nobody believed that sunghoon was real.. nobody..

your mom, dad, friends, teachers, shit even the old people didn’t believe sunghoon was real.

but he was.

you got sent to an insane asylum because everyone thought you were crazy. insane. but you weren’t and you knew you weren’t. sunghoon was real.

during a lunch at the cafeteria of the asylum, kids were teasing you. again. like always. fucking bitches. ”sunghoon isn’t real! where’s sunghoon now?! ahah!” you would shut them up with your own hands if you could. it was a daily routine for these random kids to bully you over your ‘imaginary friend.’

”ahah! where’s sunghoon, huh? huh?-“ the boy stopped. because right behind you was the one and only. sunghoon. he looked pissed, even though he was always stoic, his eyes held a different story.

sunghoon had horns that came out a bit, and his eyes were red. his nails were purple and his teeth were sharp, but he always covered them when he came in contact with other humans. unless he wanted to scare them, he looked like a regular human.

the kids that were bullying you instantly stopped. sunghoon remained quiet as he glared at them.