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writetomyheart2014-05-28 12:52 am
jojibear.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2014-05-28 12:52 am
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[Team 1] Hang in there, we'll save you soon.
A NEW ROUND \O/
/throws out a Pokéball. I choose you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
myxstorie!!
One large hand is wrapped tightly around Baekhyun's neck, thumb and fingers digging bruisingly into the smaller man's flesh. Baekhyun's not struggling anymore, collapsed limply against the Scientist in order to preserve energy, but to Chanyeol and Jongin it looks as though Baekhyun has given up the fight.
The sight has their blood boiling, and it takes everything Chanyeol has - every bit of training they should have carved into their very bones, every piece of protocol they should have categorised into boxes in their minds - to only clench his fist that little bit tighter.
Oh what he would give to punch the Scientist in the face - just knock him out so Jongin can pull Baekhyun away from danger, towards them and to safety.
Beside him, he feels the back of Jongin's hand brush against his as the younger man shook out the angry tension from his limbs, a low breath whispering past clenched teeth hidden behind barely pursed lips. His partner is itching for a fight too, for the chance to save Baekhyun from his current predicament - for this case to close so they can all go home and relax and recuperate before they're thrown into the the next mission, the three of them tangled up together in an endless pile of limbs on their massive, custom-made bed.
But they still have roles to assume, parts to play before everything can be resolved, so Chanyeol catches Jongin's little finger and squeezes it gently. He knows Jongin's gotten his message when the younger man hooks his little finger around Chanyeol's index finger briefly before shaking his hand free.
Just a little more, he tells himself as he plasters the fakest smile he can muster onto his face.
The sight has their blood boiling, and it takes everything Chanyeol has - every bit of training they should have carved into their very bones, every piece of protocol they should have categorised into boxes in their minds - to only clench his fist that little bit tighter.
Oh what he would give to punch the Scientist in the face - just knock him out so Jongin can pull Baekhyun away from danger, towards them and to safety.
Beside him, he feels the back of Jongin's hand brush against his as the younger man shook out the angry tension from his limbs, a low breath whispering past clenched teeth hidden behind barely pursed lips. His partner is itching for a fight too, for the chance to save Baekhyun from his current predicament - for this case to close so they can all go home and relax and recuperate before they're thrown into the the next mission, the three of them tangled up together in an endless pile of limbs on their massive, custom-made bed.
But they still have roles to assume, parts to play before everything can be resolved, so Chanyeol catches Jongin's little finger and squeezes it gently. He knows Jongin's gotten his message when the younger man hooks his little finger around Chanyeol's index finger briefly before shaking his hand free.
Just a little more, he tells himself as he plasters the fakest smile he can muster onto his face.
/throws out a Pokéball. I choose you,
myxstorie!!
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