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WELCOME TO YOUR NEW ABODE!!

Inside this picturesque house, you will find a seemingly unending number of rooms; a den (with a floor-to-ceiling bookcase that encases an entire wall), a living room (complete with plush sofas), and a large dining room centered around a long dining table. There’s a kitchen with a breakfast nook for the early risers, and a door leading into an expansive backyard filled with trees and flora; through it, a winding path carved of stone disappears into the woods beyond. Back inside the house, a staircase that climbs to access a rooftop garden, between the ground floor and the roof are three floors dedicated to the housing of guests. Each room has two twin beds, two armoires and a half-bath with a toilet, sink and mirror. Showers are accessible by floor, with each floor having two full-size baths with shower/tub combos. Make things work, little ones.

ROOMING ARRANGEMENTS!!

IM NAYEON & KIM SUNGGYU 

BYUN BAEKHYUN & LEE SERINE

KIM NAHYUN & KIM JONGHYUN

OH SEHUN & IM JINAH

SHIM CHANGMIN & JUNG SOOJUNG

ZHANG YIXING & LEE SUJI

JUNG JOONYOUNG & PARK CHANYEOL

LU HAN & JEON WONWOO

KIM JONGIN & CHOU TZUYU

The bus arrives outside a large house; a humble bed and breakfast on the edge of the city lines. Soldiers stand post outside, flanking a large wooden door and windows haloed in warm golden light. The flickering of flames can be seen inside, though it’s nothing more than the blaze of a hearth. Each occupant of the long bus is escorted out, carrying whatever belongings each has managed to salvage. Quiet, cool, the air nips at hot skin; but the promise of a shower lies beyond the door, clustered between plush sofas and the smell of freshly-baked cookies. This is your December, enjoy it.

Destruction takes merciless hold before anyone is the wiser. Without warning, unoccupied rooms explode into flames; flames no amount of water can extinguish, as evidenced by the pouring of reserves from the sprinklers passing unheeded to the floor. The heat rises, and with it smoke, before distant booms ripple crackling glass. The explosions grow closer, driving each and every occupant out of their homes. Grab nothing but yourself and a single valuable; maybe a bag already prepared!! Anything more is sure to jeopardize your life, young one. There is nothing to be done but run, to escape the chaos engulfing every house; no exceptions, no pause. Before you make your escape into the streets of Gwangju, you spot others emerging, gasping for air with wet clothes and heavy hearts. Where do you go now?

@insikvk​

for the past few hours, sehun’s heart was thundering and quivering at the thought of passing the grave, almost murderous infection onto another, rightful carrier. a mutant equivalent to a monster capable of such monstrous, vile, sickening abilities. -- but not only that, sehun doesn’t entirely want to give him the benefit of unravelling into his true form, 

instead,

his insatiable, barbarian mind also wants to curl his fingers round his throat like he had time and time before and strangle the life out of him. strangle the life form him and the anger he built and bubbled in sehun’s raging mind. (sehun’s mind that rages, rages painfully and slowly.)

but now that sehun has been freed, his bubbles popped and buildings collapse within him (his wrath unravelled), his hands that yearn for violence and death jump at the sight of him/it/insik. the image of blood seeping through sehun’s fingers, delicious

insik, the antidote to his curse. 

“hyung!” his voice hollers with hopeful anticipation, his flames, his infection and oh sehun are more than glad to see him. running, his cold sweats and irregular palpitations beating him up. the exact high that rushed through his veins with jinah was once again thriving and pulsing in his system. 

“i’ve been looking for you!” and indeed he has, the excitement wasn’t some artificial scam, his diabolical sadistic curse was spazzing and quaking for sehun to finally spill sweet crimson and another rush of adrenaline in a another’s touch. sehun decides that he’ll choke, restrain, punch, kick, torment and curse him. all the very things he’s desperately waited for. 

oh sehun embraces the ‘hyung’ he longs to. his monster lunges to devour and ruin another thriving soul. 

and good god. the first touch of his skin made his mind spin into the depths and wilds of his evils. there was a sense of ecstasy and an overwhelming need for insik’s physical contact. and the uncontrollable desire to thrust his body closer, 

it’s unexplainable, the sensation.

@vkluhan​

one step at a time. his physique is blessed with long, light legs yet he is cursed with an infection that is eating the sanity of his mind away. this fucking insane infection is making him mental, his mind throbbing -- it’s irritating, his sensitive and volatile mind being breached by this virus. 

sehun is sick of running, sick of the cold sweat on his warm body, he wants to ram his fist into the plaster wall and then his head, just over and over again till he’s bleeding profusely and his erratic nonsense heartbeat goes faint and dead slow. 

but when his side faces a calamity and it’s harshness is against this shoulder and hip. the rush from his speed and the jam in his side forcefully spurs his mind. the physical contact making his mind whirr. instead of punching plaster, he’d be well sedated with a good punch against a fleshy body. 

a vulgar“what the fuck?” spits from his lips and his gritted teeth, his head snapping immediately to the culprit. “luhan?” his eyes narrow, a coursing burn in their collision only makes him curl his hands into fists. the desire to break a tooth and/or nose drives him mad. oh sehun doesn’t care for much control, now when under such an overwhelming freeing influence. 

the ‘freeing’ part is rather worrying. 

“you fucking daft idiot.” his blood is rushing, the fire in his body is pumping through his veins too quickly, and his heart beat drums loudly against his ears. his mind hazy with rage. “what’s the fucking point luhan? you can teleport your sorry ass out of here as the rest of us have to suffer and you’re here handing my death over.” he makes sure his voice is merciless and spitting. he wants to rile luhan up as well, give him a better reason to place a punch to his jaw. 

he’s desperate for the violence, as you can tell.

IF ANYTHING Halloween was the yearly chance to dress slutty. to wear what the heart really wants ( to evoke body envy in others ) without the prejudice of others. and yet, jung soojung found herself beyond lazy this time around.

perhaps it’s the fact that her money thus far has been spent on winter clothing. or perhaps jung soojung has simply outgrown SHOVING her body down the eager mouths of every male around.

and so she opts a simpler route this time around, dressed in dark shades of green paired with black jeans, maybe it’s too hard to figure out who she is for halloween -- that is, till one notes on the striking green of her eyes.

red hair, green eyes.

who says super villains can’t have casual days?

@vkjinah

fake red. sehun let’s it shower over him, letting it drip down his hair and seep through his shirt, clinging onto him as if the blood from his insides and gushed onto him, drenching his torso. he allows it to colour his porcelain skin, the deep red contrasts against the expanse. 

oh sehun lies to himself, saying how playing petty tricks upon others isn’t any fun or relishing as one would think. but, he lies. sehun gets some sort of devout high and elation from the shrill, piercing cries of those who hurt him. because yes, oh sehun wants to shove fear down those massive fuckers who do the same to him..

but you can blame that unkind, un-nurtured side of him to the sick blazing devil who is roused by the halloween’s evil festivities. 

his heart shudders, his skin shivers. adrenaline kick starting.

spitting, stumbling, coughing. he fakes a good jagged run, making sure he rams his shoulder against a wall for full authenticity. his (fake) chest heaves, his breathing (fake) heavy and his throat (fake) grunts as he makes his way towards a body to terrorise. 

the fake blood runs down his face, his lashes heavy with it.  

“h-help me!” a shout bellows down the abandoned hallway, a police costume peeking a toothy grin. this side of him, undiscovered till now, sehun wants to hold in a chuckle daring to rumble in his chest. 

but he has to finish his scene before he can do such a thing.

was he an actor in his past life?

the poor victim upon his inferno’s games is the underwater bitch, jinah. and if the very thought of her reminds him of the blue sea, he’ll have to smear it with red blood. “jin-jinah.” his body clutching onto her, gripping her shoulders like how death grips life by it’s throat. he fakes a constricted breathing pattern and (fakes) shaky vision.

he knows she has some sort of fear of blood. and he is some sort of fucking sadist all of a sudden.

so his death-like grip on her shoulders forcefully shove her body to him. clutching her body as if his life had relied on jinah, his ‘blood’ shared onto her skin. “h-help me,” he mutters lowly, quiet as if the soul is slipping out if him, “please.” (fake! fake! fake!)