~ himchan's

*echo

It's red all over - to be very honest.

Not that it's literally red. There's nothing red so far except for Daehyun's bloodshot eyes and stained knife and maybe the lingering shadows of lust behind his eyelids. Who would've thought that shadows could be more than just black? In this side of the universe, this fungi-procured parallel, red is the new black and when it's red, it's y smouldering hot. Daehyun s his dress shirt until he exposes his neck. Too hot. He breathes through the length of his neck on the chopping board now just as after he had had his first kill, anyway. Oh, the thrill that this type of breathing brings to the lungs.

He remembers among red shadows (as they lurk inside his head like demon children playing ring-round-the-posies) the art that is Himchan almost cadaver, bleeding on white carpet. He figures that he wants Himchan bleeding on brown, beige - anything natural. The long corridor of the second landing of the building reminds him of the pleasure of creating art through hands. Once, Daehyun was an artist painting cartoons on the whites of two-faceted illustration boards. Twice, he was cartoonist for the campus newspaper; maybe now, once he could paint with blood and twice re-animate a corpse and stab it with sharp of blade dipped in bright crimson and hazy bruises.

His steps echoe with purpose as he ambles himself towards Himchan's room.

There's no place more romantic than to kill a potential lover on a his bed.

@Himchan [replying there o/]

@Krystal "Sure thing," He grinned, holding up his arm for her to take and leading the way. And maybe it was a cheap move because he'd hate to hold her hand with his being all sweaty from nervousness.

( /cheerio; off to the garden we go~ )

@Himchan She thought for a moment and the nodded her head."Sure, some fresh air would be nice",a melodic giggle escaped her soft pink lips while she rose up from her seat, looking at him."Can we walk through the garden? I haven't been there yet."

@Krystal He thoughtfully nodded and awkwardly scratched his neck. "I'd hate to say this, but there practically nothing to do in my room," He sighed. "Would you like to go out for some air?" He felt so amateur doing this. And it's actually his first time feeling nervous because of a patron. He inwardly groaned yet again, but smiled like there was nothing bothering him. After all, it was his job to make it seem everything was okay.

@Himchan Upon hearing his words, her cheeks gained more color and she smiled sweetly at him."Nobody had describe me as a goddess before..",she replied and looked back at him."The way you smile is almost like his but yet yours is way different in a good way." Krystal started to smile more and brushed her hair over her right shoulder.

@Krystal "His loss," He chuckled. "If he can't see how much of a goddess you are, it's his loss. Anyone would be lucky to have you." And although he was the Host Club's sweet-talker, he meant what he said. Himchan gave her a look of interest. "I remind you of him? How so?"

@Himchan She stopped watching a random lovey-dovey couple outside before she turned her gaze towards him, her cheeks still having the faint color on them."It may sounds weird but you remind me of someone from the past who had my heart in his hands..",she smiled lightly and straightened her dress out as she sat down. "But he didn't felt the same way and only saw me as his dongsaeng."

@Krystal He lead her to one of the chairs nearby and sat in front of her. His grin is too wide, and he bites his lip to prevent it from getting even wider. His cheeks were starting to hurt. He groaned inwardly. Himchan and his patron weren't close enough to lie down with her on the bed and just envelop her in his warmth. He settles for a small grin and resting his chin on his knuckle, eyes twinkling. "So, my Lady, why choose me?"

@Himchan A strand of her hair fell in front of her face and she reached her hand up as she brushed it away with her delicate fingers, tucking it neatly behind her ear. She glanced at her host before her eyes moved around his room curiously. "Is this your room? It's really nice",she looked back at him and a flashed him a soft smile. She didn't know why but she felt a warm feeling inside her stomach as he entwined their hands, her cheeks gaining some faint color."I just wanna forgot my busy life for a day",she stated in a calm tone and looked out of the window thoughtfully.

@Krystal ( forgive my ty writing )

Palms slightly sweating, subtly fidgeting, but his face carries nothing more than a welcoming glow when he was told to serve Lady Krystal. His smile weighs like a cloud as he opened the door for her, and he didn't know if his patron would like it, but he entwined their hands, and slightly flinching at the jolt of electricity that went up his arm. His onyx eyes gaze at her softly, eyeing her features. She stole his breath away, beauty glowing in utter perfection and grabbing at his ankles, chaining him down.
He smiles, eyes crinkling up into crescents as he kissed her knuckles. "So, what would you like to do, my Lady?"

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