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“kind of like the time at the lake?”

jongsuk leaned his head back, staring up at junho as he lay in the younger’s lap. “i feel after that; you grew to respect me more - correct?”

he raised a hand and brushed his knuckles along side the other’s cheekbone, before lowering down and letting his fingers trace along junho’s jaw.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

“No, no, no,” she wanted to scream. Her hands wanted to wrap their dainty little fingers around his neck. And there was no possible sane reason why she had said no to Junho, her master, her king, her replacement as a god when her father wasn’t around. This, a mess of her own life, there was no utter possible reason she knew. 

The madness of this school had finally gotten the best of her. Ghosts swarmed the school, demons haunted her thoughts, the bruises on her pale skin were alive. There couldn’t possibly be a reason why she was here. “Give me a moment to take my arms around your throat and choke you for only a minute,” she rushed in Korean, or Japanese, or in Italian because she couldn’t even remember what she was speaking of. 

Her fall would have been more amusing for Junho than herself. Though it was starting to be wonderful for her too. Her fall, unlike Man’s, was for never understanding that hallucinations were never just hallucinations. Alice in Wonderland was possibly the most mundane story compared to the life here. 

“5,000,000 Won, Su Min,” he sighed, not caring for her useless break down. 

11…trying to catch someone who’s stolen something from them

- or rather, a cat who’s stolen something from them.

lee jongsuk adored his two cats; johnny and nuneo - but he did not adore how full of energy the youngest of the two were at times. currently, jongsuk was in search of the keys to his newly obtained car, needing to go food shopping for dinner tonight but not being able to find them. and he had a pretty good guess as to who took them, but no idea as to where.

a sigh left him, and he set his gaze to nuneo, he looked at him with those big ol’ innocent eyes. 

“you’re just like your father.” he mumbled, but he only got a ‘meow’ in return. 

12…waking up from a very bad nightmare

his dreams had been riddled with nothing but pain the past few nights, and jongsuk was starting to wonder if it would be better to never sleep again than to let those visions plague his mind. yet again; he lie in bed beside junho, eyes wide and pulse fast - forehead drenched with sweat. taking deep breaths, he told himself to calm down, to remember where he was and how his lover was lying beside him - very much alive and well. 

as he turned his head and see his love deep in sleep, jongusk felt himself ease and his mind relax. reaching out, he pushed back the other’s fringe and sighed. 

at least things were okay; for now.

3…realizing they have feelings for someone

it started with a little note at the back of the first essay junho ever handed in.

A MONSTER YOU MAY BE, BUT I AM NO CHILD. BITE ME FOR IT TAKES MORE THAN THREATS AND SCRATCHES TO TARNISH MY EXTERIOR AND QUAKE MY CORE.I’M NOT FAZED BY THE LIKES OF YOU.TO HELL WITH BOTH YOU AND THIS DAMNED ESSA

and jongusk’s heart had never fluttered the way it did when he read those words before.

16…being told that someone they hated is dead

“well, that’s good.”

19…writing about something or someone who really makes them mad

@junhoxmgh

    As a self-proclaimed hermit, it was easy enough for Sehun to avoid all confrontations with fellow Caprius Complex residents. They were all second year students and up, schedules jumbled up and rarely overlapping, so that truly the only time they were all in the same building was weekday nights - and even that was questionable. He’d seen glimpses of students going in and out of rooms - which ones were permanent residents and which ones were regular visitors, he wasn’t sure. He only knew a handful of them out of obligation. Iris. He was, supposedly, a part of them. One of their team, belonging to a sick game he hasn’t asked to be a part of. They all had tattoos, matching ones, black ink forced unto the nape of their necks by some unknown force (Sehun still refuses to believe in anything inexplicable by science). Their ‘rivals’ (god, he hates that word; never had been a herd type of person) were Lotus, with markings not too much unlike his own, except with a small variation: their student ID number. All but kids bearing ink markings, they were, as far as Sehun was aware, supposed to kill one another.

    So maybe his reluctance to meet new people wasn’t entirely due to an introverted nature. Ever since he’s been made aware of the rules of the game, Sehun wouldn’t stop looking for tattoos. Everyone who came in, every stranger in a dark corner or an estranged hallway, was a potential rival. And it was getting colder, forcing people into their cozy sweaters and jackets, making it impossible to tell who belonged where based on once, singular glance. Not knowing was certainly worse off than staring off your neighbours as they went about their lives, knowing perfectly well they could end up the ones to bring upon his demise. Or would he be the one to kill them first? Sehun wasn’t really sure which option was the lesser evil. Not yet, anyway.

    But there he was, clad in his home attire (old sweatpants and a loose tee on lithe limbs), pacing the hallway in frustration. Some men much older than all students came in not half an hour ago, claiming ‘suspicious noises’ were reported to them, thus forcing everyone on the second floor to evacuate their rooms. The groups and couples fled the scene as soon as they were allowed to, taking refuge in the others’ residencies. Sehun had mentally noted that several of them, no one whose name he was aware of, looked particularly uneasy. He really wanted to see their necks, then. Just in case. Still, he wasn’t alone. There was another student, second year also, who populated the dim hallway along with him. Lee Junho. Sehun had only known his name due to a Gongsuk guy who frequented in his visits, enough for him to overhear snippets of their greetings. There was, undeniably, something ominous about Junho, even when he wasn’t talking. The way he carried himself, perhaps, was so devoid of fear it made Sehun think that it was less to do with confidence and more to do with being fearsome himself. Monsters, after all, cannot fear the dark.

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE SHIT THO CAUSE LOL NO WAY THEY’D KILL EACH OTHER

Who gets excited about Halloween in July:

Woohyun because he’s always up for another reason to party. 

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

Junho because shivering is probably a ‘weakness’ to him the weirdo.

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

Woohyun loves the sun because it’s shirtless season - aka he can flaunt his abs. Junho is more of a fall guy just like his chilling personality. 

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

grits teeth Woohyun thinks Junho looks cute all wrapped up in a billion sweaters.

Who offers the other their jacket:

Woohyun wouldn’t offer Junho his jacket because he’s a gentleman like that.

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:

Junho would be too much of a wuss stay in bed till the last possible second and complain.

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

Junho would because Woohyun wouldn’t dare.

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

Woohyun would make it for Junho and wouldn’t even expect a thank you because Junho is rude like that.

Who loves carving pumpkins and buys about 300:

Probably Junho because it’s the closest thing to brutal murder that he can get other than brutal murder.

Who is terrible at carving pumpkins:

Junho because he’s too busy stabbing at the pumpkin rather than artfully carving it.

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

Junho because he’s a priss.

What is their favourite Fall activity:

Cuddling up and watching movies, or Woohyun trying to get under the same blanket as Junho while being fended off with freezing feet and threats.

Who gets scared when they watch Horror movies:

Woohyun. He’s the ultimate scaredy cat and cannot deal with gore.

Who hands out candy to trick-or-treaters:

Woohyun because he’s a sweetheart.

Who accidentally scares the kids:

Junho because he gets possessive over the candy.

Who suggested the couples costume:

Woohyun.

What is their couples costume:

Zombie and the zombie’s zombie dog.

What is the best Halloween they ever had:

Woohyun stole all the candy at a house party and brought it home for Junho to devour.

What is the worst Halloween they ever had:

Woohyun pissed Junho off before they could celebrate and Woohyun ended up with pumpkin guts in his hair.

Who eats too much candy and ends up sick the next day:

8. Your muse punches mine in the face, but hits harder than they expect, and now my muse is unconscious.

“You fucking suck.”

The chances of Junho actually giving him a proper apology were zero to none, so Sungyeol was going to swear at him as much as he wanted to. What was the big deal anyway? He didn’t deserve any of this shit. It was pretty obvious he would wash it when he returned it. Despite Junho’s various beliefs, it was normal for people to practice hygiene, personal or not.

So Sungyeol wanted to know why he wasl the one who had to be sitting on the floor, holding a pack of ice to his cheek because he just got socked in the face by an overly sensitive, out of control man child. He never knew Junho could be that strong either. Sungyeol was loathe to admit it, but he was quite sure he blacked out for a good few seconds, (Junho told him he was out for two hours but fuck him) since he suddenly found himself lying on the floor with no idea how he got there.

☀ - the five last texts my muse sent

[ text : junjun ] I'm stuck in class!

[ text : ravi hyung ] I don't hate him, I just..

[ text : unsaved number ] I couldn't attend films today, I'm not feeling well. Thank you

[ text : ewyeol ] STOP POKING THE PICTURES MY WALL I KNOW YOURE WATCHING ME

[ text: unsaved number ] unsub

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Legitimate reasons to skip club

simple harmonics motion equations

hess's law

trigonometric identities

money lender with low interests

☂ - the last thing my muse bought

A set of aroma diffuser because the internet said it's great for getting rid of nightmares and sleeping well.

✂ - my muse's five most visited websites