resurrection.
( — ; there’s this something that brews within Kai and it smells pungent, like mirth mixed with mischief—two attributes which Kai has learned better to define himself with. there’s this something which covets chaos to simmer within people, within his victims, being the twisted twisted being that he is. he’d justify himself by saying that oh, I’m a social being, and sometimes homo homini lupus. he’ll eat them alive, tearing their flesh open, indulging in the sight of carnage as he rips their hearts to shreds like pomegranate between his teeth. vermillion never looks so good against his sun-kissed skin. insanity is never brandished so well on his hands. and so he marches forth, towards a room that he’s become a little too familiarized with. knock knock. I came for a reason too trite you can taste the vapidity on your tongue. knock knock. the end isn’t nigh; don’t be afraid. I’m not going to claw your insides now, Jongsuk. ) Hyung, it’s me. Kai.
[ jongsuk learns to feel his body do its thing -- pumping and churning and constantly evolving, things they do without his permission. it is a quiet morning filled with the sound of the drum in his chest and the wind breathing in through his window, moving his curtains in a way that changes the light dancing on closed eyelids. when the sound of knocks startle their way into his perception, every part of him feels under attack, and are only relieved of their defenses when a familiar voice calls out to him. ] kai? [ he silently pads his way to the door, inviting in the boy's face with a small wave. still heavy from the weight of the sun, he utters a few incoherent grunts before a nonchalant, ] what do you need?













