* ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ / 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙

[sorvns]

truthhcrts‌:

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.”

he’s leaning his head against the wall, drawing random shapes in the dirt, when he’s rudely interrupted by whoever had decided to take up space beside him. he hadn’t bothered to look, but now he wishes that he had. he lets out a loud sigh to let minki know that he doesn’t want to be spoken to then rolls his eyes. a part of him does wonder though how many naive people the boy has tricked with his words. not everyone on campus has enough brain cells to put two and two together. but soren loves affection of any kind so he isn’t above milking it even if it’s fake. even if it’s only for a moment. “oh my god ...” he gasps lightly, raising his head. “i can’t believe this is finally happening. i’ve only ever dreamed of it.” he says, turning to face minki. “i just ... it would be an honor to make out with you.” he states. leaning forward with puckered lips, he closes his eyes, then shoots his hand out and smacks the other boy across the mouth. hard. he hopes hard enough to break skin, but it’s fine either way. he still got the satisfaction and that’s all that matters. “fuck off. i’m sure someone over there will take pity and give you a handy in the back of the barn if you ask nicely.” he waves him off.

[sorvns]

simonkxng‌:

As if it was reflex, Simon’s arm moved up behind him. First, his elbow hitting the stranger’s chin before hitting him clear in the face with his hand knuckle-white in the fist. Turning himself around to find out the stranger wasn’t a threat but rather a friend, Soren. “Jesus Christ…” He spoke, scared shitless, “You can’t just like… do that to someone?”

soren’s head comically snaps back at the force and he stumbles. but, even as he’s holding his nose, he’s still laughing through the pain. at least for a couple of seconds. “well, i see that now!” he exclaims, motioning to his own face. his laughter has died down and he can’t help the swell of anxiety bubbling in his chest. god, he doesn’t want to even look at the damage. not that he could even if he wanted to, but that’s not the point. “is my nose broken? please tell me it’s not.” he closes his eyes, reluctantly dropping his hand.

[sorvns]

ofenimgas‌:

instinctively jo presses her hand closer to her chest. it hurts like hell, but she won’t cry not in front of these people in barn. hell, there’s a very very short list of people she’d even consider crying in front of her. what she doesn’t expect is for soren to be one of the ones to check in on her. they never could get along, so his soft tone takes back a bit. “yeah, it’s no big deal,” she answered him cooly, but despite her answer at his next offer she chews on her bottom lip considering it. hesitantly she pulls her arm away from her and holds it out to him. “um, can you just tell me if it’s broken or not? i’m pretty sure it’s not but—” she paused using her free hand to push a piece of hair behind her ear, “emilie is kinda counting on me for the team and all,” she didn’t know why she felt the need to explain herself but she did so anyways. 

he hums at her words knowing they come from a place of desperation, desperation to not have a broken hand, but he isn’t so sure as he gently takes her hand into his own. it’s not like he’s an expert or anything, but he broke his hand playing hockey a couple of years ago then two more times after when he got into some bar fights. so, he feels like it’s safe to say that he knows the signs. “it’s already starting to swell.” he points out, distorting his face into comical concern. “not a good thing.” he adds. turning her hand over, he studies the skin for bruising but it may still be too early to tell so he doesn’t comment when there is none. “try closing your hand in a fist then opening it. do the same with your fingers.” he instructs. “if you can’t or it’s too sore then you may have a problem. i mean, it doesn’t exactly look broken but that also isn’t saying much. you could have a fractured scaphoid which a lot of people have when they think their hand is just sprained instead of broken.”

[bangtan]

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[sorvns]

svnmae‌:

Mae was trying not to let the situation get to them but after hours in the barn and no idea when it was going to be over. They’d taken their seat a while ago, having a hard time standing around still with the others. Leaned back on the wall, legs out in front of them and hands rubbing absently at hips and thighs, Mae watches the others around the barn. No one’s cells were working, no one had brought food or drink ( why when they were promised an hour ). “I just want to go back to bed.”

not wanting to deal with the situation or the people, soren makes himself a little bed where no hay can get up his ass and, hopefully, no creepy crawlies can get inside his ear. then, he promptly lays on his stomach, head pillowed on his arms, and closes his eyes. as long as no one bothers him, maybe he can convince himself that he’s still in his bed and not in some disgusting barn. but, then, someone voices his exact thoughts and a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. at least it belongs to someone he actually likes and not anyone else in the vicinity. “i can share my makeshift bed with you.” he offers, patting the solid ground next to him. “if we try hard enough, we might be able to convince ourselves that we’re back in our dorms and not stuck in this hellhole.”

[truthhcrts]

snapchat // minki & soren

[sorvns]

truthhcrts‌:

[ MINKI ] are u… [ MINKI ] a virgin? [ MINKI ] waiting for the love of ur life? [ MINKI ] now i feel kinda bad for not being nice to you. [ MINKI ] you’re actually a sweetheart. ADORABLE. 🤢🤢🤢 [ MINKI ] i’ll keep ur secret, tho. my fave virgin 🤢 only because ur the only virgin i kno 🤢

[ SOREN ] yup totally [ SOREN ] havent even looked at my own dick [ SOREN ] i close my eyes when i pee [ SOREN ] n i pray the entire time i shower [ SOREN ] cant believe you’ve figured out my secret [ SOREN ] im just a big virg n thats why ion wanna fuck u [ SOREN ] its totally not cause i just dont wanna fuck u

[realbiggay]

my interests include rough sex and compassion for animals

[jjeongukks]

[sorvns]

riivvcrs‌:

if river had known he was gonna die in a musty old barn he would have lived his life differently… he wasn’t sure how he would’ve bettered his life…sucked more dick, maybe? he wasn’t sure- he couldn’t think straight, the smell of hay and rotting wood seeping into his brain through his unimaginably thick skull driving him half insane. so he decided to accept his fate, rather than try to spiderman out of the place- that kind of clownery could wait until they were a good fifteen hours in. he had found a spot in the middle of the barn, and lay down on his back, spread eagle, waiting for addie or god or whatever to take him. “kill me,” ever overdramatic and attention seeking- “just fucking kill me. but get me off before, i dont wanna be full of nut when i stroll up to the pearly gates.”

"as if you’re gonna be strollin’ up to the pearly gates.” he rolls his eyes. he wonders if the goal of the night was to gather all the most dramatic people on campus in one place because, if so, it’s definitely been accomplished. either that or the most annoying, he still hasn’t decided. he just wants to ask god what he ever did to deserve this. he should be in bed or something, not stuck in a confined space with these people. “what exactly makes you think you’d get into heaven? doubt you’ve done one decent thing in your life.” he quirks a brow, kicking his foot into river’s side. he doesn’t do it hard enough to break anything, but also not gentle enough to not hurt. “i can still kill you though if you want. i don’t mind.” he smiles, ignoring the other half of the request. he refuses to humor people like that. 

[sorvns]

simonkxng‌:

So here he was. Entering this stupid barn that he was told to go to from stupid text messages. His gut feeling told him that this wasn’t going to go right, that he should just take this to the police or his dad even. But this anonymous texter knew his secrets, he knew that much and that fact alone scared him into not getting help. Simon’s backpack was on his back, full of his uneaten lunch from earlier and a couple of notebooks and his abnormal psych textbook. If he was going to be stuck here for an hour, at least he could study for his midterm. “H-hello?” The boy called out into the barn as he entered the doors. 

the text, the invitation, the location — it all feels like the setup to a super cliché horror movie. but soren still goes because he doesn’t have any other choice. however, what he doesn’t expect is for someone else to show up. so, when he hears simon’s voice, he takes the opportunity to have a little fun with their predicament. who would he be if he let such a moment pass him by? pressing his body against the wall next to the doors, he practically stops breathing and waits patiently for the other to fully enter. his heart is beating so wildly in his chest though that he wonders whether the other can hear it. he doesn’t need to wonder long, swallowing the nervous lump of anticipation in his throat, as simon steps through. “boo!” he yells, jumping out and grabbing onto the boy’s shoulders.

[sorvns]

ofenimgas‌:

the panic of the situation didn’t set into jo until she stood there watching her phone’s lock screen pass the two hour mark. her annoyance at the situation was bubbling faster and faster to the surface. a general sense of panic had begun to set in to the group around her and certain people were starting to get to the end of her nerves. letting out a frustrated huff she pushed through the crowd towards the door at the front of the barn. “c’mon are you guys sure you’re pushing hard enough?” she pushed someone out of the way, emphasizing her words with a huff. she used her entire weight and might behind her petite body to push at the door. however, just like the times before it didn’t budge. “fuck, there has got to be a way out,” her voice dropped anger dripping through her words. jo knew she had a bit of a temper problem, it was something she had tried to keep under control. unable to help herself her hand shot out punching into the wall beside the door as if that would do any good. pain immediately spread from her knuckles as she let out a soft inaudible whine. the punch didn’t help at all barely making a scratch on the barn wall. “it’s fine, that didn’t hurt —i’m fine,” she stuttered out bringing her hand to her chest, blinking back the tears from the pain, “i just want to get out of here.”

even though it’s stupid and a waste of time, soren still understands the motivation behind everyone trying to break their way out of the barn. people are panicking, and rightfully so, but he’s also annoyed. he isn’t helping, not because he doesn’t want to leave, but because he wants to wait until everyone calms down so he can think clearly. right now ... it’s all just noise. the only time he steps forward is when he sees jo punch the wall, quickly retracting her hand to her chest, in obvious pain. she tries to hide it, but isn’t very good at it. and even though she doesn’t like him very much, he isn’t completely heartless. “are you alright?” he asks, gaze glancing from her hand to her face. her eyes are starting to mist over, but he doubts she’ll cry. at least not in front of everyone. “do you want me to look at it?” he offers. “i’ve dealt with a lot of broken hands, could at least tell you that much.”

[sorvns]

text // minki ft. soren

minki: that's funny comin from someone who looks like they spend their free time on tumblr reblogging cheesy fuckin quotes n shit :(

minki: it's too small for me anyway. get bigger, maybe? you tiny fuckin human.

minki: ya, tell me somethin that isn't obvious.

minki: fuck off. don't sell it.

soren: how'd u know?

soren: when he thinks bein two inches taller means sumn

soren: are u ok? like genuinely? usin so many brain cells tryna come up with a witty response to everything must be hard on u

soren: ur not gonna know if i do so

[sorvns]

choiriin‌:

rin saw this coming, and she came prepared. if someone knew addie well, it was her old best friend. she didn’t expect to find so many other people in the barn, yet she wasn’t so surprised they were all stupid enough to believe they would stay here for just an hour. rin’s backpack was filled to the brim as if she was going camping - she even made sure to carry her bigger one, complete with enough food and water and even a pillow. she didn’t know how long she’d stay here, but it was better to be safe than sorry. 

she sat in the corner of the barn, watching in amusement as people attempted to break open the door, popping a chip in her mouth. “so stupid.” she chuckled, then looked at the person beside her. she continued to eat like she was sat in a theater and raised an eyebrow at them. “you don’t really believe they could break open that door, huh? someone will dislocate their arm before that could happen.” 

soren readjusts the hat on his head as he holds his phone up, left, right, and down for the millionth time. he shouldn’t be surprised when it still shows that he has no service, but he lets out a long sigh anyway. to say that spending his night in a barn isn’t exactly ideal would be an understatement, but it’s even worse when he looks around and realizes who else is stuck inside. just a bunch of mirrored personalities who never shut up. great. and, not to mention, he feels like he has a handful of hay up his ass. the fun truly never ends. “nah, but i’m not gonna stop ‘em.” he states, leaning against the wall.

“we need some kind of entertainment.” he adds, sparing a glance at the girl as she happily munches on her snack. he almost asks for a bite, but decides against it. he trains his eyes on the few still trying to find a way out, twirling his phone around in his hand before tucking it away into the pocket of his hoodie. “you wouldn’t happen to have service, would you?” he decides to ask. he figures that she doesn’t or else she would surely be using it, but it’s always worth a shot. there’s always a chance. “this is all kinda fuckin’ weird, don’t you think? feel like i’m in a horror movie.”

[fypjm]

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[truthhcrts]

snapchat // minki & soren

[sorvns]

truthhcrts‌:

[ MINKI ] i’m fully self aware, thank u [ MINKI ] ok.. [ MINKI ] wait, fr? [ MINKI ] i assumed u were out here… being a hoe like the rest of us [ MINKI ] ur rly not? [ MINKI ] kinda hurt u wouldn’t fuck me tho… i know i’m a bitch to u but this? :( [ MINKI ] lemme guess….. ur in love with someone :( what’s the backstory we’ll pretend i’m not rude to u for five mins cmon

[ SOREN ] back to square one again.. [ SOREN ] told u that u dont know shit about me [ SOREN ] u should go into acting [ SOREN ] you’d be good at it [ SOREN ] me? in love? lmao no [ SOREN ] dont need an excuse [ SOREN ] it just is what it is

[craigslits]

[nathanhq-deactivated20190322]

snapchat. // nathan.

[sorvns]

nathanhq‌:

[ NATE ]  besties who drink together [ NATE ]  stay together [ NATE ]  i don’t think you could relate

[ SOREN ] ur right im friendless [ SOREN ] truly tragic.. [ SOREN ] on the plus side just means more alcohol for me