Dead Pixel // Sehun & Tox
*WARNING: May include a few triggers, like alcohol & frick frack... If any of them bother you, do not be afraid to dm me, I will take it down for the safety of this group (triggers will only be mentioned in the starter, so everything after this is most likely not filled with triggers)
By the end of the night, Sehunās body, practically numb with alcohol, managed to still function. Everyone he was forced to kiss tasted of burnt cigarettes and cheap liquor. No matter where he went, there were couples at every corner⦠Stripping each other of their virginity. Shortly after escaping the scene, Sehun tried his best to recollect the memory of Rain Institute, and where it may have been located. None of this was his fault⦠He was dragged into this mess he got himself into. He didnāt mean to violate anyone, nor did he mean to intoxicate himself with a variety of cheap alcohols.
Escaping the scene wasnāt as simple as he thought. Once he was out of the building, he came across a group of suspicious looking men, about a few years older than himself, headed towards Sehunās direction. There was a long pause, before Sehun continued to walk, attempting to hide his limp. But once they crossed paths, they collided.
One of the men turn to Sehun, throwing a death stare at him, before proceeding to grasp his arm with such force, Sehun lets out a small yelp. The man is giving the other two orders, but Sehun cannot make up the words forming from their lips. The second man pins Sehun against the wall, forcing his neck against the concrete wall.
Before he could fall unconscious, Sehun fights back, holding onto the second attackerās face, in an attempt to confuse the enemy. Nothing. Ā āDamn.ā The words slipped out too quickly, and he found himself thrown onto the ground. As the group started to walk away, his head began spinning, and everything seemed unreal. Sehun does not know whether he was unconscious, or if he slipped in and out⦠He was alerted by the presence of a bystander who was there, watching the whole time.














