365 fresh. + triple h.

five

blood-covered meet ups

hyuna wandered the streets aimlessly, stumbling alongside the highway, her flats scraping against the sidewalk. specs of blood were dotted around her low cut top and shorts, and her hands were completely stained with the red liquid.

memories flooded her mind that she tried to shake. the giggly feeling she got when the razor plunged into the man's chest, the warm butterflies that filled her stomach as she soaked up the blood with her cream colored-shawl. she couldn't deny what happened, and she couldn't deny she liked it.

she wanted to do it again. she wanted to kill again.

she walked down, further and further away from the now blood-covered barber shop, nearly tripping over her own feet. she felt like she was intoxicated with every drug there was. killing gave off this feeling, a feeling of warmth, or comfort.

hyuna giggled as her eyes became blurry, traveling to the moon which in her vision was twisted into an un recognizable shape. she felt drunk, and it seemed like the whole world was with her.

"on this endless night, even the moon is drunk." she mumbled to herself in a fit of giggles, stomping her feet on the gutter and dancing around in the small droplets of rain that began to fall from the newly-risen clouds.

she clicked her tongue, yelling abut as the ominous sounds of thunder booming grew from the distance. she hurried along the highway in a small panic, not bothering to look big ways before leaping onto the street.

a pretty white car lurches to an abrupt stop in front of her, making her clutch her heart in shock and fear. she gazed over the man in the front seat, who's eyes were currently traveling over her body in a perverted manner.

"need a ride?" he asks, rolling down his window and poking his head out from around the corner of it. he glances at the startled woman, expressionless, no hints of emotion within him.

"uh... yeah." she breathes out, relieved at least someone would help her that night. she remembered her mother's stern yet caring lecture about how she should never talk to strangers, but fuck it. her mom also told her to be nice, but she just lodged a razor in a man's stomach.

the man in the car rolls up his window, satisfied with hyuna's response, and motions with his hand for her to get in on the passenger's side. she does, her fingers gripping the door handle and leaving tiny red smudges alongside it. she climbs onto the leather seat and buckles the seatbelt which trailed over her chest.

"i'm hyuna." she says, shutting the door behind her and sighing, looking out at the seemingly endless road in front of them. "and thanks."

the man simply nods before once again starting the car. he shifts into drive and slowly guided the car down the highway, sighing. "i'm hui."

"nice to meet you, hui."

"how old are you?" the pink-haired boy asks abruptly, his eyes glancing from the road to the mirror at the top of the car so he could see her. she rests her slim face on the palm of her head and places her elbow at the armrest, sighing.

"twenty-four. you?" he eases the car to a stop at a nearby red light, observing the towering buildings and bright lights surrounding them.

"twenty three." hyuna lets out a small 'mhm.' sound, and the rest of the ride is spent almost entirely in silence. it is clear they both have a lot on their minds.

they continue down the road for a good five minutes, hyuna tapping her manicured nails against the closed windows and gazing out towards the beautiful night sky. the sun had fully set, but the area from which it disappeared was still painted beautiful shades of dark pink and mellow orange.

and while hyuna gazes at the midnight sky where the sun had long set, hui was staring at her.

his eyes searched over her orange red hair, tied messily in a bun atop her head with the rest left flowing frizzily, nearly hitting her waist before stopping in layers. she had dark brown eyes and a slightly upturned nose, with pink, plump lips that had the young boy mesmerized.

his focus trails up from her barely-covered ass to her nearly-exposed cleavage. he studies over everything about her, from her light blue shorts to her cream-colored flats. from her light grey to her blood covered hands.

hui reaches down and pulls a plain white towel out of the small compartment next to his seat, placing it between two of his fingers and handing it to hyuna, his eyes not leaving the road, his endless number of questions not leaving his mouth.

okay but another topp dogg promo stan the titty boys ship hanjoo okay? okay cool.

bjoo looks so cute with his ramen hair idgaf what anyone else says.