i'm an alien among the human beings.

minki was really growing more and more bored by the second. he was starting to think that maybe the bitch really just wanted them to all die slow, miserable deaths. as a horror lover, minki personally just found it lazy. he wanted drama in his last moments. with that thought, he felt encouraged to peer over to whoever was beside them. “since these might be our very last hours alive... i have something to tell you.” he shifted to face them a bit more, his head cocked. “i’m in love with you. deeply, truly, madly in love.” he paused for a moment, his expression looking soft enough to be almost believable. “i’m not forcing anything on you, of course, but... if you wanna make out now, i’m def all for it. have your way with me.”

minki had never done well with feelings like guilt or regret. for the most part, he was rather convinced that those too feelings just didn’t exist in his set of emotions that he was capable of - which was a very small list, anyway. he hadn’t felt much different when it came to them hooking up, but he could tell that emilie wasn’t too happy about it. minki was kind enough to give her space, but considering other peoples feelings to any extent sounded boring when they were all about to die, regardless. “i’m trying to not use it too much, but... fuck, it’s boring in here. i can only sit and laugh at bitches hurting themselves for so long before i just get a goddamn headache, you know?” he crinkled his nose a bit, watching quietly as she fumbled through her bag. “oh, shit, really?” the color was a little soft for minki’s taste, but for the sake of a distraction he was holding his hand out for her. “might as well go out looking good, huh? not that i wouldn’t have already, but this is a nice addition,” he teased, gently nudging her after.

in every other situation in his life, when minki felt like he had an opportunity to be as loud and dramatic as possible, he took hold of it. his over the top displays of disgust and annoyance were an expected bit of his personality. yet, a day where he seemed to be in genuine danger had left him calmly tapping his feet as he waited for what he assumed was inevitable death.  while happy for his impending doom, he couldn’t help but laugh at some of the reactions around him, namely river. the second he saw his friend’s body spread out across the floor, minki had naturally eased his way over. “kill you?” he echoed the request with a small pout, kneeling down in front of him. “aw, you have a thing for public sex, huh? that’s adorable,” he cooed, as usual far too happy pestering the boy rather than accepting that he was even more disgusting than minki himself. “i was hoping our first time could be more intimate... i already bought all the candles. guess it’ll all be going to waste, now.” he huffed, his shoulders falling in defeat. “do you think heaven and hell ever get to have little meet ups? a little... barbecue, or something. we could fuck during one of those, for sure."

“oh, a hard practice?” minki raised a brow, his head cocked in a far too obnoxious manner. he was pretty confident that if he met an exact version of himself, he would’ve already lost all of his patience. maybe punched himself - definitely filed a restraining order, at the very least. it was strange how he could hate his own personality so much, and yet consistently... be so annoying regardless. “feel free to tell me how hard it was, jo jo. i’d love to know.” with that he widened his eyes, wiggling his eyebrows mockingly. “it was obviously fate, babe. you and i were meant to be here together, talking about hard things, sharing hard things, even,” he suggested with a shrug, feigning innocence behind his words. it all came colliding down when she pulled him down, grunting in annoyance as he stumbled, giving her enough time to get the water from him. “that hurt,” he complained with a huff, dusting himself off and peering around to see if anyone had overseen before he was quickly jumping back into it. “right now? want me to go with you? i can keep watch, make sure no one creeps on you, you know? i know, i’m a gentleman. you don’t have to tell me.”

minki: fuck off. don't sell it.

minki had expected the worst when showing up, but that didn’t mean he’d bothered to prepare. at all. he assumed the death thing would come faster, so he’d just brought his camera for some final memories in prep. honestly, if addie wanted to kill off anyone, minki imagined he’d be part of her top eight. the two had been nowhere near good terms by the end of it all, and she seemed to know... everything. which only made his death more inevitable, he felt like. he was just impatiently waiting for his murder when he noticed rin snacking off to the side. the food was enough to catch his attention, easing his way over and sitting beside her. he didn’t immediately beg, however, far too proud to immediately resort to such an embarrassing state for chips. instead he stayed quiet until he was acknowledged, peering over with a raised brow. “ugh, fuck, i hope. i’m tryin’ to get some entertainment out of this torturous barn full of obnoxious people.” he rolled his eyes, which landed on the chips in her hand once again. “wanna make a game out of it? let’s bet who’s gonna hurt themselves next, and how. if i win, i get... chips, or somethin’ else outta that big ass bag of yours.”

minki wasn’t sure how he always ended up in these situations with ezra. as much as the other seemed to get on his nerves, it also felt like they were constantly together. it was confusing, and annoying, but minki didn’t have the energy to overthink it. he was currently moving around the dorm, cleaning up all of lex’s messes - as per usual, when ezra spoke. the sound hit his ears in the way that it usually did, his nose crinkling in question. “that’s all of them,” he muttered, throwing a shirt into the laundry basket and still not giving the other his full attention. he huffed as the boy seemed to search his brain for everything - it was almost interesting to watch. almost. if minki were nicer, maybe he’d admit that sometimes he wondered what it looked like inside of ezra’s mind - how quickly everything was probably moving. on to the next topic, and the next. minki didn’t say much, guessing that he was just a breathing brick wall for the other boy to feel more sane rambling to. it wasn’t until the horror movie was mentioned that minki peered up, his held tilted. “yeah, i’m teachin’ elementary school,” he muttered, finally, moving over and casually flicking the other boy’s forehead before sitting down beside him. “i’ll be damned if i’m singin’ any nursery rhymes to a room full ‘a children. shit’s creepy as fuck.” adjusting himself, he put a very purposeful space between them, before sending the other a sharp scowl. “if you open your mouth during this movie, so help me god, ezra... i have tape.”

“i just wanna die already,” minki replied, his sigh dramatically drawn out, as if it were something exciting that was just out of reach. it was easier for him to joke about, but maybe once people starting falling he’d realize the severity of the situation. the worst addie had done to him was force him to wear the mascot suit for twenty-four hours. which, while miserable, still wasn’t terrifying. “cheer up,” he finally encouraged, kneeling down in front of them and tapping under her chin with his index finger. “i’m sure we’ll get out eventually, or some shit. someone in here has to have... overprotective parents, or some shit. i dunno. don’t worry about it.”

minki felt stiff. the barn was becoming more and more stuffy, as everyone seemed to be using every ounce of their energy to break down something that clearly wasn’t coming down any time soon. he’d caught glances at everyone, watching over certain people as they seemed to be in a panic, and lex was clearly one of the victims of that fear. minki’s gaze fell down to his bloody hands, but he didn’t say anything beyond that. it was none of his business. instead, minki stretched his legs out, bending them back and forth until he noticed the other shift to the center. with a raised brow, minki stared only to turn his attention away again. it wasn’t until his name burned against his ears that he quickly shot his head up again. the glare sent to the other boy was more intense than anything before - which was really saying a lot for the pair. it wasn’t like people didn’t know minki liked to sleep around, but... he couldn’t hate lex in peace with that being public knowledge. “what the fuck?” minki finally rose to his feet,  glad he chose to wear shoes with a boost. it gave him the smallest upper hand, with the ability to hover over lex. “while it’s incredibly adorable that in your last moments you’re thinking about my dick... shut the fuck up, maybe?” he paused, looking the other up and down before continuing, “and you seemed to be enjoying it a lot more than alright, bitch.” with that, he shoved the other boy, far too defensive over something that only really mattered to him. “stop spreading fuckin’ rumors. it doesn’t matter,” he said, singing out the last word, “we’re all dying anyway. i’d rather them not go out thinking your mouth touched my dick, though, thanks.”

minki and emilie had definitely grown distant since their hook up. there was no denying that. minki assumed it was a thing on her side, leaving her alone because he was better than acting pestering and clingy after a one night stand, no matter who it was, but the likeliness of their death had been enough to let him fall into the place beside her with a quiet huff. he was still holding tightly to his camera... and maybe that was part of why he’d kept his cool. his camera had always been his safety blanket, and even in a situation of panic, it was enough for him to stop himself from completely going insane like some of the others. “never started trying,” he said, his low voice buzzing out past the consistent cries and complaints from the people surrounding them. “bring any nail polish with you? i’d really like to go out in style.” with that, he held his own hand out, analyzing it momentarily. “thoughts? good enough to pull off a manicure?”