#vkhunt

since the hospital, sehun was left physically battered, a deep, stab wound leaving a permanence on his beautiful porcelain skin. not to mention that it once ejected hot, crimson for hours. as if his body finally cleaning the curse through the stab wound, the blood that seeped out was emptying his body from the toxicity. 

since the hospital sehun was left mentally, to put is best, disturbingly enlightened. his mind freed, his mind having knowledge of some sort of higher zen. as if he had been reborn, reborn into a raw, more authentic self. the ‘real oh sehun’. in tune with his desire to burn and inflict pain like a crave for pleasure.  

even if it choked everything sehun was out of him and replaced it with a madman on roids, he hated to admit it, but it was fun.

and in the gaps between constant waking up in the middle of the night he’d feels a short desire of the curse to swallow him whole again. he’d feel a rush of need to touch skin and inject the high of the uncontrollable curse to wash over his body. 

he wakes up desiring the evil rush, 

(it’s like a fucking wet dream.)

sehun had let his flaming demon out of it’s cage and now he can’t find that motherfucker. and that’s bad news, 

‘cause all it’s going to be burning and wreaking havoc on everything and everyone, only leaving ashes behind. 

and it is wrong for he had been the only one who enjoyed himself. and it is wrong for he had been the one who felt complete. and it is wrong for he had been the one whose skin and heart still beats with yearning for that high for one more time. 

@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.

FINGERS TIGHT around clammy digits, suji wastes little time to tug & drag at the seemingly clueless older, adrenaline pumping through thin veins as she stumbles out of the “portal” with junhoe in tow. BREATHLESS in the act, the younger wastes no time to dash down the hall, rounding a corner and finally stopping inside the stairway. 

and yet her heart pounds, bangs and SLAMS against her chest -- she hates this. hates it.

“we--w--” she starts, unable to both piece her words and her thoughts together. what does she do? what can she even do?

grip still tight on the older’s hand, suji wastes no time to tug for his attention, face pale and teeth DIGGING into tender flesh. “oppa, we need to find a way out of here.”

but what about the others?

her heart squeezes uncomfortably, GUILT quick to surface at the thought of the few she had left behind unknowingly. the budding superhero in her, with a heart as big than life, simply wouldn’t let this go easy.  “we’ll get out of here and find the trainers--and then we’ll come back for the others!”

1ST FLOOR ( LOBBY ) — trying to find a way out ( failing )

2ND FLOOR ( HALLWAY ) — first encounter ( getting filled in on what’s happening **spirit swarm? )

3RD FLOOR ( CLOSET ) — hiding ( **a beast lurks nearby )

4TH FLOOR ( OPERATING ROOM ) — calamity ( ** wretch possesseth { can go either way } ) 

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?