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jamaiskay · 4 years

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bts scenarios: victoria secret (m)

lowercase intended

a/n: my first scenario post :DD let’s do this!!!

ALSO!!!! this is meant to portray while in normal situation, not in the pandemic. meaning they will not take safety precautions!!! but please remember to stay at home if you can and wear a damn mask when outside of your home please thank you

warnings: nsfw kinda,, it’s dirty,, but like no smut :D also possessive jungkook kinda

au’s: boyfriend! au

kim seokjin

he’d be a little scared, cause he isn’t exactly sure if you’ll get mad or jealous if he accidentally looks at a lingerie model for too long. so poor jinnie just looks down at the sparkly floor and is a little bit cautious on not to look anywhere.

you honestly don’t know what in the world he’s doing. he’s seen you in underwear before, so it shouldn’t be the big deal. he was trailing behind you like a lost puppy, looking at his shoes.

you offer him your pretzel because you thought he was feeling upset.

when he looks up and rejects your offer, you realize that his eyes don’t break away. it gets a little creepy after more than 20 seconds. his eyes are boring into yours and you almost tapped him on the shoulder to try to see what’s up with him.

his forehead is a bit shiny with sweat, and you think he’s sick.

“jin, are you trying to tell me something?” you ask cautiously, “we can leave if you’d like?”

“no, i just don’t know where to look and all that.” he mumbles out.

ah. so that’s the problem.

you chuckle to yourself and he seems to take the chance to look around. after doing a full 360 turn, he doesn’t bother to take a second look before he’s turning back to you. you only smile at him trying to be faithful to you.

to be honest, it was kinda cute, but it was unnecessary. you reassure him that it’s perfectly okay.

you nudge him and his eyes snap to the counter of lacy and cotton underwear in front of you.

“help me choose something?” you ask.

kim namjoon

he actually seems excited…? kind of? which is funny because you absolutely despise going into victoria secret. you don’t think anything looks good on you and it’s all too expensive. plus, the strong smell of perfume and booming music was never likable.

after one night of you rolling around in your guys’ shared bed, he notices how you never have new underwear or bras. it wasn’t like he wanted you to, for his sexual sake, but he felt you deserved newer stuff. he laid in bed that night, trying to remember the last time you guys had shopped for underwear.

you guys had been together for 3 years, and he can’t recall a time where you have shopped for anything like that. but… there is a possibility that you have went… without him. he opens the drawer carefully, careful not to wake you up and snoops around on your side of the drawer.

yup, he’s seen all of these. whether he ripped them off of you, or seen you lazing around in them, nothing looked new or out of the ordinary.

he manages to convince you to go with him the next week. it took a lot of promises. a small fraction of those promises are pretzels, photo booth, and a plushie store. (he does snoop around for another ryan plushie to add to his collection)

“kim namjoon how the hell do you know my bra size?”

“what? i’m your boyfriend! am i not supposed to know?”

“no… it’s just that i don’t even know my own bra size off the top of my head.”

min yoongi

he wouldn’t be bothered or surprised when you pulled him inside for their annual sale. you’re a woman. and a woman needs underwear. no biggie.

he does hang around with you at first, but he gets bored. he walks around the store, looking around. he passes the sleepwear, the perfumes, then the checkout lines. he grabs a few stuff he think you’d like and he comes back, showing you what he found.

he taps on your waist, and you turn around with the sight of his arms full in merchandise. you take a few things, and say no to some other things, and he watches you choose intently.

without a word, he turns around and you also turn back to your selection of bras. he goes around the whole store again, returning the rejected items and picking up some more items on the way. he comes back with another load after 10 minutes and you two do the same thing for a few more times.

you both end up leaving with all sorts of items and the both of you end up leaving with a big grin. you’re happy because you picked up so much cool and pretty stuff. him on the other hand, is happy because he picked them out for you and he gets to learn more about your likes and dislikes.

jung hoseok

you love shopping with hoseok! he always makes it more enjoyable and memorable. you don’t notice how loud he is until you take him pantie shopping with you.

“ooh! don’t you have a set like these? i think i ripped them though.” he says fairly loud and your eyes bug out of your head when a few women turn around at the two of you. you smile awkwardly.

“yes! i do remember! you put them in the dryer for too long you silly goose!” you cover up, booping his nose. he furrows his eyebrows.

“no, i clearly remember you begging my name while i ripped-” you put your hand over his mouth and he takes the chance to look around at all of the concerned customers staring at you two.

you’re red as a tomato and he apologizes.

he does make sure to have fun though. while an employee at checkout asks if you’d like to sign up for a card, he butts in and asks if he can have one too. you struggle to hold in your laughter when the lady hesitantly nods yes.

the poor girl has never been trained for this situation.

“so, why exactly do you want a card for yourself sir?”

“why not?”

“oh. okay. uh, i guess we can do that.”

you and hoseok die laughing at her shocked face when the two of you step out of the store.

park jimin

he’d be excited to say the least. you two are in the dressing room together, and after an employee checks on you two every 5 minutes to make sure you guys aren’t fucking, he enjoys seeing you try on underwear.

if something isn’t your size, he leaves the dressing room and flags an employee down to ask for another size. after a few minutes, he knocks on your dressing room door and you let him in.

(he once accidentally knocked on someone else’s dressing room and he was mortified to say the least when they opened the door) so he just calls your name and that’s how he finds you in the huge amount of dressing rooms.

he makes sure the floor underneath you isn’t dusty and is clean, and he reminds you to keep your socks on if there isn’t a clean room available.

“imagine all of the bacteria that could be on your feet!”

he also likes to take mirror selfies in your dressing room but this one time he took a selfie and he completely forgot you were half naked and he sent it to his mom.

let’s just say his mom wasn’t thrilled when his son took a picture of you at your most vulnerable state. he realized his error and deleted it immediately. he still feels bad, and he won’t take anymore chances so he just uses the big big mirror at the end of the hallway but people >:( keep >:( photobombing >:( him >:(

and like a routine, every time the two of you are in line for checkout, he eyes the lip products and always takes a thing or two home for himself. either a lip scrub or lip mask.

kim taehyung

he would pretend to know what he was doing, as he is known to be one of the most fashionable people in south korea and is literally a walking fashion icon. but you had to admit,

he’s horrible with lingerie.

“hey! these look cute!” he pops up behind you, with a pair of white underwear with brown spots.

“they look like someone sharted through them, tae.”

he takes a closer look and screams, tossing them on a nearby counter.

“eww! i thought they were leopard print!”

he does make everything slightly interesting though. like that one time he gave you a handful of bras and told you to try them on but you couldn’t. because it wasn’t your size. like at all.

“taehyung! i can not wear this!” you tell him, cupping the lacy undergarment in your hands. you squint at the cup size on the tag and he looks with you.

“what? why? they look nice!” he says defensively.

you put the bra up to one of your boobs and his eyes widen on how small the bra was. he thought that this was your size! it had to be! it looked like it at least.

“kim taehyung this definitely cannot fit my boobs!” you hold it up to your chest and you gasp again. “it can’t even fit one of my boobs!”

you’re not mad at him for trying to pick stuff for you, but you’re more mad on how he doesn’t know what your boobs look like. but when a new game store opens right across, he’s literally so excited he’s bouncing.

while you shop for undergarments, he shops for games. it’s a win win situation.

jeon jungkook

surprisingly, you two are in victoria secret for him. after completely ignoring and walking past the undergarments, he makes a bee line to the perfumes. he whiffs in all of the smells and even recommends some scents to you.

“doesn’t this smell so good?” he puts it up to your nose for you to smell before he takes another whiff from the bottle and moans. “if you wore this i would be all over you everyday.”

it’s funny because he has such an easy time picking for you, but it takes him forever to choose something for himself.

so you two choose scents for each other. he likes the way how he picks your scent, and it oddly makes him feel like you two are couple goals. he always likes to gush about it.

“doesn’t y/n smell so good?” he asks out of the blue.

“yes…?” namjoon replies slowly.

“i know right? cause i picked it out for her.” he says cockily and namjoon just nods.

hm. you do smell pretty good. maybe he should ask jungkook to pick something out for him.

there was this one time your guy friend sniffed all over your collarbone (which jungkook was furious about) and complimented how good you smelled. jungkook then proceeded to wrap his arm around your waist and stand tall, immediately towering over your friend with his large upper frame and long legs.

“thanks. picked it out myself.” is all he says, and you sigh at jungkook’s easily jealous nature.

(your friend ended up leaving early and jungkook did end up all over you like he promised oOP)

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jamaiskay · 4 years

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one little mistake

vampire!jungkook x human!reader

angst, fluff, smut

mentions of: blood, death, gore, swearing and future smut

A/N: Hello! I’m very new to this but I really hope you all enjoy this little drabble i made. I don’t even have a cover image for it but i was so excited to drop it that i said fuck it lmao. i don’t know if i’m gonna continue it because i genuinely think its kinda shitty ANYWAYS if you like it or have any requests pls let me know! c:

Part One

He knew he had taken too much. It was evident in the way the woman’s body began to slip from his grasp, slowly crumbling towards the cold cement. He wanted to feel bad, but fuck, her blood was intoxicating. It was like all of his senses were finally numbed to the point of being tolerable. That’s what blood did to a leech like him, it gave him the only peaceful, fulfilling moments he could have as a blood-sucking parasite. A satisfied groan left his mouth at the sound of whimpers escaping the helpless woman’s mouth. He should stop. He needs to stop.

“Okay Jeon, that’s enough.” a cold voice stated from a distance. Although, on second thought, maybe he shouldn’t.

He recognized that voice; that righteous, sickeningly calm voice that dictated his early years as a vampire. God, how he despised that voice. Jeongguk’s eyes fluttered open at the sound, moving his blood red irises towards the man who interrupted his bliss. He loosened his mouth from the woman’s bruised neck to smirk into the man’s direction as he ripped her jugular clean open, her already shallow breaths ceasing completely. As her body fell limp against his arms, he let go of her, opting to wipe his mouth instead. He chose to ignore the unnatural way her body contorted as it fell, barely any blood escaping her pale body.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” his mouth fell into a lopsided grin as he moved away from his meal. He shouldered the man as he walked further into the streetlights occupying the silent road.

“Is this your way of rebelling, Jeongguk? After all the countless years I spent teaching your sorry ass to be a successful hunter, you just throw it all away. Everything I taught you was for nothing, and for what? A sorry excuse of a female waltzed in and just revoked everything I taught you into nothing?” the man bellowed towards Jeongguk, making him slow his pace.

Jeongguk turned on his heel back towards the man, a glare taking over his once sly face.

“Y’know Namjoon, it’s not like you were a big help! You never gave her a chance, even when i told you i loved her…” he paused, a glimpse of sadness present in his eyes as he continued, “and now she’s gone. gone from a fucking mistake that never should have happened.” he seethed, inches away from the man’s face. He was angry; angry at the world for continuing to curse him whenever things started to look up for him. Centuries roll by and everyday seems like more of a punishment than a blessing. He loved her, and now all he had left of her were fading memories and a chipped locket.

“Love and lust are not the same Jeon, and you know that. You weren’t in love with her, you were infatuated with her. If my observation skills haven’t failed me, I'd even say you flipped the switch. Is that what you want Jeongguk? To forget your family, where you’re from?” he questioned, staring at the younger man’s back with an icy glare. After gaining no response from the younger man, Namjoon sighed. “At least clean up this damn mess, your brothers are here. And maybe try not being a brat when they arrive.”

Jeongguk scoffed at his hyung, already pissed at how his night was going. He killed that woman because Namjoon threatened his ego. He was an asshole. He’s always been one, since as far back as his mind would let him remember. No wonder that stupid fucking hag cursed him in the first place. He turned his gaze towards the body, a frown beginning to overtake his features. He had to admit, he was a damn good actor. He had turned his emotions off over 70 years ago, that was true. But around the late 2010’s, he met his lover, Seren, and for the first time during those 70 years, he felt something stir within him.

She was the most beautiful thing he had seen in the centuries he had been alive for. Her eyes were cat-like and sensual, drawing him in from the first glance. He was frozen in place when he saw her, and she didn’t even see him. Her laugh was like a siren song in his ears, enrapturing him in the most wicked trance he had ever been in. Like she was calling to him, and only h-

“Jeongguk.” Namjoon’s assertive tone called, breaking him from his thoughts. “They’re here.”

As Jeongguk’s eyes rose to meet Namjoon’s cold ones, 5 other shadows emerged from behind him. He knew those silhouettes well; after all, they were family.

The first to walk into his view was Jimin. He wasn’t much older than him, only being 2 years older when they were turned centuries ago, but Jimin made sure to establish his dominance over the younger, no matter how miniscule it may be.

“Jimin.” Jeongguk nodded.

“In the flesh, brother.” He responded smoothly, a devilish smile adorning his face. “I’ve heard you’ve been leaving quite a mess these days, couldn’t help but wonder why that might be, hmm?” he teased mockingly, his smile growing wider.

Jeongguk bared his fangs and hissed at his brother, anger evident in his features as he practically foamed from the mouth with rage.

“Don’t you fucking dare you prick.” he seethed, earning an unflinching gaze from his arrogant brother. He stepped closer to Jeongguk circling him as if sizing him up. His luxurious attire and the overwhelming scent of musty cologne never ceased to make him gag.

“I see you still haven’t gotten over your anger issues brother, a shame really. Thought your little vamp slut solved that problem… but perhaps I was wrong.”

He pounced, he couldn’t help himself. Jimin was deliberately pushing all his buttons as if to purposefully make him angry. He lunged behind the shorter man, bringing both his hands up to wrap around his neck, successfully twisting it, releasing an animalistic growl as he did so. A sickening crunch of bone could be heard before Jimin’s body fell to the ground. If there was one thing Jeongguk held above his brothers, it was his agileness.

“Well that solves that then.” a deep voice mumbled from the shadows, just above a whisper.

“Shut up, or I swear to god i’ll break your neck too, Jin.” Jeongguk fumed, baring his teeth to his oldest brother. Jin looked at him haphazardly, paying no interest to the maknae’s threat.

“So let me get this straight, you already turned your emotions on, and now you’re just a grade A douchebag that has no regard for covering his tracks?” a man with icy blonde hair accused. “I would have liked you emotionless to be honest, ‘least that shit can be fixed.”

“Always a pleasure seeing you too, Yoongi. Now can I ask why you’re all suddenly gathered here? Is this some sort of an excuse of an intervention?” Jungkook asked nonchalantly, eyeing his brothers defensively as he retracted his fangs. There was no reason to be defensive, honestly, as there was no way to kill any of them. They were all Originals, Jeongguk included. A curse set upon them many centuries ago to “humble” their arrogant, power hungry ways. They were truly immortal, and the ancestors to every vampire infecting this planet. Doomed to watch their family die as they remained the same, doomed to hunt their own kind, hunger never able to be satiated otherwise. A never-ending curse.

“You could say that. Your lack of consideration to clean up your hunts have been leading the mortals right to us. Now, I don’t know about you but I’d prefer to stay under the radar, considering how many new vampire hunters are on the rise.” a voice like silk spoke from the darkness of the alleyway, slowly revealing himself to be Taehyung.

“Why should that bother me? It’s not like we can be killed, and a so-called “vampire hunter” wouldn’t put up much of a fight against us anyways.” Jeongguk grumbled as he smoothed out his leather jacket. “If that’s the only reason you came here, then see yourself out of this town. I staked claim on it years ago and I certainly don’t need any more competition plaguing the streets.” the youngest proclaimed, turning to walk away.

As he continued walking, his ears picked up steps moving closer. He turned his head to the sound, expecting to see one of his brothers coming after him, but instead met another, unfamiliar pair of eyes looking back at him. His brothers had vanished, even Jimin’s body out of sight. For a brief moment, he held your gaze, before you turned to continue walking, panic evident in your racing heartbeat.

“Mama! Where the hell did you go? Mama!” you shouted, disregarding the 2000 year old vampire shamelessly staring at your figure. Jeongguk studied you, and he noted how clearly stupid you were. It’s not like you were in the safest neighbourhood, and here you were screaming your head off for the whole town to hear. You were young, maybe 12 or 13 he guessed. He wondered why you were out this late, in what looked to be pajamas.

“Mama! Ma- Oh my god, mama!” you breathlessly voiced, dropping to your knees in front of the corpse that had so carelessly been tossed aside.

Fuck.

“Mama, please get up… Get up, please, for me… Come on, I know you’re there. Just get up I can carry you to the hospital from here, just please fucking get up!” you screamed, your frail arms struggling to lift the weight of your mother’s body. Jeongguk fucked up. He didn’t think the woman was old enough to have kids, let alone one that’s as old as you were. He watched, calculating his next move, perched on a fire escape opposite to where you mourned for your mother.

He heard a groan from the alleyway across from you. There was the scraping of shoes against the cement before a familiar voice spoke through your screams, barely above a low whisper.

“You know, that shit never fails to surprise me.” Jimin croaked out, neck still sore from the previous encounter. As he struggled to come to his senses, his ears perked at the sound of your sobs, a wicked smile gracing his once pained expression. Jeongguk could hear the way Jimin’s pace quickened, fastly approaching your slumped figure. “Left some for me, Gukk? Hmm, such a sweet little brother.” Jimin basically salivated at the opportunity before him. He hadn’t eaten at all this week, and there you sat; young, pure, fresh meat, ripe for the taking. It only drove him more knowing that you would be a fighter; that’s what made it fun.

He didn’t know what came over him; maybe guilt for ridding you of your mother, or perhaps a sense of protectiveness of his prey. Jeongguk didn’t know, but he found himself leaping off the fire escape and towards you.

In a few long strides, Jeongguk had managed to cut Jimin off from his bloodthirsty path, hissing at his brother. “Mine.” he stated in a low growl, his irises taking on a crimson red hue revealing his blatant annoyance.

Jimin halted his movements, opting to inspect his younger brother’s face. “What’s this I see, brother? Are you protecting a mortal?” Jimin challenged, accusation laced in his voice, along with undeniable hunger.

“I said she’s fucking mine, back off dick.” Jeongguk retorted, pushing against Jimin’s chest harsh enough to break ribs in a mortal, but just enough to stun his brother.

“Found a new replacement, huh? Didn’t know you were into younger girls Guk. I thought you wouldn’t mind me taking a bite, seeing as it would get rid of any witness and give you time to get rid of that corpse you so eagerly drained. I’ll get rid of the girl when I'm done with her. Once less job for you, right?” Jimin’s mouth was watering as he began to push past his younger brother, he needed to taste you.

Jeongguk paused as he took in Jimin’s words, contemplating whether or not this plan was really all that bad. He didn’t know you, nor did he care that your mother was dead. What was wrong with him? Why was he feeling this way? He chose to step aside, letting his brother waltz over to you, hunger overtaking his entire being.

“Hey doll.” Jimin cooed, attracting the girls attention. Her puffy eyes and shallow sniffs made him feel like he could devour her then and there. He collected himself and bent down to her slumped form, taking a piece of hair that had fallen out of place, placing it behind her ear. “I can make it better, you know? I can make you forget about her, like she meant nothing to you. You can forget this little one, just let me help you..” Jimin trailed off as he inched closer to your neck.

‘Sick bastard.’ Jeongguk thought to himself, even he wouldn’t compromise what morals he had left to feed on a child. Jeongguk’s body was screaming at him to help you, to save you from his brother’s sick intentions, and no matter how much he tried to look away, he couldn’t.

As Jimin sank his fangs into your soft skin, you let out a defeated whimper. You didn’t care whether or not this was a dream or reality, you just wanted to die. You had nothing anymore, there was nothing to live for. As your vision became blurry and the man’s groans became muffled, you accepted the slow dullness that overtook you, accepted your incoming fate.

As you slowly slipped in and out of consciousness, you felt a searing pain in your throat, like something had been forcibly ripped out. The pressure of the body against yours was removed suddenly, and you could make out blurry figures in front of you. The last thing you remember before blacking out is rising. 12 years was enough hell for one lifetime, you guessed. Maybe this was your salvation.

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“Are you fucking insane Jeongguk?” the eldest roared, hands outstretched towards the newest addition to their household. There you sat, looking peaceful as ever as you slept in the same way you had for 3 days. Jeongguk just stared at you, fascinated in the way you never awoke, almost as if you were in an eternal slumber; almost as if you were dead. He could hear your heartbeat though, however faint, your body was still fighting to survive.

“Are you even fucking listening to us? Jeongguk!”

“I heard you! Look, I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I couldn’t keep her there or hold her up at my place, the whole town woulda been looking for her. My only option was to come here, and trust me, it was my very last option.”

It’s true. Jeongguk never wanted to come back here for the rest of the days of his miserable, foredoomed life. He hated this town; after all, it’s where he was cursed so many years ago. Although, instead of huts filled with witches and common folk, the familiar plot of land had evolved into a bustling little town filled with normal people; besides the 6 Originals that called it home as well.

Jeongguk moved out centuries ago, having quickly depleted a great majority of their food source, his 6 brothers banished him from their shared home. He always had trouble controlling his cravings, he could never pace himself like his brothers did. Over the years he had traveled from place to place, draining the life out of every city he came across, leaving his mess behind for his brothers to see, his own personal way of saying ‘fuck you’. As years passed and humanity advanced, news broke out of a crazed, savage-like serial killer who would drain their victims dry before ripping their throats out. Jeongguk now had a new name; The Cannibal.

Decades passed and he adapted new ways of hunting in a more discreet way, choosing to stay under the radar as constantly running had gotten him tired. He had been everywhere in his lifetime, no corner of the world untouched by him; but all that running made him miss a sense of family; a home. So, he relocated to his favourite city on the map; New Orleans. He had been doing just fine, for decades running the city and it’s vampires; creating a growing colony. And then you showed up, bringing all his morals that he had neglected for years rushing in. Now, here he stood, before his 6 brothers seeking shelter in the home he was exiled from to save you. A mortal.

“Look, we're fine with visiting you every decade or so to check on you and make sure your not causing shit, but you can’t stay here. We’ve finally got this town pumping with food, we don’t need you back here fucking it all up again, and certainly not to seek shelter with a human.” his hyung explained, distaste written all over his features.

“Let me stay for a couple weeks, Hoseok. I’ll feed from a different town, and i’ll be out of your sight the entirety that I’m here. I just can’t let everything i’ve built come crumbling down because of one fucking mistake. Let her heal, and once she is, i’ll leave this town forever, and I won’t come back.” Jeongguk promised, keeping his eyes trained on the ringleader of his brothers, Namjoon.

Namjoon kept a straight, uninterested look on his face, but Jeongguk knew he was running through his options. “Fine. We’ll give you the shelter you desire for three weeks, nothing more. The girl may stay in your room, but you will seek refuge elsewhere.” Namjoon concluded, earning a shocked look from Jimin.

“Are you serious Joon? The guy snapped my neck twice last night and need I remind you that he’s still leaving bodies everywhere?” his brother snapped, smoke practically coming out of his ears.

“Enough, Jimin.”

“No, he can find some other town to fix his shit in. Why are we letting this parasite back in our home? He’s a bratty little fucking lee-”

“I said enough!” Namjoon howled as he slammed the table, Jimin promptly clamping his mouth shut at the sound. “This meeting is finished. Now, do what you will with her, as no harm shall come to the girl in this household. You have my word, Guk.”

“Thank you, Namjoon.” Jeongguk nodded to his brother, a small smile gracing his lips at the old name his brother would call him. No matter how much he hated his brothers, it was nice to see them all again under semi-normal circumstances. Although, as his eyes confirmed with each of his brothers, he didn’t fail to notice the disappointed looks on their faces at the inability to feed on you. That part of them would never change.

As Jeongguk stood, he shuffled over to the couch where you slept so soundly despite the screaming match between his brothers that took place mere minutes ago. Your face was pale, sunken in, and tired. You had lost not only blood, but your mother in one foul swoop. He bent his knees to your level and swept you gently into his arms bridal style, moving out of the living room and towards his old bedroom.

As he walked, he paid attention to your shallow breaths and how they were rhythmic with your heartbeat. It made him wonder what it was like to be human again, having forgotten the feeling of breathing completely. He couldn’t remember the last time his heart beat, or the last time his flesh was warm, nor could he remember the last time he thought about his time as a human, but looking at you made him wish he could. Your skin was so warm, even when you were almost drained, it still radiated off you. Your features were so soft, having a youthful glow he hadn’t noticed on humans in years. You were so full of life, even in your frailest state, and Jeongguk was captivated.

Rounding the corner at the end of the long hallway, he pushed his door open to reveal his old bachelor pad. It seems nothing had changed, just a light coating of dust enveloping the living space. His bed was made, so there he rested you on the satin sheets that were cold and void of attention from the centuries he was absent. He watched the rise and fall of your chest as you rested softly, taking a seat by your figure. He wrapped his cold digits around a piece of hair that covered your face, moving to rest it behind your small ear, when he saw it.

Your eyes. Your hazel-brown eyes opened for the first time in 3 days, and he took the time to notice the hints of green present in them. Interesting. Jeongguk was expecting them to widen at his unfamiliar presence, but they remained empty of any emotion. You were surveying him, deciding whether or not to be afraid, he guessed. Your pale, cracked lips opened up to speak, using every ounce of strength to utter the words;

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

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