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“But you will still be at least a little bit mad, won’t you?” Chansung took a sip of his coffee and bit into his lip, looking around before glancing down at his watch. “Well… I think I still have some time before my meeting and, honestly, I don’t think they’d hire me anyway so.. Yeah, I guess I don’t really need to go.” He laughed softly.

             2.17AM.

Ill. He felt ill— his back against the mattress in his room, chest heaving at the slowest speed, neck and forehead drenched in sweat. Fear held his eyelids down because what the fuck kind of monster is staring at me right now in the dark, I don’t want to know. It had been the fourth time the same night that he had woken up in terror. Those motherfucking nightmares. Headless and fingerless, sometimes legless, people crawling to his body and biting down on every part of his body, tearing off his limbs and toes to feed them all back to him. His muffled screams were not waking him up, rather, it seemed to be the weight of his severed parts splitting open his insides.

           Breathe in. 

His hand soon wandered down his shirt and under the hem of his pants. Jerk off until you knock out. But even the handling of his member had not rendered useful, the event of a few minutes ago still flashing clear in his mind. Resentment was slowly creeping up to his mind, sending an uncomfortable warmth all over his body- he needed to get rid of that before it consumed him. Throwing the blankets off, he stomped outside his room before placing an ear to his sister’s door. The oh so familiar shiver ran down his abdomen; his lips were formed into an almost full grin as the silence of her room filled his ears. And then it hit him— fucking school trip. The thorny warmth overwhelmed him once more as he threw his fist on her door, earning him a few curses on the way back to his room.

Rummaging through stashes of pornos to find that one where the girl moans and screams the loudest because of how much in pain she appears to be was useless. Haydn couldn’t find it, there wasn’t anything better and the tight feeling around his groin was starting to bother him more than it should’ve. And he suddenly remembered- Sam. That bitch offered herself. 

Conflicting thoughts crashed into his head as his fingers pressed onto the numbers of his cellphone. One half of him would’ve rather died than calling her and having her help him, but his other wasn’t even feeling an ounce of regret- the painful throbbing in his pants was louder than the voice of his heart and he soon brought the phone to his ear.

❝ — Sam, is this you?   — Please, can you come? I..I’m not feeling well at all.   — This is urgent, Sam. I feel like dying. I need you right now. ❞

❝ — D u d e, please, just-- shove your hand down my throat and grab whatever you find in there. Probably has the shape of a cherry or somethin', but that's not too important right now. ❞

There was the slightest hint of cigarette smoke lingering in her room, a bottle of Jack Daniels standing on the table in front of her couch. Yes, he had actually been coming over a few hours after they had been writing via text messages— & she had somehow gotten her father to get up from his stupid couch to buy himself new cigarettes. He wouldn’t allow her to have someone over, which was why she did it in the first place. Of course he was already back, but he wouldn’t come into her room, because he didn’t care what she did in there.  Sam also decided to let music play, quietly, but loud enough to cover up their voices in case her father would pass the door & hear something. The raven haired girl didn’t want him to start screaming or some shit. 

                                “ — can I kiss you? ” Wait, what was that— she couldn’t blame it on alcohol, since he had one glass, & she herself had well.. three, or so, so she wasn’t drunk enough to start imagining things, which meant he had actually asked her if he could kiss her. Her gaze shifted from the door of her room ( she was looking at it because her father had walked by. ) to the boy next to her, head tipping to the left with an almost— confused look on her face. 

                          “ What? Yes, no. What. ”

He would have never known that after a more than interesting conversation over text messaging, he would have actually gone to her place. Perhaps he wanted to prove himself, especially after stating that he was rather on the s h y side- when it definitely was not true. Or maybe it was because of how impatient he became of meeting his angel. The latter always forced open his mouth into a wide smile; he got to use a rather adorable nickname for a girl who was equally adorable.

❝ — Can I kiss you? ❞

It had to be the ambiance. Haydn chewed on his lower lip, slight anxiousness making its way to his eyes as he looked away from her, practically awaiting her rejection. He almost reached his hand for a smack on his forehead, and he was already thinking about  what to tell her and how to make her forgive him. They’d just met and he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. 

He raised his eyebrows at her reaction— what. Her being completely unclear hadn’t helped the situation. Haydn now had to trust his gut ( or whatever was left of it- ), but his heart was racing at an exceptionally rapid speed and he was unable to think logically. He leaned in as he shut his eyes ( how about I don’t look at the way she’s going to react ), lips falling on top of hers. His teeth grabbed her lower lip, hesitantly sucking on it; his hand was unknowingly sneaking up under her shirt, but after feeling his fingers graze on her soft skin, he quickly broke the kiss and pulled back. 

Bohyung was waiting outside the building she lived with her friends and groupmates. She was going to take a ride with Hyori to go to her house in Jeju. The other girls were invited as well but they couldn't go at that time but they promised they would try to be there for the weekend. The vocalist seemed like a kid while waiting there, with her earphones one she kept swinging back and forth on her feet. Even there was some time she knew Hyori she was still a star on her eyes. In that moment Bohyung was basically a fangirl that was going to spend some time with her idol and role model. She really respected the other.

Just another day of practicing. Sadly it seemed like every day was just the exact re-run of the previous one. Bohyung's life seemed to have gone down monotony. Not that the singer could really complain about it, having the personality wouldn't let it be a real bother. She liked calm days, not getting too much out of the routine she would have. Ok, if someone asked her if she missed having something different she would agree but we can' have all we want just at once right?

When she was done with the practicing she pushed everything on her bagpack. Decided to taking some time to enjoy herself. Maybe she should go to a bookstore and buy a new book for herself, something to keep her mind occupied. But then looking at the watch it would be too late for any bookstore to be open. Maybe she could buy something with chocolate, chocolate would always cheer her up. With that in mind she finally stood up from the floor. After taking the shower and putting on her jeans short with a simple long tank top - the weather was hot using too much fabric was out of question. On her feet it would go sneakers. She waved her friends goodbye and said that would meet them on their dorm quite soon. Her steps were energetic though she was tired, she had been trying to stay positive on herself, otherwise she would go in a dark place on her own mind.

Walking down the street she noticed a man walking on the other side of the street. It would be ok if she didn't see him before. She would swear it was the same man she saw on the other day outside the building and that she thought that would rob her. Her friend convinced her that he would be a stalker, but he was way too old to be a fan - ok, she believe anyone could be a fan but being a sasaeng is a thing for teenager, at least it was always she thought on that. Feeling her heart start to beat a little faster she started too walking a bit faster. No, no, why would someone rob her? She didn't even look like a rich person and usually she would go by on the streets without even being recognized as a singer. Holding on the straps of her backpack she noticed the guy crossing the streets. Great, now was the time for it to happen. Maybe if she just handed him her phone he would leave without any problems.

Checking her cellphone again she just got another confirmation. Her friend hasn't answered back to her text and he was running late. "Minwoo.... I will cut you down." Being friends with him for so long made her comfortable enough to threat him. Either on her mind or talking directly to him. They settled they would meet so he would cut her hair. He knew well enough she didn't trust anyone else to do so. No one knew her taste as he did and she always thought the other would cut it way more than she wished. She decided to send him another text.

| Yah! Where are you?? | You are late! | I am waiting outside the school. ¬¬