Stranger Danger // Myung & Yubin
She was wondering around now, just a little lost. It was dark and people roamed back and forth, she was out of the house, after losing Hana. She had made her way out with minimal scarring, it seemed to be just starting and warming up, so nothing really freaked her out, finding nothing to do, she went back inside, behind a group of people. She followed, hanging back to take in some of the things herself, until the lights cut off. She took a gulp of air and inched closer to the group, there was a small light to guide, then and she was sure, she felt something grab onto her leg. Before she could scream, she slapped a hand over her mouth.
She reached and grabbed a hold of someones arm, it felt like a guy so she felt a little bitter. Why didn’t Jinhwan come with her? She was going to stare at him until he felt bad, but she was happy whoever this was didn’t mind her clinging. As they walked through the house, she held on tightly, there was a moment when she wanted to ask the name but she was to scared to speak, honestly she was pretty sure it was her mind scaring her more then the house, still whatever it was it worked and she was fine with that. Her grip tightened around the male and she hopped they were almost out of the house, the deeper they got, the darker it got and if something else touched her, she’d scream.
The prospect of yet another trip to the house is too much of a chore, Myungsoo realizes as he’s yet again immersed in a group of people he doesn’t know, traversing the path leading to the pitch black darkness that’s supposed to greet them on the way in. It’s pretty much a breeze at his first time, because he’s apathetic of anything supernatural, but when Kyungjong drags him to finally try the haunted house after chickening out at first, Myungsoo lets out a sigh. The interior of the building was mediocre at best, and if it were only him he’d rather spend getting bored in math class than getting bored looking at the actors inside.
— tw: mentions of blood and gore
Still, the boy figures he could get a good laugh at the scaredy cat that was Kyungjong. So he ends up in the dark hallway with his friend clinging with a vise-like grip on his arm, skimming through the actors’ appearances with their pitch-perfect screeches filling the void in every room they enter. He wraps his fingers on the wrist of the hand clutching to his sweater to pry it away before heading out to venture into another room, completely enjoying his friend’s misery. “You like babies, don’t you?” he mutters in the midst of people’s terrified shouts, and makes his way to a path that he thinks should lead into a corner where a crib holds a baby mannequin, bloodied head disconnected to an equally bloodied body.
