if there was one thing Jia thought she was good at, it was making friends. If you asked someone else, like her cousin Minsoo, he would say it was being a pain in the ass. Both applied to be perfectly honest. Currently, she was doing her best to be the poster child for the second. Junsu would be surprised at her arrival for more than one reason. Jia laid spread out on Junsu’s bed, her head hanging off the foot as she absent-mindedly watched a pay per view movie he’d be footing the bill for. Strewn across the bed next to her were several empty takeout containers and different candy wrappers. Sure, Junsu might be annoyed with the mess but after a drink and a few jokes, he'd forget it in no time flat. He'd probably be so happy to see her again he wouldn't even bat an eye. After all, this was usual Jia behavior since her and Junsu had a relationship with little, if any, boundaries. Sighing, she rolled onto her stomach. The movie was getting boring and she wanted something she enjoyed while she waited for her friend. Digging in her bag, she pulled out her DVD of the lion king. Rolling off the bed rather ungracefully, Jia landed on the floor in a heap. Pushing herself up, she crawled over to his TV, placing it in the TV with a lopsided grin. She scurried back onto the bed, wrapping herself up in the comforter and the fleet of pillows that lined the headboard. Hearing the locks of the door click, she buried herself deeper into the fortress of bedding, nothing but her eyes visible. The minute he got close enough she'd ambush him.
It was yet another night for Nichkhun to feed, it was only a week ago when he found himself feeding upon a homesick farm boy with not even a book in his room. Pity, Nichkhun found, was going to be a common feeling for the next few months.
He sighed before pulling out his phone, he decided to take the number of minutes to be the room he would enter that night to feed.
"Forty-five." He sighed and began walking up the stairs. Why had he chosen the Institute? Perhaps for the reason that happiness flowed as much as the pain from the past did. In the Brotherhood the rooms were filled with people that didn't dwell on what happened, instead they fight it off and move on with their calloused exteriors. Nichkhun grew tired of it really, there was no such thing as genuine on this island.
He passed each door with caution, if he were caught it was likely he'd be speaking to Dongwook the next morning, "Forty-three," He stopped and eyed the door with the number forty-five. A heavy sigh left him and as he closed his eyes he dissapperated with ease, opening his eyes to a dark room and yet another sleeping kid. He looked angry as he slept rather stoically, like a doll placed in the bed to look seemingly perfect.
Nichkhun stepped closer and with one single inhaling he could already taste the foul bitterness of fear.
The new location was darker, somehow Khun found that impossible. To his left there was the sound of chains on concrete, then a small moan - most likely the victim himself.
Khun's night vision kicked in when the victim began to wrestle with the chains, as if he could break free with the simple human strength. Then a whimper escaped the boy, Nichkhun too saw the cause of his fear.
The victim's hands were completely covered in blood, the vital fluid seemed relatively new considering it still dripped and trickled down his arm.
Shock, that's all Nichkhun saw. Fear, confusion, the usual is what Nichkhun felt. Then to his right there was the faint sound of a snore as well as a shuffle. Khun bent down and found a man completely drenched in water, from head to toe- yet unlike the blood from the victim- there was no trace of water on the concrete as easily as it should have been seen.
Nichkhun too was confused, perhaps this was a ghost of the victim's. Never the less he began to feel full, the memory began to blur and he exhaled deeply as he knelt beside the sleeping victim.
He suddenly felt nauseas, as if all the feelings he had just now clashed together to create on bit twist in his stomach. Nichkhun stepped away as the victim awoke, he was out of breath and looked troubled- angry.
Khun clenched his eyes together and pictured his room, where he opened his eyes to. He stood directly by his bed, he would've collapsed on it if he wasn't so befuddled.
Chains was one thing, a few giveaways there but they weren't exactly the strongest for his thesis. The blood was another, it looked as if it were still new- coming from his own hands even. Again there was no strong clue to back him up.
That man however, dead asleep only a snore and a small adjustment while drenched wet and the concrete completely dry.
If only there weren't such a thing as strange, Nichkhun thought, I wouldn't have to be so disturbed.
The only problem with that statement is the fact that Nichkhun himself is the cause of the disturbance. He'll learn that with time, hopefully.
xmen-xiah replied to your post: [text] dnt kno th 3 bottle go lost… hez hard t get drnk tho~~~~ gud, thas a sin ~~ peek meh up, hyungggg ??
(/frowns at the first message, tries to curse but can’t because he can’t even think properly right now and grins at the 2nd text) [text] inside th fountain ~ pweety lights…..~~
(/furrows his eyebrows together as he reads his text and sighs, wondering why everyone seemed to text/call him when they were drunk.)
Hyoyeon sat up with a sudden jolt. She looked up only to find one of her instructors looking at her bemusedly. "Sorry, what was that?" She sheepishly asked.
"The workshop starts in two minutes. Do you want to... ummm... well..." The instructor was one of the many at the studio that were easily intimidated by her. It was probably the easy-going hip-hop teacher that dared the poor girl to ask Hyoyeon if she wanted to participate.
Hyoyeon took a quick glance at the flyer on her desk and shook her head. Step by KARA. "No, thank you. I'll just sit in and watch. I'm still worn out from yesterday's workshop. But thank you very much." She smiled tiredly, causing the instructor to hesitate before smiling back. It was already Wednesday, and Hyoyeon was drained. She was seriously beginning to doubt if she could last the rest of the week.
"Oh... and you've had people here waiting to sign in..." she softly added before retreating back to the color studio.
Oops. Hyoyeon quickly apologized to the few participants left waiting in the lobby before signing them all in. She stood up at eight-o-clock, after the last person had signed in, and gathered up the sign-up sheet. However, the door had promptly opened, causing her to stop what she was doing and look up.
"Oh, welcome to Shin's Shining Studio's!" she greeted the stranger. "How can I help you?"
