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His heart was still drumming rapidly in his chest and his thighs still burned like fire, but at least they were no longer breathing in the musty air of that godforsaken shack. Besides the heavy taste in iron from the chunk he was sure he bit off his tongue, Sungyeol had made it out relatively unscathed. He’d probably used up all the luck he had for the rest of his life, too. Junho’s situation, on the other hand, was rather gruesome.

Sungyeol clicked his tongue, falling to his knees beside the other student. “You still have your leg, that’s what.” He bit back any more snarky remarks, only because a certain person was bleeding out in front of him. It was painful just looking at the deep gash in the flesh, and it was also amazing how the man could still be so bossy even in such circumstances. Sungyeol was no medic, but there something somewhere in his brain that he could dig up. This would be a pretty shit way to die, after all, and Sungyeol didn’t hate Junho that much. 

With the thought that he could complain all he wanted later, he stripped himself of his shirt. The air was cool on his sweat-soaked skin, and it felt kind of great to get the sticky fabric off of him. As grimy as the shirt was from all the dust and dirt. it was the best thing that they had, so Junho just had to make do.

With a firm gaze of his own, Sungyeol took the shirt and wrapped it around Junho’s leg, above the gash to tie a makeshift tourniquet, finishing it off with as tight as knot as he could manage with his shaky hands. It was rudimentary at best, but it would have to last.

“Flattering.” That was definitely going to motivate him to help. If Sunggyu thought that jumping out the window and risking broken leg was a better alternative to spending the whole night with him, then by all means, Sungyeol was cheering him on. With a resigned sigh, Sungyeol stood back up to follow behind Sunggyu. It was eerily silent except for the tapping of their shoes against the floor. The sounds seemed to echo just a little bit. He wouldn’t even be surprised if at any moment something were to jump out at them. “Honestly, I don’t know if it’s the place that’s creepy or if it’s just you,” he muttered.

Who gets excited about Halloween in July:

Who starts wearing sweaters and scarves on the first day of September and completely overheats:

Who thrives in Fall/Who prefers Summer and warm weather:

Who thinks the other looks so cute when they’re cold and trying to fight it with 50 sweaters:

Who offers the other their jacket:

Who doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning because it’s too cold and has to run from the warm covers to the shower:

Who touches the other with their freezing cold feet at night:

Who makes the hot cider to snuggle under a blanket and drink:

Who loves carving pumpkins and buys about 300:

Who is terrible at carving pumpkins:

Who thinks pulling the pumpkin guts out with their hands is icky:

What is their favourite Fall activity:

Who gets scared when they watch Horror movies:

Who hands out candy to trick-or-treaters:

Who accidentally scares the kids:

Who suggested the couples costume:

What is their couples costume:

What is the best Halloween they ever had:

What is the worst Halloween they ever had:

The response from the evaluation nominee will be presented underneath the cut.

Triumphing with one point from the poll, Kim Byungjoo was nominated as the culprit of Satoh Takeru’s death.

this was probably the worst thing that happened to sunggyu in the past three months, regardless of anything else  - this trumped it all. he stared in horror as the door didn’t budge, and a feeling of dread washed over him. no way, no way - this was… horrible. he couldn’t think of another word to describe the situation, mind too cluttered with trying to figure out a way out of this mess.

the worst part of it all was probably - sunggyu shifted and glanced over to see sungyeol looking at him with wide eyes. yeah, that was probably the worst of it; having lee sungyeol be the one trapped in here with him.

a simple trip down the creepier part of campus to grab a few extra books for their professor turned into a matter of life and death; probably - knowing this campus this wasn’t just some spooky room, it was most likely a one way ticket to eternal damnation.

“alright, so the door’s stuck.” he mumbled, releasing the handle. “there has to be another way out of here.” he continued, patting his thighs as he looked around. sunggyu was usually good in these sort of situations, though he was usually alone. now he has lee sungyeol with him, and admittedly the two of them were far from close. in fact, he’s sure sungyeol would throw him to the dogs; metaphorically speaking - if he had the chance.

“you’re smart right? let’s think of something.”

here sungyeol was, thinking that nothing could ever be worse than the time he’d ventured out to the abandoned house off campus, and then promptly being proven wrong when the stupid door wouldn’t open, god damn it. he didn’t care that he was being locked in the room in what was most probably the ‘haunted’ part of the school. he cared that he was being locked in the room with sunggyu, of all people. at this point in time, 

he only left his books in the class and went back to retrieve them. sunggyu was already there at the time and ignoring his presence felt like the appropriate thing to do. next thing sungyeol knew, they were stuck.

what luck.

sungyeol leaned against a nearby table, arms crossed with a poorly disguised scowl on his face. “there’s breaking down the door.” which didn’t seem possible considering how heavy it was. “or you could try jumping out the window and telling me how it goes.” they were definitely too high up for that, and he doubted they were desperate enough to scale down four floors of a wall.

sungyeol shrugged his shoulders, crossing his arms and leaning against a nearby table. he left all his things back in his room, and that included his phone. why couldn't he at least have been stuck with someone he could make out with? disappointing.

That is, until he found a lone individual, a rather empty look etching upon their face. Reminded of how he felt when he was locked within the corridors of Mugunghwa’s campus, the ghoul put on his mask as a counselor and approached the young individual, hoping to strike up a conversation.

“Isn’t it rather odd to be at such an upbeat event alone?” He inquired, ignorant to perhaps how creepy he came off, strange. “Usually, you’re supposed to come here accompanied with close friends and family.”

This was pretty much the first time he was partaking in such an event. Other students and even the faculty were all around, seemingly having a pretty good time with themselves. The whole thing was innocent enough, on the surface at least, but it was painfully obvious even to normal students that the whole thing was screwed up. He wouldn’t be surprised if someone was found strung up on one of the rides the next morning.

Why was he here on his own? And all on his own too. Well, things were going pretty well so far. It felt all right; the smell of various foods and the warm sun beating down on his skin and the liberty to just people-watch. Sungyeol could almost actually enjoy it, if he wasn’t just here to scout the place out.

Sadly, people somehow found it impossible to leave him alone, no matter where he was.

Sungyeol’s face scrunched up slightly as he tried to place a name on the face that had presented itself. Well, whether he was supposed to know him or not, why did it matter if he was here alone? The man could just make the assumption that Sungyeol had no friends, and leave him alone. He wanted to tell the stranger that, straight to his face, but something (good sense, maybe) was holding him back.

“They were all busy, I guess.” Sungyeol plastered on a sheepish-looking smile, and shrugged, a little twitch of his shoulders. “So I came here on my own.”

He looked the man up and down, discreetly sizing him up. There was something off about him, but Sungyeol couldn’t quite place a finger on it. It wasn’t just the overly disturbing way of starting a conversation, either.

Theme: Grievous bodily harm/pain; TW for violence, suicide/self-harm, blood/gore, near death experiences (NSFW) Numbers: 1 - 20 Bonus points for not peeking!  Send ‘It Hurts! (In Reverse)’ for opposite.