to grip tightly against the locks of the male, bringing him closer, almost shutting their space between their lift, half closed eyes glancing down to those red lips. “ me as hard you can and I make sure you will suffer in the games, wouldn`t that be fun? Seeing me covered in blood and slowly eating you up in the end? “ he laughed, still, the madness within him haven`t appeared of his desires of his other half, yet his sure knew how to portray this other him, it was fun, exciting, and it shown how strong he was, his only strength was to lure the boys, scaring them by using their desires against them. The they know would come through, sharing their souls and kwangmin would soon know their weaknesses. He will kill this man when he get the chance, without his robotronic equipment’s, with his shield of body and other half, he would drink this man`s blood, expose his true self to the people of capitol and trail off his skin to only make him burn in the flames of the sun. “You will die in my arms hyung, if you choose the real me”

@D♗Kwangmin☯ “You’re mine, and mine alone”. The words, Simon’s own words, seemed to echo in his head. The steady repetition of the phrase creating an infinite loop of words, repeating, mirroring and echoing back to the blonde. The sentence had revealed the only option to the boy. Kwangmin would be his, there were no other options, no other choices, there would be no debates or bargaining, and no reasoning with the blonde.. His mind was already made up, The brunette, alluring, handsome, and fascinating, would be his property, and his alone. The words coming from the boy’s lips meant nothing to Simon. They were just phrases chosen at random , strung together into sentences without meaning or reason. Each protest as insignificant as the last and each excuse ignored like the previous one. Simon had made up his mind and would have his way, whether the boy liked it or not.

“Engaged?” The district seven tribute spoke as his hand grabbed the wrist of Kwangmin, examining the ring on his finger. The fact that the boy thought a ring, small and insignificant would change his mind amused the blonde. “Didn’t I tell you that you’re mine now, this ring means nothing to me” The male stated, slipping the ring off of the boy’s finger and tossing it to the ground for emphasis. “Nothing before this moment right here means anything to me.” Simon said, locking eyes with kwangmin.

The look of hunger was evident on Simon’s face as he stared at Kwangmin. The hand that had previously been gripping Kwangmin’s wrist released it and slid gradually down the boys chest before coming to a stop at the bottom of his shirt. long fingers nimbely played with the edge of the fabric before pulling it roughly over the dolls head, leaving him fully exposed. Simon’s mouth connected to the exposed collar bone of the marionette his mouth savoring the flavor of Kwangmin. With each kiss the sweet taste of skin lingered on the blonde’s tongue and The honeyed tang of the smaller tribute satisfying simon, his thirst quenched for the moment. lips roughly trailed kisses up the slender neck of the doll, each kiss bring simon closer to the edge.


A Yearning strong and forceful, traveled through the blonde’s brawny body, as his grip tightened on the smaller male in front of him. The heat of the boy’s body overwhelmed him, and filled him with lust. Their bodies, separated by the thinnest of fabrics, were pressed together in a makeshift puzzle. Each of them forming seamlessly into each other. The district seven male wanted the small boy in front of him, in a way he hadn’t wanted someone in a long time. Simon needed to own the boy, to use him up, and to leave his mark on the porcelain skin that enticed him so much. He wanted to take Kwangmin as his and consume him, he wanted to know the handsome doll’s body fully , to go places no one else would ever be able to go after he was done.

@D07♙Simon♥ “Pff of course I am, don`t you see it? I somehow thought you would have recognized my face from the previous games…. Or did my lack of mechanical equipment’s confuse you? These blinding games, foolish enough to even trick a hungry cat, seeking for answers. Laughter filled the room with his sound of barking and snorting. The petite male just glanced at the facial and thoracic muscles which was involved, how as well as abdomen and extremities made the sounds, how the smiling of his increased, covering this first so calm and indifferent expression. Like this turn out of event, a two shaped prodigy formed its new aspect of aura. This sudden encounter, the closing gape between their bodies as the silk slid down his fair skin, revealing his slender figure opening up for this breezy aroma of this golden haired elder, the sense of his delicate lips almost a purblind separation hindering them to meet. This eerie congelation of his skeleton, stiff of nervousness choking Kwangmin as this filthy hand trailed across his waist, how its flourished movement was so roughly bringing him closer, to meet the crimson shade of its brown eyes, dimming to the dark of the shadows representing him. “W-why joking around…. L-let go of me” he hissed, finding this action of obsession towards him suiting yet deterring at the same time. Golden locks of hair brushed against his neck, Simon`s heavy breath indicating his tensed excitement. Why in the world would this completely strange, still alien to him find his individual so compelling? Furrowed eyebrows adjusting the line of his angle of the orbs, staring deeply into this boy`s rich design looking like a living statue, how it must have been struggling to create and sketch this man. Filled with saliva, engaging the mouth to be locked, gulping agitation, butterflies terrorizing his system as the elders husky deep rumbling voice made his stomach trembling of his innocent of pure fear. This man truly intended to objectify him, to keep him as a retrieving prize! A shade of red engraved his thin cheeks. “Y-yours?” No, stop sounding like a coward Kwang.. Stay strong! “ Haven`t you seen my ring! I`m egaged!” he snarled at the boy, biting his bottom lip as his eyes shut down. To defy the unctrolled sensation of his hormones, abusing his awakened brain. “ I know I`m not the prettiest among them all, but isn`t this a little too needy?” he chuclked, hoping this small joke would lead this trap to a settling end.
This muscular broad shouldered man, his aura so nice, so calm. Somehow a part of him wanted to embrace it, seek comfort after all this misery who occurred him, while another screamed to reject that offer, to run and hide and never achieve any source of human contact ever again. He recognized this husky voice, a voice that searched for a connection far beyond his wit of other ways to describe love, but also to torture and use the only pleasure to assassinate him. “ I don`t intend to be yours. SO GET THOSE ING HANDS OFF ME!” he growled, attempting to pull away, yet his strength compared to the others was a disappointing scale of difference. He was helpless, he actually, he actually had to forfeit this match, perhaps, even obey him, as he knew that this man could mean his true death. He could be captured, frozen into the oxygen free cage, like a bird forever in the claws of the luring graceful cat. Its fur so silky and soothing. With eyes so tempting to not avoid, either face its snuggly face, and this man, he seemed so nice, so gentle, only true darkness lived within him. A black cat, filled with bad luck, and he who was so sweet, sweet poison there is.

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@D♗Kwangmin☯ The sudden change in the other, Subtle and almost unnoticeable, lasted for mere moments as he spoke. The words seemed to hang in the air for a few moments halting Simon’s response. The pungent odor of deceit filling the room, before being replaced with something else, something more unidentifiable. “You’re Kwangmin?” The blonde asked more to himself than to the boy on the bed, as his voice came out strained and low filled with interest within. Through squinted eyes Simon peered at the cocooned brunette currently sitting on the bed. Fascination and intrigue became infused in the low chortling sound coming from the blonde’s mouth as he began laughing briefly at the situation. The Kwangmin he had been in search for was in the very room as him the whole time.
Just as quickly as the change had taken place it was seemingly gone. Simon watched the male on the bed with a certain mix of curiosity and some other unexplainable emotion. The boy’s plump lips played with the blanket’s edge, with absent minded fascination, and revealed a flicker of his small rosy tongue. His eyes that had, just a few seconds ago , been challenging had returned to their heavy lidded and calm state, revealing the innocence and naivety that Simon had been accustomed to. This boy was an enigma; complex different and unique, he was unlike any other person Simon had met before, and that alone piqued his interest.
A few more strides brought Simon directly in front of kwangmin. The pink color in his lips, plush and supple, was even more evident to simon from up close than from his previous distance. Masculine hands took a hold of the silk covering and pulled it away slowly, revealing the male inch by inch before carelessly tossing it onto the floor. Simon’s breath caught in his throat as he eyed kwangmin. The boy, previously covered by the silk covering, was now fully exposed to Simon, the cloth no longer shielding or protecting him from the blonde. Clad in only a t-shirt that provided only minimal coverage the male looked breath taking. Thin and diminutive, Kwangmin was more like a doll than an actual person. His porcelain legs long and thin were the first thing that Simon noticed as his eyes traveled up Kwangmin’s body and stopping at his eyes.
Simon’s right hand took a hold of the boy’s collar and drew him in, close enough that Simon was able to see the Goosebumps forming on Kwangmin pronounced collar bones. Wrapping his left hand around Kwangmin’s waist Simon pressed the boy’s upper body to his, making sure the other couldn’t back away. A thin layer of saliva coated Simon’s lips as his tongue quickly danced across it, the heat from the thin male emanating into him. The aroma of the male drove Simon’s senses wild; he had a smell that was unlike anything the blonde had smelled before. Alluring, fragrant and soothing, Simon placed his face into the boy’s neck , took a deep breath and inhaled, taking his fill of the scent.
“What did I want to tell you?” The fair-haired male asked, his voice low and deep , as he backed away from Kwangmin’s neck and closer to the males ear. “You’re mine. From this point on, you’re mine and mine alone” he uttered to the boy, as his lips brushed against Kwangmin’s ear.

@D07♙Simon♥

Talk with me? “Why?” rumbled the younger so eagerly desperate for answers, glancing down to the blanket. So tender of the spots of his death, just by traveling back to the even which occurred his sight to fade into black, triggered the male`s mind of the sweet pleasure he got to explored before his great yet shameful death. How the vicious man above his vibrating self. It sure amused him, chuckling silently to himself just by thinking of it. How he could simply die of something so pathetic like the feelings of pure . Did Minho desired to punish him that badly for his ual activity at the great games. That his actions of a sweet mix between the satisfaction of his nature as well with the sin of being fed by the skin of his own race? Or the fact that he was special? That he was in all eternity a piece of their wicked experiments, a source of entertainment which contained a body built on half mechanical equipment’s. And now, he wasn`t any more than a regular piece, losing his special abilities of spotting the secrets inside a human body, spotting figures in long ranges, yet, his ear that still looked humanly, well, it somehow, or well he didn`t really know if the specialty of his hearing was remained in the final surgery. Back to the track of the nearing elder, gulping nervously over the statement of his interest in the true him. Should he confess his true identity? Should he choose to trust this man? His lips, dehydrated by the rigid situation he chose to reveal himself. Probably because he was tired of this façade, basically because he didn`t needed his brother help. He was Jo Kwangmin for god sake. And this person wasn`t a part of the capitol, he presumed. “ So, Simon, what do you want to tell me? I`m here, safe and sound as a living I am” his tone changed to a more challenging, yet questioning, with a suspicious expression directing to the male. It was a risk indeed, but Kwangmin had been through so much, having a conversation with a stranger was a usual term of his. Should he try? Earning bravery and confident by his so called alter ego? His so dear yet frightening image of himself which was designed and sampled into his brain? Should the great red fill his lips with rubbish words containing of ual related threats and wishes of the human flesh? No, it would be too revealing in case of peacekeepers arrival to lock him behind four walls again. Besides, the matter of this boy being a threat wasn`t even an option. He seemed too nice and polite so far of his impression of the man. Perhaps it was just him, or the fact that he found the man pretty fascinating, and quite good looking. Frankly didn`t he add the fact that he didn`t know where his two faithful fiancés were, if they might have forgotten him. Or they just didn`t know the cruel truth about capitols stunt of murdering someone behind the games. Gently tugging against his blanket up to his rounded lips, sticking out his tongue barely to print a kiss onto its nice fabric, so nice, so warming, he just felt for sleeping honestly. To rest his beat up figure, an exhausting soul, not even bother having the male`s presence watching over him as he laid down covered in its nice silky fabric. All he hoped for now was that Fei arrived from her task and they could get away from this place, still it seemed that the peacekeepers didn`t roamed around in this rooms.

@D♗Kwangmin☯ Simon’s question seemed to hang in the air as the mood in the room shifted from hesitation to a unusual new disposition. The familiar fragrance of uncertainty hung in the air as the porcelain figure on the bed muttered his response. ‘Peculiar’ Simon thought as his body, positioned only a few meters away from the boy on the bed, inched a few steps forwards. The response given to such a simple question was strange. Although the answer given was straight forward Youngmin’s eyes, large and expressive, showed that he hid a secret and that there was more to the story than he was revealing. Secrets were however something Simon knew and understood well. To others the broad shouldered male came off as an Enigma. Cold; unfeeling ; and a man of few words Simon lived his life wrapped up in the safety of his own secrets. Despair, abandonment, loss, and disappointment made up the foundation for the dark work of art that was the tapestry of his life. Yes Simon understood very well the sadness and confusion that had taken over the young boy’s expression and that’s why something within the elder that he hadn’t felt in a long time was triggered when Youngmin asked him a question.

To be frank the question caught Simon off guard. "Why do you want to find Kwangmin so badly?" seemed to echo in his mind like a mantra, or a taunt. Why did he want to find this Kwangmin so badly, what was it about the simple name written on a bawled u, discarded, and long forgotten napkin that seemed to compel the man to come all of the way here? Could it be he was bored and just decided to come all the way here for fun? Or maybe he had overheard something about the boy around the training center and decided to seek him out. Or could it be something else, something unexplainable, a strange feel , that made Him blindly follow words crudely written on a napkin to find a man he had never met before, and as much as he hated it , he knew this was the answer. But Simon couldn’t say that even if he wanted to. To say this aloud would be revealing his weakness and vulnerability, it would be stripping back the walls he had carefully constructed over the span of 26 years, and Simon wasn’t ready for especially in front of a male he had only met moments ago. So instead The blonde did what he had become accustomed to and lied.

“I just…” hesitation filled the air as the able-bodied man ponder how to go on, his mouth suddenly turning dry under the scrutinizing eyes of the male in front of him.” I Heard word about him from the training center adjust wanted to speak with him about something” Simon said his voice trailing off before locking eyes with Youngmin . ”but I guess that’s no longer possible”

The question was pretty simple for the younger to sample. Like, why would such an unknown man stranger look for kwangmin ? They had nothing related at all, they didn't know one another. The questions the elder man asked, filed with the nicest perfume of curiosity. Making the fragile boy all nervous yet worried. " I don't know, all I know is that he died after the games, at the training center. I don't know how or when, since I probably was dazed out unconscious at the healing center." Ofc he knew how himself died, but as the facade of his older twin wouldn't he know. No one knew. Except himself and the guilty one. Staring blankly down, fudged by the thought of the event that hunted his mind, corrupted by images of blood, a sinister smile and this fascination of his half robotronic side back then. Now it seemed like he was completely normal. Well at least on the outside. He was clueless about hi obsession with the red liquid running through our veins, the delicate flesh of the human body. Still clueless of that side still cursed him. Only people who knew kwangmin could difference the twins, youngmin. Was taller, and even more smooth in his facial appearance. A prince compared to the outcast in the family. Youngmin usually had lighter hair as well, and smaller eyes. Kwangmin was just, well the immature little one, and still he couldn't protect his family from harm. Only be a huge shame of the family I front of district 11. He never really accomplished to gain his pride back, neither did he have dignity left either. Sometimes he just forgot it, and as a result he earned someone. He loved, and he didn't care if it was same gender, he didn't care if he shown his body filled with scars on his back, resembling the pain from his home. Yes, another thing youngmin didn't have. The scars, and the new designed biological pieces which was the new kwangmin after he woke up from his eternal sleep. Something he wondered, did the others knew how kwangmin died, or were they also clueless about it, left with no logic explanation. So poor with information from the latest month, he didn't even know how his loved ones was. If they still were alive, or if they were ok. " why do you want to find kwangmin so badly?" He asked, filled with an scanning tone. Curious about this alien.

@D♗Kwangmin☯ “Dead?” Simon muttered, the word feeling heavy and thick in his mouth. The sudden urge to laugh out loud at the situation caught Simon by surprise. All this scheming and creeping around had been in search for someone who was dead, and nothing more than a corpse in the ground rotting beneath the earth’s surface, the whole thing was utterly ridiculous. Simon stared once again at the male in front of him , eyes searching the other for any kind of evidence of a lie or falsehood , instead he was just met with the same nervous energy he had somewhat become accustomed to. Still as he watched his aquantiance's adams apple raise and fall he had an urging feeling that the boy was holding something back, and he intended to find out what it was.

A palm rested awkwardly behind the blonde’s neck in the pantomime of embarrassment, that didn’t truly exist. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize” Simon said, his face twisting into an unaccustomed expression of compassion and his voice sounding too fake even to his own ears. Internally he pondered on how to proceed, The situation at hand was tricky , if he said the wrong thing he could scare the boy away for good, But if he didn’t push the issue he might not ever find the answer he was searching for. “If you don’t mind, could I ask how he died” Simon said after a while . deciding to test how much the delicate boy would be willing to tell him.

@D07♙Simon♥ “I’m looking for someone by the name of Kwangmin, do you know him?” . He said what? He actuall searched after me! No, no this couldn't be true, he was supposed to be dead, no one should now about his existence by now, or at least they should only know the lie about his corpse being trapped between his walls. Eyes flickered at the older man, wondering why he was so interested in him. Tensed muscles tightened, with veins popping out of the red flowing in his body. A wreck of nervousness choking the atmosphere. " you talk about my twin. . However, why are you interested in finding a dead boy?" He asked, his voice raspy cracked of fear for him to figure out his true identity. Slender fingers tugged to the blanket, it's fabric of silk tickled his body with vibes of comfort. Simon a man filled with mystery, why searching for a dead boy from district eleven. Truly he never knew why,and the anxious terrifying feeling that this man had more in his intentions than just small talk. Forms of his figure twirled them into a ball, a desire to leave as fast as possible, yet his unpowered weak muscles wasn't completely recovered for months of sleeping. Gain of strength and power, so highly needed. The younger bit his lip, gulping so you could see the Adam Apple move up and down his throat, what to do, what to do?!

@D♗Kwangmin☯ Simon stood in front of the smaller male on the bed making sure to keep at a safe distance, so as to not frighten the other. From his vantage point in front of the hospital bed he was granted a better view of the males face. The way Youngman’s features fitted together on his face like a puzzle, painted the picture of true innocence and naivety. Simon however was a stark opposite to the man in front of him. Any youthfulness Simon may have had to his appearance was gone and faded, in its place was the harden face of a twenty-six year old who had experienced the hardships of life. Once lustrous eyes were now dull, unfeeling, and guarded much like the blond they belonged to.

Heavy lidded eyes traveled down the rooms original occupant‘s and rested on a long and slender neck with skin almost inhumanly porcelain. Unconsciously Simons tongue played at the left corner of his mouth as the young man spoke to him again. His eyes were locked onto the enveloped figure on the bed and never wavered.
“ Actually I am” The golden haired man said. “I’m looking for someone by the name of Kwangmin, do you know him?”

Trembled skills ran through his spine of the Extraneous vibe his dep voice, somehow this warm shade of safety portrayed in front of him,me figure neared dangerously, out of curiosity he positioned himself closer. " yeah, nice to meet you I guess" a shaky yet soft voice pictured the youngers confusion and unsureness towards this golden sculpture. This every feeling shattering him, he wasn't youngmin. He was kwangmin, b hearing his twin name labeled on his character. Hesitating, slowly he slid thief abridged over his head down, revealing his huge eyes, smooth skin, such an innocent look on a boy who had experience far beyond a persons expectations.

His black haired, covering his dark brown eyes, so rich of the color pigments, so fair, and so questioning that the puzzled pieces not really flew together. This man, who now dazzled in the dim light, muscular construction. His sharp shaped jawline, thick lips, he seemed older, mature indeed. He seemed to be nice. He hoped, he couldn't take any chances , in case the turn out of it would cost him his life. " was there anything you were looking for? " the black haired child asked. Thinking he could might help the other. It was probably not anything important since he seeks after something inside a hospital room. Snuggling to the blanket, folding it tighter around his torso, breathing calmly as white air displayed through his mouth. It sure was cold in here.

@D♗Kwangmin☯ The sound of the Youngmin’s voice was expectantly meek, as if speaking over a whisper would cause some sort of catastrophe. What could have happened to this boy, Simon wondered, to make him so, so, fragile . Fragile, a more perfect word to describe the male on the bed couldn’t be found, no matter how hard one would search. A hunched back and legs brought up to his chest painted the perfect picture of the boy and made his self-consciousness even more evident. His doe eyes revealed far more than words ever could and the terror and distress evident in them indicated that he would have to approach this situation with caution, one of the things he wasn’t very good at.

If he was going to get any kind of information out of the auburn haired boy, Simon concluded, he had to first get him to let his guard down. So with a slight cough Simon cleared his throat before he began to speak. “Me? My name is Simon, it’s nice to meet you Youngmin” He said adding a smile for effect. The sound of his own voice came to a shock to him. The words coming from his mouth were foreign and unfamiliar even to him. His typical tone usually nothing more than a few grunts complimented with tough and punishing words had been traded in for a much kinder one. His deep and rough voice had changed and was now smoothed out while taking on a comforting quality in tandem and he couldn’t help but wonder if the other male was buying his charade.

“You know you don’t have to be afraid I’m not here to hurt you” The blond said, testing his luck and taking a three more steps towards the bed and it’s frightened inhabitant.

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@D07♙Simon♥ He had nowhere to go, actually, he was stuck, trapped like a bird in a cage while the cat was waiting to slaughter its wings and spit out the feathers. The slender figure, surrounded by the darkness tugging against its skin, unable to connect his face with a known one. How his long legs carried his upper body so gracefully across the room. The male seemed to look for something, yet had no luck. By all kwangmin knew, could this stranger be a peacekeeper in disguise, or wait, without the armor, in attempt to lure the living corpse out of its hiding place. Rebellious actions performed just by having his fragile figure in a bed, packed in like a present with the soft blanket over. The black haired male grit his teeth, shivering not only by fear yet by the breezy air that curled up his toes, stiffened the limbs of his body there he sat. Oh no! The alien stopped!

He was doomed now! What to do, what to do! He thought, closing his eyes as it were the only protection of the curiosity striking him every time he had an encounter with another presence. The small shade of light, revealed through the chink of the curtains, revealing its golden shade of the wavy hair of such a noble creature. He seemed to majestic, straight up with the back, his chest directed out, basically a standard posture for a man full of pride. His bass filled voice enrolled the room, cutting the silence so nicely as he directed a question towards the caterpillar of a blanket.

“uhm… Youngmin” yes, he lied. What else could he be able to think of in this kind of situation. He couldn`t reveal his true identity to this male, his presence had to be secret for now, that’s why he borrowed his older twin name. After all, they were quite similar, so for all he knew, so could he actually be youngmin. He just wished that this turn out of an action didn`t affect his beloved brother in some sort of way. He never intended to bring trouble thrown at his brother. His anxious breath, his crispy voice, shattered by the lack of air as it almost felt like a whisper. Who was this man? Did he dare to ask? “And you?”

@D♗Kwangmin☯ With a soft click the door behind Simon closed, temporarily sealing him within the confines of the room. With a slight turn of his body the flaxen haired male twisted the lock on the door to stop any uninvited guest from entering the room while he began his search for whatever was intended for the recipient of the note. With a sigh Simon cleared his mind, The adrenaline that had been pumping through his body on his way to the room was now beginning to fade back in to obscurity. Any second guessing or hesitations the blonde may have had earlier about following the words on a bawled up piece of paper, would have to wait. Instead the task at hand took precedence in his mind.

What Simon had expected when he came into room was nowhere near what he got we looked around it. Instead of filing cabinets lining the walls he got simple cabinets, instead of computers he got chestnut brown chairs with old upholstery, the room was nothing but emptiness. Or so he thought.

Simon took a step into the room and stopped, in the corner of the room on top of the bed was a bundled figure and to his shock they were staring right at him. Simon flinched . He hadn’t expected to see someone else inside of the room, and quite frankly he didn’t know what to do if he encountered someone else .From a first glance Simon couldn’t tell if the individual was male or female. The smooth skin and supple lips gave the face a sort of feminine quality, while the chiseled jawline and gave it a masculine appeal . But something about the eyes was different and strange And Simon found himself enchanted by them.

Long legs carried the golden haired male farther into the room. Each step he bringing him closer to the bed, Stopping only a few meters from the bed. “What’s your name” Simon finally spoke , his bass voice barely sounding loud and out of place in the eerily quiet room.

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@D07♙Simon♥ So boring! He thought, rolling the blanket around his fragile body, his limbs so weak, skin so pale, he basically was a living corpse. He hoped, that he would regain his normal state of color. Fei, said he had to stay low, that no one should know that he was alive. Or at least, it was obvious. They were on the run, still he was stuck in this room, he didn`t even dare to walk out, because of the risk of being busted, taken by the peacekeepers. He wondered. Would she be ok? Would she come back for him? OF COURSE SHE WOULD RIGHT? The enormous stakes, a passionate soul who saved his unimportant life. He owed that girl so much, yet he could do little.

The younger sat up, staring into a mirror he found on the table next to him. In great shock, he noticed. A change he had been highly wished for a very long time. “My eye” he muttered. It was finally back, or at least, looking human looking. It probably was some sort of glass eye, or whatever the capitol`s great technology had been making, but they made him normal again. Did this mean? His misery was over? The unreasonable desire of blood was finally over? Could Kwangmin eat normal food at last and see injuries without making them worse. Finally be able to stop thinking about the great bitterness which were pumped within his veins.

“Someone`s here” he thought, immediately sliding the blanket over his head, curled into a ball and with sharpened eyes stared at the door. The figure, broad-shouldered, tall, it was a male. He didn`t have those curvy delicate figures of a female. It was more masculine, muscles dominating his body. The black haired younger had difficulties of spotting his features of his face. If only he had a better hiding plan. He would get busted now, and he didn`t have much of clothes of choice, only this annoying long green shirt. Which brought bad luck to him.

@D♗Kwangmin☯ A lone figure traveled down the corridor in silence , each step casting his shadow far down the hallway in a way that reminded the male of a grim reapers cape. the gentle, low, hum of florescent lights above was the only sound accompanying the stranger as he made his way to his point of destination and set his nerves at ease. To any outsider looking in the blond looked like every other tribute on his way for a pregame checkup. Simon, however, had a agenda to attend to in the healing center, and a pre-game physical was the last thing on his list.

Each turn he took led him deeper and farther within the building and closer to his target and effectively fed his curiosity. His presence wasn't notice by many as traversed the building , and those who did take notice only looked at him through heavy lidded eyes, too worried about their own existence to give him as much as a second glance, continued on their way. Simon , although not extremely found of caution, knew that the situation at hand need to be handled with care . One false could prove disastrous and in effect deadly.

Soundlessly and seamlessly the blond with the untamed hair turned another corner , silently rejoicing that he hadn't encountered a single gaurd in his journey, and finally came to a halt. hopefully outside of his intended destination. Fishing his hand into the left pocket of jeans , Simon fished out a crudely written map on the back of a wrinkled napkin.The handwriting ,small and sloppy, proved even more difficult to read then it had earlier in the when he found it bawled up an forgotten on the side of a trash bin, not that there was much to be read on the paper. On the paper, in handwriting far too little and far too sloppy, Read the words Kwangmin, room _ _ _. Without a second thought he slipped into the room to find the source topic of the napkin.

(sorry if this is bad I'm terrible at staters)

As the rolled through the halls, assuring themselves that they avoided all contact with peacekeepers around as they now were chased like thiefs, criminals against the law. They entered this empty hospital room, pretty lame yet white design as they always stayed with. The girl helped him out of the chair, placing his so called lifeless body onto the bed before she spoke up. He was about to answer her, confused as ever, unsure of what to do, what if they recognized his presence, what if they captured him as weak as he was now. Like, at this state was he unable to escape, unable to move swiftly and balanced. After all, he just woke up from a long coma. " f- fei- ssi !! What should I do if they find me? I don't know anything of what's going on" he couldn't increase his voice, as he knew the cameras watched him, the sensors recorded everything, and his voice need to stay low. As the female
Eft, he couldn't help it to stay worried, he could meet anyone by now, anyone unfamiliar or dangerous. If he only met yongguk, or boa, or his trustworthy lovers. Even Dara and taeyeon Noona . Basically his friends. Any familiar nice face would be good. Which reminded him about. His.. His twin. Youngmin, was he ok? Did he find out? Did anyone find out about his death, did they miss him? Kwang rolled to the side, staring blankly at a wall. He sort of missed them. If he just could, see his friends again, to see them alive, safe and sound.

@D♗Kwangmin☯ Kwangmin's face revealed his conflicting emotions, confusion twisting his mouth into a frown. Fei sighed and wheeled him down the slick hallway floors. She was glad that they at least seemed somewhat normal. Other patients were in wheelchairs, others shuffled around with oxygen tanks. Speaking of which, Fei bent down to check the levels in Kwangmin's tank. The tiny meter indicated that there was only a small amount of oxygen left. She wasn't sure if he needed the supply anymore, but it was better to be safe than sorry. An empty hospital room held a bed and a fresh oxygen tank set up. Fei deposited Kwangmin onto the bed and fit him with a new cannula. "I don't think it's a good idea to stay together for now," she spoke quietly. "Capitol officials are definitely on a lookout for us. If something comes up, try to find me. My name is Fei." Her fists curled at her sides as she stiffly exited the room.

Containment chamber??? No, he didn't want to be shut In a box. And why did she tell that. Was he before??? And he who thought that she dug him up from his grave, performing electricity rituals to wake him up from the death, maybe even have one screw in each side of his head or whatever. Yet, this mess, this horrifying mess of a pain, pictures displayed for him, just like this terrible nightmare. He could feel a palm covering his screams, once again this lady voice whispered to him. He sensed the wind blowed through his hair, hitting his face, something was going on. Well at least what he just registered by those few minutes of escaping whatever their were being chased by. Wait, he recognized this place. They were now at the healing center. Not the best sight of the young district 11 boy. He had this huge dislike for this place, a lot of icky vibes shocked him as he shrugged his shoulders. Only bad memories was represented at this place. Or at least the majority of them. Ok, get the pieces right. He was in a chamber thingy, and all of sudden a lady somehow saved him and brought him back alive from the death. Ok was she some kind of saint, or an angel? If so, could she by any clue know if his mom was ok? Or wait no, she didn't look to have wings. Uhm. Ok, second theory. He was dead and she saved him from the Capitol. Somehow the highly high tech technology of the Capitol kept him alive and she somehow got him free and now they were chased by the guards or whatever. It seemed logic still. Why did they wanted to keep kwangmins body safe!? Why did they lock him away. They could just burn the corpse and forget about him and just you know live on torturing more innocent people. Why create these problems? What was more confusing, why did they care if he was alive or not, and why did his girl save him? He had so much questions to ask, yet so little time. This girl could maybe answer, yet the first step was to escape and find a hiding place. At least that was what he thought. Wait...wasn't this too risky???? Like, Capitol people might find them here!!! Is she stupid!? Or did she have a plan???

Jimin waited for the other to say something but all she got was a smile before the male was walking away. She cocked her head in question before giving a small sigh and glancing down at the males abandoned food on the floor. She bent down to pick it up, her muscles soar and aching as she did. Cleaning it up she gave another sigh and began taking slow steps towards the training center once again. She would still go there but she was beginning to rethink her decision in training, not while she was still dizzy and out of it at least. Maybe she would just go and do some research on the new tributes, check up on the stats from last game and all. After all she needs that information to keep up.

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