𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐝 ~Seongjoong~

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨: 𝐁𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐃𝐲𝐞

Once home he hurried into his bathroom, locking the door in the faces of the others. 

“Why don’t you look around as we do this, keep yourself distracted.” It said, gesturing for Seonghwa to leave before phasing through the door. Seonghwa sighed before turning around, walking to the living room. 

He sat on the couch, staring at the black screen in front of him. He took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair as he slouched into the couch. He then heard the bathroom door unlock, Hongjoong coming out and walking into the living room. The hair dye sat on his head while a towel sat on his shoulders. He sat next to Seonghwa on the couch and took the remote into his hand, turning on the TV. 

“How long does that have to stay on your head? The smell is irritating.” Seonghwa spoke, moving away from him. 

“30 to 45 minutes, so deal with it.” Hongjoong uttered under his breath as he pulled out his phone, setting a timer. 

“I think brown was nicer than black, black just makes you look sad, if you had a brighter color maybe you wouldn’t be so depressed.” Seonghwa stated, his words reminding Hongjoong of his God forsaken mother. 

“The black is easier to maintain.” He simply said, wanting to end the conversation as fast as possible. 

“You sound lazy Hongjoong, what’s so wrong with putting a little more effort into how you look?” Hongjoong took a deep breath, the dye smell filling his senses as he laid back. 

“Why don’t you try a new color huh? Maybe brighter colors would make you a better person.” Hongjoong stood, Seonghwa watched his movements. 

“Your timer didn’t go off yet.” 

“Yeah well right now I’m having the strongest urge to choke you, so if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to separate myself from you.” Hongjoong said before walking back to the bathroom, once again locking the door. 

“He would never actually hurt you.” It said, appearing next to Seonghwa. 

“He gets urges, thoughts, but he’d never act on them, he’s a good kid.” 

“He’s insane, should be put into a psych ward or a mental asylum.” Seonghwa sighed out, and switched the channel. 

“What’s your problem with him? He’s never done anything to you.” It spoke, getting defensive of its host. 

“I don’t have a problem with him, he’s just...not normal.” Seonghwa said, listening to the water from the shower flow in the background. 

“Shouldn’t you be in there or something?” It shook its head, getting closer to Seonghwa. 

“I’ll give him his space, for now, let’s talk about Hongjoong.” Seonghwa sighed, throwing his head back. 

“Why, what do we have to talk about, huh? How rude I am to him, how he’s mentally unstable and I need to be a little easier on him, how he’s fucking insane? I don’t care, he doesn't get anything special because he’s psychotic, he’s 24 years old. He’s not a child.” 

“No he’s not, we all know this, but you still need to remember, he’s not insane, psychotic or anything he’s fucking mentally ill. I know I’m supposed to keep him on track, keep him under, but you seem to forget that that’s my job! I don’t need you interfering with it!” It yelled, scaring Seonghwa in the process. 

They both then heard the bathroom door unlock once again. Hongjoong walked into the living room, a black stained towel over his bare shoulders as he continued to try and dry his hair. He moved it over, sitting down next to it.