flee from hell ♡ triple h

flee from hell ↬ nine

all of a sudden they were surrounded in half-naked bodies jumping and swinging throughout. they all lose themselves through the vibrating beats of the club music. the vibrant, delirious colors flashing in the room gave hyojong a headache. the anonymous bodies jump up and down in sync with the bass of the music. 

hui sighs, looking at hyojong. "okay now, uh.. we have me, hyojong.." hui becomes astonished, "w-where's hyuna?"

hui and hyojong stare ahead, just to notice hyuna hopping with everyone else. he could observe her, wasting herself to the song and the euphoria everyone else has with it. hui rustles, dragging himself to a seat at the bar. hyojong, with his palm on his forehead, followed.

"a glass of water, thank you." hui tells the bartender. the bartender nods as he steps away. hyojong has a seat next to hui. he marked the sparkles in his dull eyes- which, was a first ever since he engaged with him.

"you know.." hyojong messes with his hair, "i've always wanted to disappear. like, i'm being real literal here. but from witnessing her.. god damn i regret everything." the loud music beat the volume of hyojong's voice.

"w-what? i can't hear you." hui shouts. hyojong shifts closer to him, echoing what he previously said.

"and what made you feel like that, hm?" hui questions. the bartender slid the glass of water to him.

hyojong breathes, "eh.. childhood shit. wasn't raised that well- and i just simply didn't wanna be existing so. but like i said, gosh.. hyuna's beautiful. i want to make her mine."

hui takes a sip of water, rotating his stool at the mob of people. he gazes at hyuna, most notable because of her California sunset hair. she continues to dance under the disco light, making her hair frizzy with a large, large smile. he could see why hyojong wants her that much- she really is elegant. hyuna stops, locating her way into the crowd and to the bar, where hui and hyojong is.

hyojong limpidly smirks, "hey hyuna.." he waves her way to him.

"hey baby," she sits on his lap. hyojong's eyes widen from the nickname she'd call him.

"you thirsty?" he questions, putting his hand against her cheek.

"yeah, ah~ what a good night." she responds. hyojong smiles once more, reaching his hand out onto hui's glass of water. he'd grant it to hyuna. hui wouldn't notice due to him looking at the crowd.

"i-i love you," hyojong whispered into hyuna's ear. he'd place his forehead on hers, and placing his hands on her waist. he begins to feel a bit hot facing the subject of his admiration.

"i love you too," she grins. hui finally turns around.

"hey, where's my water-"

and there hyojong went, as he tipped forward, both him and hyuna locking their eyes; attaching their delicate plum lips on each other.