QuinnxBritton

Hyunseung swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked around the room. No one was there except for the two of them. Hyunseung glanced behind himself at Yoseob. The blonde looked childish, but Hyunseung knew what he was capable of. "Erm, why are we here?" Hyunseung mumbled quietly, afraid of speaking too loud in the silent room. Yoseob made eye contact with the doe-eyed boy before making his way toward the bar. He hopped onto the counter and swung his legs over onto the other side before he grabbed some shot glasses and a bottle of clear liquid. He faced Hyunseung and tilted his head toward the bar stool in front of him. Hyunseung eyes grew

Junhyung sighed as he threw his head back against the headrest. He closed his eyes and frowed as he thought about Yoseob taking Hyunseung. "I wonder where they went. . ." He mumbled subconsiouslly, anger overcoming his body. He hated not knowing where Hyunseung was, or if he was safe, or even alive. "Probably Yoseob's. You know, where he does most of his work." Doojoon said as he focused on the dark road ahead of him. Junhyung slightly jumped at what his elder said. Yoseob's place had tons of drugs in it, who knew what would happen to the doe-eyed boy. "Why would they go there?" Junhyung looked up and asked as he scowled, wanting every bit o

Staring in a mirror. Everything but nothing shows. Your skin molded against emotions. Crevices of dead burning tears. Hair swept away from force. Bones ripping through the skin. Uneasy stance made of fright. Glistening eyes, full of hurt. Unsteady moving of a chest. Up. Down. Up. Up. Down. Down. Down. Down. Hands twitch. Cringe. Glossy sheen. Slick knife. Layers of blood coating two hands. Fingernails caked with death. A pillow. The life beat out of it. A black stain on the sheets. Or is it red? The hazy glow flickers. Wires through the wall. The mirror is cracked. Imprint of a fist in the reflection. Death is young.

Bodies touch and hands wander, Fingers travel and nails graze, Sweat drips and saliva swapped, Hips sway and legs spread. Music through the wall, Vibrations all over, Lights forever changing, The atmosphere is alive. Grunts and moans, Yells and screams, Fucks and licks, All you can get. Tongue down there, Head down there, A joyride down there, Ecstasy right here.

Junhyung sighed as he opened the first box of many. The contents were wrapped in bubble wrap so they wouldn't break during their travel. He reached in and laced his fingers around a vase his parents had given to him as a wedding gift. Junhyung unwrapped the item and looked at the gift. The body of the vase was clear, any possible contents inside would be seeable, with several large pink azalea flowers painted across the widest part of it. He couldn't help but grimace at the delicate glass in his hands. He knew his mother loved the vessel, she had one similar on the countertop in her kitchen, but it didn't suit Junhyung's taste. He liked more

Junhyung took a deep breath, lungs filling with the sweet, murderous scent of spray paint. He shook the black can in his hand, the sound of metal clinking ringing through the halls of the school. It was midnight, the lights were off in all the classrooms and the hallways were dark, save for the three students and their flashlights. Junhyung moved the bandana around his neck to cover his mouth and nose, much like the way Doojoon and Yoseob had them on. He opened the lid of the metal can, and with one last shake,  sprayed a thick black line across the green lockers. He kept a steady spray of the black paint as he wrote, Doojoon and Yoseob vanda