【♛】LAUGHTER AND DISTRESS;
“This vapor is making my skin feel disgusting,” he snidely commented as he followed Jongsuk’s directions and went the specific way that the older had wished to go. “I am almost convinced to leave.” From the thick vapor down to the lack of individuals willing to participate in the maze, there were a handful of indicators that made the mirror attraction questionable. However, the authenticity and safety did not make its greatest impact to Junho until he suddenly froze, his fingers locked on Jongsuk’s hand holding the older back, as his head snapped to the left.
–“Haneul— Park Haneul! You bastard, open up!”
Eyebrows suddenly knitted together, a feeling of dread plummeted into Junho’s stomach as his fingers shook lightly.
“Jongsuk– let’s go.” He tore his gaze away from the left and, rubbing his eyes to clear his vision, he attempted to trek on once more, his fingers shivering slightly as his gaze occasionally darted to-and-fro, fearful of a childhood scar suddenly erupting.
it was as the fog started to thicken did jongsuk feel his skin crawl with something; something akin to - fear. he didn’t know why, he was never really afraid of fog before... but junho’s words hit him hard, the tone of his voice and the way he seemed so urgent. turning his head slightly, he took note of where they were and his hand tightened it’s grip with junho’s, “right.” he breathed, before making a right and trying to find a clear exit. it was then at that moment he made the mistake of glancing towards one of the mirrors on his right; and catching glimpse of snow - snow painted red with blood. he shook his head and swallowed thickly; the uneasy feeling from earlier setting in the pit of his stomach.
he tried to block out the sudden sounds of feet stepping on tiled floor and pulled junho closer, “you know - i figured this place would be fucked up...” he mumbled, biting the inside of his cheek and moving his arm to instead wrap around junho’s shoulder and pull him closer. if these mirrors show’d our worst fears - who knows what junho was seeing in their reflection.
his mind raced back to the words junho spoke that night; of his childhood.
so he held on tighter.









