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[itswonhosthighs]

Sike Pt. 3 2/2

The night was long and they talked, and talked.

The way the candle light smoothly showed upon Shania's face was so distracting, Hyungwon got lost for what seemed like centuries.

Their meal went well, and so did their walk back to her place.

"I'd ask you in.. But it's a mess.." She chuckled, remembering that her studies were all spread around the apartment.

"No worries. Let's take it slow.." He leaned in, smirk across his handsome face.

"A-Ah.. I didn't-"

"Ahh, you should see your flustered face, so cute!" He laughed out loud, making her pout.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that! You! Or I will have to arrest and punish you for over cuteness!"

"Bet!" A sharp gaze shoot up to Hyungwon, his heart skipping a beat or two when she stepped dangerously close.

And within a moment, his full, soft lips, crashed into hers, taking advantage of her fully, hands latching to her hips, deepening the kiss.

Even though Shania was a little flustered, she wouldn't let him win this game, replying to his kiss, just as fierce.

Both had to catch their breath, so they broke the kiss, blushing and giggling a little at how bold both shy individuals were around each other.

"Good night.." Shania mumbled sweetly, hands leaving his chest, walking off.

Behind the door of her apartment she felt her heart race faster than allowed, screeching and calling Hel to inform her, but she wouldn't pick up..

'Sweet liar. My plan always works out..'

Cold fingers caressed Hoseok's sleeping face and neck, darkened eyes, a sickening smile, a blade twisting in the dark.

'Not yet.' A voice spoke softly

Fingers leaving Hoseok whine little as he felt the deadly frozen hand on his throat, cutting his air supply.

His eyes opened, trying to tell who it was, but all he could see was a nurse walk of.

"What the hell..."

[itswonhosthighs]

Sike Pt. 3 1/2

Birds chattering, the smell of coffee and a surging light laid upon the city by now, as it had gotten early already.

The sun shined through the windows, its rays spreading onto white sheets as their light was broken down by the window, leaving a warm lingering behind.

As one had looked through the net all night long, the other was cuddled up into the warm embrace of their best friend, snuggling close whilst strong arms held them captive.

"Wake up.." A raspy voice echoed through the bright room, a smile on the owners face.

"Just 10 minutes.."

"Forget it. You promised to go to the studio with me and get your new tattoo.. I didn't make up time and send away dear coustumers for 'ten more minutes'. Come on. Let's go get your sketch and go there. You've made the sketch, right??" The last part came a little rushed and harsher than intended.

Hel was truly a chaot, she'd forget her head if it wasn't secured safely, for sure, but seeing Mokyo with a disappointed face would break her heart with earnest, which meant, that as an egostical and almost narcissistic person, she wouldn't do anything to harm herself anymore. She used to be a victim of selfharm, but rather physically, not mentally.

"Of course I did..!" She pleaded innocent and smiled up to see the sweetest smile ever from her companion.

"Good Girl." He praised her, kissing her temple softly, causing her to giggle.

As both had lifted and dressed more properly, they headed to the ever so disapproving home in which Hel stayed, she quickly opened all doors and went into her rather messy apartment, sketches, full drawings, texts and books all spread along.

Only kitchen and her shelves seemed to be the extremly tidy places.

Looking through every sketch in her 'inkfolder', she found the one.

A rose, black and white, rather less details, petals not coloured but left blank with only tiny black dots inside, throns, a hell of thorns and a white hand, rather the outlines of one.

"Here." Hel stated happily as she walked out and reached her tattoo artist the paper.

"Looks good. I know what you mean. I will make it perfect within an hour or some, therewhile, you make breakfast." He exposed his plans as they both made their way down the road where the studio was at.

Between all boring buildings, there was one, black building, neon lights, pictures and artistic graffiti on some spots.

As they entered, the smell of ink and pain of others met them, but they knew it already.

"Great.." Mokyo exhaled as he stretched himself.

"Let's get to work.."

At the exact same time, Hoseok had gotten drunk to forget his past crimes he used to be involved in.

And as if it was so easy...

He had found one whole chapter based on himself by that crazy admin of that site.

His name had changed but his crimes hadn't.

It was driving him nuts. How did she know so much about him?? Where did she get those horrible informants from???

And as if it was now his destiny, he got himself into a fight, so early, it wasn't even 1pm yet.

One hit, his nose started bleeding but Hoseok wouldn't go down, his opponent wasn't tall nor built like he was, his own fist grazing the others face hard as he hit him, blood smearing onto the probably younger male.

Next hit landed by Hoseok was his knee burying into the man's guts, his blood splashing onto his designer jeans.

"You fucking asshole.." Tipsy Hoseok exclaimed as he grabbed the other by the collar, crashing him against the wall..

And from across the street one woman watched, sadistic smirk spreading onto her visage as she held the fresh bread she bought from the friendly baker few blocks away.

'Going back already? You read my text? I know you well, Hoseokie.' She thought to herself. But suddenly her thoughts were broken apart as a sweet voice woke her up.

Her othed best friend, named Shania, a girl with chocolate skin, smooth and beautiful, big mesmerizing brown eyes, and lips to kiss.

"Oh god.. Isn't that Shin Hoseok..?"

"Call Hyungwon, isn't he a cop?"

"Well, he is..But I don't want his handsome face hurt if he goes against that..thing."

"Truth be told. Bring the bread into the studio, call the police and I'll go get him.."

"Hel.. are you sure?"

"Yes."

With that, Shania, whose beautiful eyes moved to gaze at her friend before going inside, tucking her smartphone and gradually calling her crush, who ironically was a soon to be investigator for crime scenes.

"Where's Hel?"

"She went to get Hosuck.."

"This woman again... Ah..."

Mokyo, faster than a lightning ran out just to see his beloved bestie trot over to the beast Hoseok had become as he fought his attacker and his friends.

"Don't go after her. She'd be mad.."

"I know. But if that guy hurts her. I'll ram my tattoo needle into his eyes." He warned with an unfazed grimace, causing a shudder crawl onto Shania's back, knowing too well how serious the man was.

"Okay, okay. Hosu- Hoseok.. Stop this here, they are idiots but you'll be charged more as you have records as everyone knows, plus the injuries you gave them is far worse, let's see.. You broke that guy's jaw..Come on. Be smarter than this.." Hel tried to convince the inflamed male, without succeeding.

She stood there in front of his pray, arms spread as trying to calm a horse a little.

"Get.. out.. of.. my fucking way weirdo.."

"I prefer Hel, but whatever..."

Still, his muscular body dumped into her, Hel sticking out her arms, holding him back.

"Stop this. Just stop. Okay???" She argued again, pushing him back again.

"What's this? Is she your bitch or what? Put a leash on her or should I??" The drunken strangef smirked smugly, hitting a red line in Hoseok.

Within Hel, fury built but as much Hoseok tried to get back on that jerk, she held him back and in that moment, the police car arrived and when she became distracted, eyes searching for Hyungwon, Hoseok took a step and was able to escape her wall, punching his target, making Hel stumble back a little.

Both Officers ran to the 4 men, Hyungwon the taller one trying to take advantage of Hoseok..

As the preditors eyes laid upon Hyungwon, his jaw clenched. Their shared past ever so bitter sweet.

As teenagers they were friends for life, Hoseok would've died for Hyungwon back then, until, one day, Hyungwon, 5 years ago, decided to cross the borders and go against Hoseok.. He snitched him to the police, told them about their plan to rob the town bank in the smaller part of Seoul they lived in back then, there he himself was able to get out of it due to the police taking his side, whilst Hoseok ended up in jail for 2 years and 8 months.

From then on, the older man decided to hunt down his ex-bestfriend for betrayal at its finest.

Seeing that familiar face again, the face he hated so much, made him go crazy, attacking the now officer.

"You moron! A stick can't stop me here!" He yelled, throat sore.

Before Hyungwon's colleagues could react, Hel's hand darted out, the L space of between pointer finger and thumb aiming for Hoseok's wind pipe, flat hands hitting his firm chest.

With that, the beast fell, trying to catch his breath.

Hoseok opened his eyes, blended by bright lights surging their ways through his pupils as well as they could.

"Fuck.." He cursed, trying to adjust to the new feeling.

Still a little dizzy, he sat up.

As he looked around, he could recognize one thing he had seen too often. Around his wrist. Freedom taken by the cold metal keeping him still.

'That bitch...' He thought to himself, remembering how the girl had just beaten him ever so swiftly.

Hoseok sat alone as he thought to himself,

Hyungwon was being taken care of.

His wound formed from the hard hit he had to take was being grazed by a wettened cotton piece, before Shania herself started to treat his wound.

"You look even prettier up close." It shooted out of the suddenly confident man.

"Don't make a pass at me!" The nursing girl warned before putting some alcohol onto his wound, causing him to hiss.

"Almost done." She informed her secret crush.

His previous and beautiful face had been hurt by that drunk fuck. Even the thought at that jerk made her stomach twist.

"If I wouldn't have call-"

"You called the right one. I know that punk.. I kind of deserved this punch, but he'll be having a hard time for it." He reassured to calm her down a little, taking her anger with his ever so soft smile.

"You owe me after I treat you, so the medical bills won't bother you."

"Dinner on me-"

"Free dinner?? I am in!" Mokyo almost screeched and held his stomach, faking his hunget for a meal as he hadn't eaten, yet.

"Yeah. Me, too..!" With that, Hel caught the deadliest glare ever given to her by the ever so lovly Shania.

"I actually meant-"

"Let's go!" Mokyo didn't wait a second longer before he and Hel grabbed the seemingly lovebirds, walking outside of the studio , leading to the best BBQ in Itaewon. As Shania was about to go inside, Hel stopped her and pointed at a fancy restaurant near-by.

"Go there. Mokyo and I reserved for you guys." She whispered softly.

"Thanks" Shania mouthed as she grabbed her Hyungwon, walking off, leaving him a little stunned.

[itswonhosthighs]

Sike Pt. 2

Whilst all the crazy scenarios formed inside of her mind, Hel was quick to growl at the over confident male who looked down onto her. A smirk crossed his handsome face as she stared at him, concentrating.

"I know that I look good, but you don't have to stare like this." He spat and cocked his head to the side as he eyed the goofy girl from head to toe.

"I am rather hoping your head would explode, here and now.. Like in those movies." The younger woman argued and grinned at Hoseok's flustered but irritated visage.

The man clenched his jaw at her rude and cruel demeanour, but soon a fragile and soft arm locked into his, pulling him closer.

"Ignore her, she's always been like this. Manners aren't well known to her. Don't forget, she's still a foreigner. Who knows what they teach them there.." She snapped, her sweet voice sounding dirty and cheap to both Hel and Mokyo.

"Min-Soo, class worst student. Pretty but no brain. You've even been dumb when we used to be friends.." Hel exclaimed as she turned and saw Mokyo prepare a new cup for her, a smile tugged at her cold expression.

"I wonder how Hel could be friends with such a cheap and stupid woman.." Mokyo suddenly rasped, low voice and growl within the pitch of his gut.

Mokyo ,who was older by 3 years than Hel, hated women like Min-Soo, he really did. Those who'd always expect the ones around them to run after them, and be treated like the Queen herself.

Before any of the others could react to his small gesture of disgust, his voice arose once again, clearing his throat. "The bill has to be paid. And then leave.." Mokyo stated whilst Hoseok stared in disbelief, but still paid the bill for his date and himself.

"Get going." The older male exclaimed as he took the money, his long and bony fingers wrapping around the papers, putting it in place. Eyes grazing the couple as they left, his mimick pulled into a disgusted grimace.

"Forget them."

"I will."

Slowly, Mokyo moved to the counter again, his own whiskey ready, her capuccino done.

Since the coffee shop was already almost empty, Mokyo decided to take a break to join his beloved best friend.

His movements were quick, he sat onto one of the brown sofas, crossing his legs.

"Sit."

She did.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"No..I've already...I am having them again..Myoko.. I am back in the game.."

"You're writing again?? That's good. You will get rid of those thoughts."

"I guess so.", one sip.

"It will, baby. Don't worry..I'll help you with it."

"Thank you." Last sip.

The time passed as the two talked, it was like a bliss to both.

Time was never worth it for the two.

It seemed like a century, but they never cared, never paid attention.

Talks until midnight, cuddles at ones home.

"Oh god..It is late again." Hel laughed as she raised, helping him to stand up as her bestie raised himself with a sigh.

"Let's go to my place. Stay there. Okay?"

A nod. One smile, and then they left.

Mokyo had a better car than her, it was always a relief to sit back inside of his car, the smell of leather surging through her senses, nostrils widening, breathing in the smell of eau de colonge, a cold, smoky scent which Hel appreciated pretty much.

Settling in, Mokyo starts the engine of his black car, going off.

Minutes after they arrived at the cozy place, both laughing and growling at each other for being so silly.

One arm around her shoulder, the other on her cheek.

Both falling into each other's arms whilst giggling, becoming drunk as they shared a bottle.

There while...

For once Hoseok decided not take home his date, but instead do some researches on the girl he met.

So many names given to the rowdy but never said why. Some were explained, others stayed as a mystery.

And suddenly, he collapsed onto a site,

www.Hellstas.com, there was a user, she seemed to be the admin, the highest member, User: HellGirl,

what she wrote was way too much, how descriptive she was, her texts were obviously well written, words flew out of her as if it was her nature.

"Sick.."

He thought..But he couldn't even stop, the fascination of darkness had taken over, remembering his own darker past.

Where he used to beat up others, steal, do drugs and what not.

But the things she wrote, it was worse.

"Does she really..?.."

[itswonhosthighs]

Sike Pt 1

The night had broken above the city, yet it was a bright night, the lights of each building shimmering in different colours out into the dark, paving the way for brightness.

Throughout the alleys of the active city was, one, families and their beloved, stupid teenagers trying to get into clubs, the adluts doing their act wether behind closed doors or like at an exhibition.

But also the darker creatures lingered, the wind caressing their backs with a cold breeze, leaving a cruel feeling upon the material of their jackets.

Inside one of those alleys, there was a place some called home.

A ragged building that had lost it's attractive bright colour and surface, like a woman in her 50s, her husband cheated on her with his secretary, her brother passed weeks ago, her jerk of new boyfriend hits her, yes, that would be the perfect way to discribe this ghost haunted place.

At this time, the lights were turned off, no sign of life or undead given.

But there, a small flackering was visible.

Looking behind the almost invisible courtains, there she sat, a girl, long hair, made up to a messy bun, her thick black hair fighting with resistance against the strong grip of the hair pins, not allowing them to fall into a ponytail again. Baggy clothes dripping over her curvy body as she grabbed the forbidden fruit to take a bite.

She breathed quickly as her dark eyes threw across the flackering screen of her rather old laptop, a dark back ground was seen.

Something about some murder was getting written down, very much in detail, with time, place, and names...

Whether the hideous crime had occured already, was another question..

Whilst one described death, the other sat at a table with one of the prettiest women of university, her hair wavy down her shoulders, as a red lipstick caressed her plump flesh, her eyes were set in focus due to the soft and subtle makeup with some brown shades and little bits of glitter,

her skin ever so smooth and perfect, smile showing with a blush across her cheeks, as the opponent, an ever so handsome male sat the opposite of her, his prominent showing even beneath the stretch of his black T-shirt, leather jacket sticking to him,his thighs had the ripped jeans around them just fit enough not to explode any moment given.

His hair was almost white, blue sprinkles bragging down his tips, plump lips and star filled eyes, complementing her.

As it was destiny, the smaller figure who sat behind her laptop or phone all day long, had the urge to get herself some coffee first, before she could go on with her surfing and writing.

Rather non-enthusiastically she carried herself to wear at least a pair of shorts and a new T-Shirt, just as baggy as the other, but a little tight on the upper curves.

Putting on her sporty nikes, she was down the rode, enjoying the fresh air before lighting a cigarette, smoking the nicotine in 5 minutes, during her walk to the coffee.

Groaning her arms pressed open the door, the ever so bitter-sweet scent of coffee grazing her senses, before she stopped smiling, remembering that her faithful group members to tell the next part of her crime.

Walking up to the cashier she knew way too well, a male, much taller than anyone around, tattoos spread across the exposed skin of his hands, neck and little of his face.

Big eyes to greet her with the sweetest smile, her best friend, one hell of a rapper but an even better friend.

"Ah, Hel."

"Mok." She huffed as her head laid upon his cashier desk.

"You make me look like a bad barista again, your order first. The money afterwards, then your reward."

"Fine, fine.." She responded with another huff.

"The usual?"

"With 2 extra shots."

"Hard night?"

"The hardest."

With that, the tall male prepared her favourite caramel capuccino, just that now 4 shots of Bailey's.

Sooner or later he called out her nickname again, making her walk and grab the drink but as soon as she spun around, with a hard thud she fell, little drops of cappuccino greeting her white shirt.

Fortunately, Mokyo, the ever so talented Barista had caught her cup,

but the date of the one beautiful woman, looked all too dumb, suddenly smirking as he realized who it was, he had heard of her, the badmouth, the creep, Lucifer's girl or simply, Hell.

"You fucking son of a fucking ragged bitch.." She rasped as she raised, ready to twist her blade into his ribs, eyes darker than already, seemingly completely black, not dark brown.

"Nice to see you in person." Hoseok dared to tease.

[itswonhosthighs]

A little Imagine

[itswonhosthighs]

The Changkyunian-Reacting to MX Stage (DRAMARAMA)

-Screams a lot

-Big ass smirk

-Cringes from time to time

-’’THAT’S MY  MANS!’’

-’’ISN’T MY TEDDY JUST SJSKSJSKSJ’’

-Focuses on Shownu

-Grins whenever Shownu comes up

-Tends to look for Wonho(In my case)

-’’YOU SEE THAT? THAT IS MY DADDY THERE!’’

-OffSuck

[itswonhosthighs]

The Changkyunians

So, a few days ago  I found a post on a Monbebe amino (and after that also on insta and twitter)(the original writer is WONBEBE, that’s her name on that amino) and as I am a born Changkyun type of a Monbebe, I suddenly crated the name Changkyunians. However, I found it so amusing that I started thinking of scenarios and threads. 

Here what the writer wrote:

CHANGKYUN

- don't care about fanwars

- acts like a hard stan but is actually a soft stan (ADDITIONAL: I AM A HARD STAN ALL THE WAY)

- shuts everyone up

- tweets once a year

- loyal shownu stan

- "we don't care about y'all so stfu"

Isn’t it beautiful?? Here the link to the full post: all credits to that only the ‘Changkyunian’ is mine and the scenarios will be.

-OffSuck

https://aminoapps.com/c/monbebe/page/blog/monsta-x-as-monbebes-a-thread/G5rg_ergFnu0eQ5qN3Qljk6NbLVrapGZ2QJ

[itswonhosthighs]

Psychotic-Teaser

It was a dark evening passing by the streets of the lightened up city in South Korea named Seoul.

Cars rushing over the streets while the nightlife slowly started blooming, the blood in the veins of the innocent and the villains but also heros was now boiling and who would've know that behind the empire which showed itself of its glorious side again, there was this building, cold and empty walls, screams, growling and scratching but behind one door there was this conversation..

"Are you going to visit me again, Doctor?"

"Sure, Mr. Shin." A soft voice rang against the white and dead walls of the room of an devil whose name Shin Wonho was. Actually his first name used to be Hoseok but once sanity left him, he named himself that way.

"And you'll never leave me, Doctor? Promise it to me, promise!" His voice echoed aggressively until at the end, he started laughing.

"I promise.."

Little did she know who she gave the promise to?

---OffSuck