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i drink your blood and i eat your skin | part five.

pairing: vampire! hwang hyunjin x f!reader

warnings: none

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Soft. The bed sheets were so soft and smooth wrapped around your body. You snuggled into them a little more, sighing at how the satin sheets caressed your skin. Wait…you didn’t own any satin sheets. At the thought you rolled over onto your back, opening your eyes, confused slightly. It was quite hard for you to do though, like something was telling you to just ignore it and go back to sleep. You really had to fight against yourself to open them but after some time finally succeeding, blinking away the tiredness that almost seemed forced upon.

Every time you blinked, your vision cleared more and more before you were now looking up at your ceiling that was way more far from you than you remembers. Nevertheless as time past by, the black spots in your vision cleared and you started to see ornaments, almost like sculptures on said ceiling, also waiting for some moment to disappear but they didn’t and with confusion you glanced around. It was really dark in the room but you could still see enough to have an idea of your surroundings.

No…

“No..” You whispered, observing the room that looked anything but yours.

You sat up with a start at that realization. Even with being in almost pitch darkness, you could make out the dark wooden walls, the golden decorations, how the dark maroon drapes were pulled down, making just a small strike of light peak out from behind them. You pushed away the heavy blanket off your body, sprinting to the window to pull away the curtains. It was a bit hard to fully pull it as the thick fabric was a bit heavier than you anticipated but you made it work, pulling it away to the side with a huff.

The sudden brightness, blinded you momentarily, pressing your fingers into your eyes with a quiet groan. Rubbing at them, you slowly pulled away your hands to finally get a better look.

There, where you had probably slept at was a big bed with the same colors of red and black. The room all around was bigger than your whole apartment. The walls were decorated with ornaments, details painted in gold that blinged at you almost teasingly. The furniture in the room was made from a dark mahagon and on the floor where you stood was a Persian carpet, taking almost half of the room. You were lost. You didn’t recognize any of your surroundings but soon enough memories from the night before came running back. You were kidnapped…he kidnapped you.

Your breathing started to get heavy. Your thoughts were everywhere around the place. Where are you? Why did he take you? Are you going to die–However the only thing that truly mattered right now was how you are going to get out of here.

You didn’t even realized you were already crying. As you wiped away your tears, your gaze drifted to your arms that were covered in a long sleeve, making you look down your body. You were dressed in a white, thin nightgown, completely opposite of what you wore before slipping into unconsciousness. It made you sick, knowing someone probably saw you in your most vulnerable state and could have taken advantage of you without you even knowing anything. Also this meant you don’t have your things on you…‘Phone!’ You remembered how you quickly put it into your back pocket the other night. But what do you even know? Maybe it have been days before you woken up and you hope that wasn’t the case.

You walked to the bed quickly, searching through the sheets for your phone or anything that could help you and then looking onto the nightstand, opening its drawers. Nothing. Then you ran through all of the other cabinets. Nothing. Under the bed? Nothing. In the two big closets at the other side of the room? Nothing. You searched everywhere for your belongings, even in the vases, even under the carpet but you found nothing. A small sob left you at that, gripping at your roots in desperation. You can’t just give up…

Searching through the room with your eyes again if there was anything you might have missed, your eyes fell to the door at the other end of the bedroom. ‘How did you not think of that?’ But something told you, it wouldn’t be that easy and your intuitions were proven right as you wrapped your hand around the golden handle, even trying to twist it in many different ways but it just wouldn’t open. You really started to panic. Turning around you sprinted to the other, much smaller door in the room. As your hand went to twist the handle, you almost fell over as it opened suddenly to your relief.

However your small glimmer of hope faded as quickly as it appeared as it was only the bathroom. This room looked as extraordinary as the other but there was no time to waste and fan over the beautiful rooms. You then decided to go back to the window. The sun was starting to set and you wonder for how long you were truly asleep. Your features were painted into orange and red colors, giving you at least some of a color back to your face. Firstly you tried to open up the lock at the window only it ending up being locked again. Your eyes in defeat look out of the window, imagining yourself out there. Looking down, you realized that even if it was open there would be no way for you to came out of that fall in a one solid piece.

Glancing through the window your eyes came across a big garden. It was filled with bushes, planted into a shape of a big ornament, decorated with smaller bushes of roses that were starting to blossom and there were also many other colors of flowers. You have never seen a garden this big and magnificent. ‘It must really look beautiful in the summer.’ The main thing that you couldn’t miss though were the thick woods, spread out into a long distance from where you could see. You wondered how deep you are in the forest, watching the thick milky fog coming out of the trees like a plague. You hope that this isn’t your end…

You were startled to death as you hear someone jiggling with the handle of the main door. ‘Someone was coming in’, you even heard their hushed voice and some shuffling through the door. You took a step, ready to try and find a place to hide, quickly realizing how stupid this idea was as the door suddenly opened. Your wide eyes met the eyes of an older woman, looking just as startled as you for a moment but her shock quickly melted away to a small smile. It made you back up into the window just to get as much space from the stranger as you could.

The woman was dressed in a simple white dress, black apron wrapped around her waist and hair covered in a blue scarf. She wasn’t looking too dangerous but you should never judge a book by its cover. “Oh, miss you are finally awake!” The older woman said. The titul made you confused slightly, watching her take a step into the room.

You tremble as your new company stopped before you, too close to your liking, just at the end of the bed where she put down a set of clothes. You watched the woman’s every move from your spot at the window and because by watching her so closely, you didn’t even register the others. You didn’t recognized any of them. All of them were women, dressed all the same to the closest detail.

The room seemed smaller as all of them entered, going their separate ways, completely ignoring your shaking body. “Where am I?” Comes out your chapped lips, the words scratching at your throat. That question made them stop whatever they were doing to glance at you.

Some were looking down at their feet, almost like in a pity, sad even. Some of them were confused for your choice of words but the woman that came into the room first had a hard look on her face. It felt and looked foreign on her soft features. But the main thing was that everyone was quiet, not answering and that made you even more mad. “I said where am I?!” You raised your voice, not in anger but desperation, breathing heavily from how much energy you had put into that one sentence.

The loudness made them snap out of their quiet behavior. All of them started to shush you, even coo at you, telling you, you were quite safe. Shaking your head at their words, you in panic pushed away one of the woman away that almost touched you with her hand, so hard that she fell down on to the floor. At your sudden aggressiveness, the other women become distracted, helping the woman up to her feet. You took their distraction as chance, slipping through them. You sprinted to the still ajar door, immediately shutting it behind you with a loud bang! Just as it clicked shut, you heard from now the closed door shouting and soon banging on the wood.

The adrenaline momentarily made you blind from what you did, everything running back to you as you heard another sets of fist colliding with the door. You now stood in the middle of a long corridor, the whole interior seemed to be in the same colors as the room you were held in. Your head snapped back and forth, jumping on your feet not knowing where exactly to go. It looked almost the same from either sides. The corridor was filled with paintings, vases and many more decorations. You truly wondered where exactly you were but this place so far really didn’t seem familiar at all. A sudden jiggling of a bell was heard just as you decided to turn to the right.

“Alert the guards!” Boomed a loud voice from behind you. As you went to look, you realized that even by the few seconds of deciding where to go, gave the women enough time to get themselves out.

‘God, this is bad, this is so bad.’

Your quick steps and loud panting echoed through the corridor. As you ran and ran in this seemingly never ending corridor, you almost missed an opening. If you haven’t looked at that moment, you would missed a big staircase, leading right to a big door that call out your name. Without thinking twice you ran, almost falling down the stairs to get to the door. You pressed your weight into the hard wood and in your delight it opened, stumbling inside or more like the outside…

You ignore the coldness pinching your skin, the thin nightgown had a little chance to stand against this weather, breathing out a sigh of relief of how lucky you were right now. As you got out, you found herself in an even bigger garden than the one before. It spread out to the size of a football field with marble sculptures all around it, silently watching. There was no way you could hide behind any of the stone walls or bushes so you decided to sprint to the direction of the woods. You didn’t know how deep this place was in the forest or how much chance there was to get out but that didn’t matter right now. You just have to believe in yourself .

You ran, ignoring how the small stones from the ground picked at your bare feet or the way your lungs freeze up from the cold air. The tears still didn’t stop falling but as you went to look back there was no way that any sets of tears could masked away what you are seeing right now. By the gardens and just the general vibe of this place gave you so far, couldn’t prepare you for this.

Dark stone, built into a enormous height and filled with gargoyles and others, it looked like something from a gothic novel. It was palace so exquisite, you are sure that you have never seen an architecture this magnificent. There really was no way that no one knew about a place like this but also if that’s true, you would have at least heard of it. For it’s beauty and quite the uniqueness there should be someone how knew about his place. It gave you some hope that rescue was on there way for you but also you didn’t even recognize these woods. Where you lived there wasn’t any forest or anything like that. As you were marveling slightly at the structure, you looked back to what it seemed like the main entrance, exactly where you ran from and from the door came out several armed man, their minimal armor shining in the setting sun.

You ran as fast as you could, finally making it inside the woods. You made your way through the trees, branches and stones, scratching and piercing your naked feet. The ground was cold, you could feel the bottom of your dress getting soaked up from the wet moss. Breathing so heavily, you didn’t even have the energy to scream for help, it would also give out your location…as it would even matter.

You just couldn’t do it anymore. No more running, hiding and fearing every passing moment if they get you. However there was nothing else to do. You really were a coward but maybe…maybe if you would be under other circumstances, you want to say that you would fight your way out. Though you had nothing to fight against the literal supernatural.

A howl was heard that noise so frightening and chilling that it made you trip on your skirt, collapsing to the ground and landing right at a sharp rock. Your hands were the only thing preventing the cold sharpness to pierce the skin of your chest but it still scratched your hands. You can’t stop here. If you won’t stand up right now there is no way your legs wouldn’t give up on you. With a groan you pushed yourself up, the stone only digging deeper into your skin. You ignored the pain, jumping to your shaking legs to continue running.

Looking at your hands, you almost gasped at the blood pooling in your palms. Sound of unknown voices, shouting something was heard. It only made you go faster. A branch caught the side of your dress and without stopping you grabbed the edge of it, ripping the soft fabric with ease. Now your dress was shorter and more of that cold weather seeped through, almost feeling soothing on your flushed skin.

The sun already set some time ago. It now made it harder for you to see. The forest become eerily quiet. From where the orange sun peaked between the trees now shined the moon. You could only hear an owl in the distance. You didn’t hear anything more…The shouting could not be heard anymore. You felt again the small glimmer of hope, taking it.

You fell with a broken cry on to the dirty ground. The burning pain on your hands soothes at the touch of the cold, damp ground. You couldn’t breathe. Your gulping for air to get in to your lungs fill the silence. Now your tears were falling down easily, warming up your frozen skin. Why me? ‘Why is this happening?’ You wanted to scream so badly to release very emotion that this week left you feeling but you had trouble to even breathe properly right now. Your thighs however screamed from the unbearable and unexpected exercise.

As your breathing slowed down a bit, swallowing down your own spit for some needed liquid, you realized the situation you were in. Nothing could be heard other than you. It made you quiet down even more, deciding to finally stand up. Gripping at the tree next to you while ignoring the roughness on your raw skin, your legs shook, wanting to give up on you. Gritting your teeth, you pushed yourself up, stumbling in a small steps in the dark, the trees helping you to stabilize yourself .

A branches crunched under your feet but when you stopped for a second, leaning your weight on a tree a branches crunching was still heard. Your eyes filled with fear, freezing in your spot, wondering if you heard right. Oh and you did. An a wild animal or not it made you sprint from the spot where you once stood and it turned out to really be a predator but not the kind you silently hoped for.

You didn’t get far as a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You yelped at whoever was holding you, trashing around and scratching onto their hands but that move didn’t even faze them. “Come on.” Says a male voice, pulling you to the direction you ran from with a minimal effort.

A panic strucks you at the man’s words. “No!” You screamed into the early night, sobbing. You wiggled in his strong hold while it being still soft enough, like he truly didn’t even want to hurt you. Your feet dug into the ground but it didn’t matter as he picked you up with ease. “Just let me go!” You yelled again, your voice raspy.

However he only ignored your pleads and crying, carrying you back to the place you so hardly tried to ran away from.

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Your body screams at the sudden warmness of the inside. The man still carried you, almost certain you would’ve tried to ran away again but he didn’t know how close your body was to giving up. You felt your skin burn, like needles stabbing you. You finally saw how much the weather had effect your well being. Your hands were red, frozen and just as cold as your kidnapper’s and if you could only see how much your cheeks were blushed and lips painted subtle purple. Your state infact still didn’t stop you from fighting but you certainly couldn’t ignore any longer the subtle tiredness, creeping up on you.

Your vocal cords were bruised and strained from your nonstop screaming and you didn’t care a bit about how crazy you must look. “Let me go!” The face of the man was still unseen, only his strong arms around your waist and you knew for sure that if he wasn’t a supernatural being you wouldn’t have a chance either way.

The man laughed, he actually laughed at you, the sound vibrating against your back. It made you angry and frustrated. “Calm down.” He said, pulling you into an unknown room. The whole way inside you didn’t see anyone, not the guards and not even the maids earlier, like they were just a figment of your imagination. “You sure have fire, girl.” You ignored his unnecessary remark. It only made you more uncomfortable, it has like he wanted to make a light of this situation.

Your injured feet scraped the carpet that was under you, making you jump from the sudden wave of pain. From the light of the fireplace that almost took a half of a wall from how big it was, you could see finally the state you were in. The nightgown was almost completely covered in dirt, the bottom torn in shreds, showing your scratched up legs. You felt exposed, vulnerable and uncomfortable, the feeling of being in some stranger’s arms like this made your skin crawl.

When you hear footsteps coming closer to you both, you didn’t know if you even want to look up and see who it was but you did it anyway. From the still opened door a man with dark hair came in, only stopping as his eyes met yours. That unknown man had a sense of authority in him and it made you want to curl up into a ball, seeing his dark eyes slightly darken at your figure. It didn’t took long for another person to come in, only it being the same sandy blonde haired man you already knew of.

“What is this nonsense?” Asked the dark haired man at the door, gesturing to you and the man that held you. For a moment you stopped fidgeting, completely letting your weight rest in his arms while your eyes flickered between the man that spoke and the blonde. “Who are you?” The same man asked again when nobody answered, his eyes know fully on you.

A one stray tear rolled down your cheek from the corner of your eye. You didn’t even know the answer to that question. ‘Who are you to them anyway?’ Silence filled the room for a moment before there was a sound of hurried footsteps. As your eyes looked back to the door there came him. His eyes were wide but you couldn’t pick up the right emotion in them. They quickly trailed over the room before landing on your shivering figure. His lips parted in shock, seeing the state you were in and raising his hand at your hostage.

“Let her go”

At that simple request you were set free. The man completely took off his hands off you and not expecting it you fell to your knees with a silent cry. You felt so exposed and frightened, backing away from either of them, till your back hit the side of a table. You finally saw the man who took you. Just as you predicted he was and looked strong, black hair falling over his eyes that stared at your curled up figure.

“Can anyone tell me why we have a human here?” The dark haired man at the door questioned, now his voice sharp with anger.

A sigh left the blonde’s lips, crossing his arms over his chest. “Hyunjin…”

‘Oh…so that’s what his name was.’

Everyone looked at the man, waiting. Hyunjin looked guilty, mainly for you and he showed it with his downturned lips but yours eyes were set at the fireplace before you, not wanting to meet any of their gazes. “Just–please, can I talk to her firstly?~”He pleaded quietly, looking up from beneath his eyelashes to the man next to him. “Chan, please..”

The said man sighed at his request, glancing back at you and then to him. “Everyone out.” At that the two other men whose names were still to be revealed, left the room and you almost pleaded them not to go as you were now left alone with him. The vampire stood there unmoving, probably thinking about how to start or even what to say in this situation.

His azure eyes trailed over your still shivering figure. Your body was covered in a nightgown that was actually a gift from him but it was now almost torned to pieces. From where he could see, you were covered in scratches, some deeper, some smaller mixing with the dirt that now seeped through the fabric. The smell of your blood was intoxicating, it played with his head. When he then saw the fairly large pool of blood right at your feet, he almost let out a gasp and in concern of your well being, stepping out to help you but you didn’t like that a bit.

One of your hands stopped him at the same moment he went to take that move, shaking. “Don’t…don’t come near me.” You say, looking like you were ready to start cry again.

He glares at the injury on your hand, licking his lips to resist the argue to taste that delicious substance pooled in your hand. It was like he could almost taste you, your scent filling up the whole room. “You are hurt.” Hyunjin stated the obvious, that statement making you realize how inviting you must be looking. Injured, scared, completely vulnerable and seeking any form of comfort.

You put pressure on the palms of your hands, only making it bleed more in the process. It was hard to ignore how his eyes followed the movement. “Why am I here?” You ask, not having energy to wait a longer for him to speak up again. The man froze at your question, not answering right away, only making you even more angry or maybe even more scared. “Talk to me, damn it! It is the least you can do after you kidnapped me!” Your voice broke at the end of your sentence from your sudden loudness, frowning in pain.

He nods, knowing you had every right to be angry, he also wished all of this would’ve went differently. “Just let me look at your injuries first.” He said, going closer to you. You only started to shake your head wildly, backing up even more, almost going under the table. He stood few feet from you, watching you and then looking at the chair next to you. Hyunjin without a word walked around you, while keeping his distance before pulling out the chair for you and then going back to his place. His behavior surprised you a little and glancing at the chair padded with soft looking material, it looked far more comfortable than the floor. You didn’t have the energy to scold yourself for slowly crawling your way up the chair, feeling eyes watching your every move.

When you sat down in the chair, you almost moaned how the soft cushion eased your sore body. “I would like to apologize for my friend’s behavior and actions.” It made you look at him, now seeing him fully in the light for the first time.

He was dressed in a white suit, it didn’t looked like the stereotypical ones, this one had a more modern twist to it. As he turned to look at you, feeling your glare at the back of his head, you almost did a double take at his shirt? It didn’t even look like more than a few strings of fabric from the font, both sides tided around his waist, his stomach peeking from beneath the thin fabric, showing his defined muscles. The man almost looked pleased with himself, you not knowing he actually wanted to impress you with this outfit of his. Impress you even after what he has done to you…maybe he truly was a hopeless romantic after all, as Seungmin says.

“Don’t make your friend the one guilty.” You said, looking at his figure. You hope that your blushing cheeks were actually from the warmness of the fireplace where he stood at, the flames creating shadows on his features that looked quite menacing. “You did this to me…” You whisper, your face momentarily scrunching up to resist the argue to cry more. Only if you would glance back at him to see how guilty he truly looked, not that you would even believe him after all of this.

“What do you want from me? Why am I here?” Do you actually want to know or just close your eyes and imagine that this was all just a dream?

He sighed, glancing into the fireplace and watching how the flames wrapped around the firewood. He as same as you become nervous but it was different kind of nervousness. Hyunjin felt like his heart was beating again and it was only for you. Is it even possible for him to explain this to you in the right way? Or should he just admit his undying obsession with you that scared him as much as you. However it also felt calming in a sense, exciting even. He after all of these long years felt alive again, like this was actually his first time living. Can he? Can he even describe how he feels for you? He wanted to tell you everything and more. ‘But would that be even enough?’, he questioned while looking back at you. How much it pained him to see you like this and it hurt even more knowing it was all because of him. Because he was scared to loose you, he didn’t think rationally, just out of impulse and did these things he did made his chance to justify himself even more impossible.

“The reason why you are here isn’t because you know what we are…” He said, turning his body to your direction. “The reason you’re here is strictly because of who you are…” ‘To me’, he wanted to say.

You were confused at that. You really thought that you knowing what–who they are is the issue. His statement made you nervous. Is there something you don’t know? Even about yourself?

“Who am I?” You whisper, questioning yourself. “I’m nobody…” You say, shaking your head at him.

He mimicked you, taking few careful steps to get closer to you. You to his surprise didn’t take his movements to get closer to you as a threat but your beating heart gave away your still running fear of him. It for him filled the silence in when he thought about what to say next. “Not to me.” He says and you could feel how honest his response was. Your lips parted, watching him. He made slow and steady steps, like a wild animal, trying to not to scare away their pray.

“Vampires it is what we are and you probably know that by now.” Hyunjin starts off. “Our lives are pointless. The undying hunger for blood soon becomes overrated, boring even but there was always a one thing that made all of us stop ourselves to not take our own lives. It was very rare but still this small flicker of hope made our infinite lives a little more brighter.”

You let out a breath, you didn’t even know you were holding in your chest. His words were so intense and the way he was speaking peaked your interest. “What was it?” You asked.

He become quiet again, glancing back down at your sitting form. “A soulmate.”

You frown at the word. “A soulmate?” You repeated, tasting the word on your tongue to fully understand him.

“Yes, two vampires whose bound would be unbreakeble, filled with love and affection they could only dream of feeling. These two people were made for each other…but there were also a few occurrence of a different kind of bound.” The man walks few steps closer again, now just few inches away from you. You didn’t even register him moving again, too caught up in his words to find where you stands in all of this. “Soulmates in a form of human and a vampire. As a vampire all of your senses are hightened, normal human barely can feel this form of affection, making it nearly impossible to find someone like that…and few nights ago I would’ve agreed.”

Your heart skipped a beat and not in good way. Is it possible to feel like fainting from just words? Your world suddenly started to dance around you, ears ringing and mouth becoming dry. “No…” You gasp out, quickly standing up on your wobbly legs and knocking over the chair you were sitting on just to get away from him. Hyunjin on the other hand started to panic at your sudden change of behavior, hating how you couldn’t keep up with your breathing, while ignoring this sudden pain in his chest.

“You’re are my soulmate.” He clarifies, the words shooting right through you. “And I beg of you to…” He didn’t even know what to beg for, he finally can have the thing he always wished for but you looked far from expecting the same truth.

“But I don’t even know you and you don’t know me!” You yell at him, gripping at the wood of the table to keep yourself from falling.

“As I was saying soulmates are more common as vampires. You maybe can’t feel the bond between us but I can.” Hyunjin tried really hard to keep himself calm and collected seeing you react like that. He knew you wouldn’t react in a good way immediately but this? You looked terrified and he could hear your heart beating wildly in your chest, every shaking breath you took and there’s no way that even a human could not see the fear in your tear filled eyes.

“So I don’t have a say in this?” You almost whisper, lip quivering. “I mean you already kidnapped me, what are you going to do to me now?” Your own question made you freeze. “Make me feel this things for you?”

He shakes his head, hurt slightly by your words. He did not give the best impression but do you really think that low of him? “I can’t do that and I do not even want that. I can’t compel you…that’s how I knew you were special…” You now were the one shaking your head, in complete disbelief.

“I’m not special.” Your words were firm, not like your body that was pressing into the table so hard you could feel bruises forming. “You can’t just expect me to believe that! What do you want? Why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re lying! You’re a liar!–“

Your outburst came to an end as he suddenly appeared right in front of you, hands gripping your shoulders. “I’m not!” He shouted in your face. It took him a moment to realize what he have done. Hyunjin only made it worst for himself as he saw how much this sudden movement of his seem to frighten you. When a small sob of pain left your lips, his grip immediately loosen up before fully removing his hands from you. “I’m not lying…I just I-I…“ Your presence made him tongue tied and this whole situation he made himself, made it worse for him to find the right words. Hyunjin look up from your shoulders where his hands were a minute ago to your eyes. He hates himself for making you cry like this.

“I want you…I want to get to know you..I want you to give me at least a chance…don’t leave please…please~” The man said, his own legs buckling ready to get on his knees for you. “Give me a chance, Y/N.”

Why are you feeling bad for him? Was it sympathy? The expression on his face was a mixture of hope with also helplessness. His own eyes were glassy…’Was he also crying?’

“To fall in love with you?” You ask needing to have a more of a clarification.

“You don’t have to, soulmates can be platonic.” He says quickly, seeing you think about his offer. “You can’t leave me please…not when I waited my whole undead life for you.”

Soulmates…funny. You spend your whole life thinking about low unlovable you are and now somebody is telling you this. Is it your curiosity or your own feelings that want to take his offer? You can’t lie about finding him quite mesmerizing and it wasn’t just by his striking looks, there was this invisible string pulling you to him. However hearing him say his confession…it just didn’t felt right in the head. All of this is so sudden, too many things now being lay down on your shoulders, making you slowly sink into yourself. He just can’t say that…not about you.

“When did you become aware of that we are…soulmates?” The last word stung getting it out of your mouth. “Did you realize we are soulmates the night you appeared at the doorsteps? Or the night you almost killed me–“

“No! I didn’t want to kill you.” He looked horrified and angered that you would even think of that but as his memories came back to him he become aware why you would say that.

“The night when I saw you at the bridge–just by your presence, your blood…” Hyunjin said, taking a deep breath of your scent. “Oh–oh your blood is calling to me, I’ve never smelled someone as appealing as you.” He almost growled as he got another whiff of your delicious scent on his tongue, oblivious to how you suddenly wrapped your arms around yourself, pink hue painting your cheeks. “The one who wanted to kill you was Minho, I just didn’t have the heart to hurt you.” He said the actual truth. He truly had no desire to hurt you. His blue eyes suddenly flickered to a deep red, so quickly you almost didn’t catch it but the sneer on his face stayed. “Those bastards deserved more than a quick death…”

You shift in your place, unwanted memories of that night coming back to you. “I-I want to thank you for that and even your friend but seeing that he took me here without my permission we’re even.”

After your sentence it was quiet again. You started to feel the stinging pain in your wounds and how your eyes become slightly droopy. “Y/N?” Call out Hyunjin, breaking the silence. It is too casual for you to let him use your name like that, trying to ignore the fact you didn’t even give it to him in the first place. Your gaze fell to his mole under one of his captivating eyes, your safe zone, waiting for him to continue whatever he wanted to say. “Will you then stay? For a month or any period of time you would like…than it will be up to you whether you decide to leave or stay here with me...”

“Alright.”

Did you really agree with this nonsense? He gave you a choice but it still felt like there wasn’t any given to you in the first place. Though you felt tired, you knew what you were doing or at least saying. You look away from him just as his face light up slightly, small almost invisible smile on his plush lips.

“But what do I do about my friends and my job and–“ You tried to reason but there isn’t really a chance for that.

“No need to worry.” He said. “I will make it work, I just don’t want you to leave me forever just yet…”

Again you were stunned, almost feeling awkward. “Okay~” After that word left your mouth, it sealed your arrangement for good.

The main door to the room also opened, revealing the same short haired man from before. Chan was his name? His timing was too perfect and it made you realize that he probably heard all of yours conversation. Even if he would’ve been on the other side of the mansion, it wouldn’t matter but it still made you embarrassed. His eyes were however only trained on Hyunjin, hard and cleared of any emotion. “I want to have a word with you.” The man before you nodded understandingly, Chan’s attention than went to you. “And you…Felix will escort you back to your room.”

At the sound of a new name, appeared a blond haired man with the face of an angel but you were no fool as he shared the same unhuman features as his company. He smiled at you softly and that gesture even eased your so called soulmate, waving at you to go with him. You didn’t really want to trust him but you already knew that there wasn’t any danger for you in here. You took a slow step, pushing yourself off the table, stumbling slightly. At that Hyunjin immediately went to you but he was only stopped by your hand, showing him you were still capable of walking on your own.

A small grimace was plastered over your face as you make your way to the blonde named Felix, him as the others slightly wary of your well being. Now nothing but that cozy bed you may now call yours was on your mind but you still stopped to take a one last look at his face that you will be seeing now everyday because of your choice, still trying to figure out if that terrifies you or excites you.

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author’s note

Hi! I wanted to thank all of you for your support and I hope you like this story so far as much as I do. Also I wanted to address that updates for some time will take longer because it’s getting closer to the end of a semester, so I need some time to study but I will see what I can do!

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♠️♥️《《°•~ WARNINGS ~•°》》♥️♠️

The following work will include name calling, wishing harm onto others, wishing others to inflict harm upon themselves, mass spamming, targeted harassment, social media spamming, eluding to struggles with stress vomiting, Lyney sharing similar experiences, trauma (mostly on Lyney's part) bonding, and sorta vague mentions of past attempts at su!c!de. If any of these things may trigger you, please do not proceed.

♠️-Lyney with a reader who is being spammed on social media by old friends of theirs wishing harm upon them-♠️

♥️《《STORY IS SET IN......MODERN AU_》》♥️

♠️》》STORY IS......NOT PROOF READ_《《♠️

♥️《《STORY IS......ANGST TO COMFORT/FLUFF》》♥️

I myself have been getting spammed in my dms by an old friend of mine who just will not leave me alone and keeps coming in with alts T-T This is a way for me to cope.... I tried to keep reader as gn as possible! Please tell me if I made a mistake T-T

Your hands were shaking as you read the previews of the messages on the screen of your phone. You didn't even want to click on them.

'You dumb ass fucking wh... '

'Go suck a cock you whine...'

'Quit being such an attent... '

The little number icons on the apps kept getting bigger as the notification sound on your phone kept going off.

'Bling! Bling! Bling! BlingBlingBlingBlingBling!'

You wanted to chuck your phone outside. The noise was terrible. You never thought you it would make you feel so sick to your stomach.

(('Why are they dog piling me??? What did I do???'))

You thought to yourself,

(('A-Attention seeker? Whore?? Faker?'))

More and more foul words piled up on the screen, one after another. Tears welled up in your eyes as your hands shook. The keychain you so lovingly clipped to your phone clicked up against it's case.

The halls of your school were empty at the moment, but it felt more stressful than it ever had when it was full right now. The only sounds you could hear were the sounds of your twitter getting spammed, you snap getting spammed, your youtube, your tumblr, your instagram, your discord-

'Bling! BlingBling! Bling! BlingBlingBlingBling!'

'LISTEN HEAR YOU CUN...'

'With all due respect you ...'

'GO DIE IN A FUCKING H...'

'Nobody wants to talk to ...'

'Just take a swan dive off...'

(("Hey is everything alright?"))

One of the exchange students... you could tell by his heavy accent. His name was Lyney, right? He came from France with his siblings a few months back. You guys talked from time to time, you were never really close enough to be considered friends though. You must've not noticed him approaching because of your tunnel visioning.

(("Y-Yeah. I'll be fine, thanks."))

You lied. He wasn't your friend so you shouldn't bother him with your issues. He saw right through you though.

(("If it were nothing would you be crying?"))

Your phone went off again, this time your pinterest. The sounds began to flood your ears again.

(("I'm just fine really! It's no big deal."))

You reasoned, you didn't need to drag someone who hardly knew you into your personal problems. It was none of his responsibility.

(("Someone is spamming your social media accounts, correct? Perhaps... a group of people you used to associate with?"))

You gulped, were you really that easy to read??

(("It's only an educated guess though! I promise I'm not stalking your accounts or anything-"))

Lyney fumbled, his face grew a light pink out of embarrassment.

(("Don't worry it's fine. And yeah, you're right. But it's fine! I can just block them and move on."))

The blonde frowned, his lavender eyes filled with almost a sort of sympathy or empathy. You weren't sure.

(("That doesn't mean the damage hasn't been done. I'm sure no matter what you may had done it shouldn't warrant... well... that."))

He referred to the constant pinging of your phone, gesturing to the device in your hand. Nervously you hid it behind you back, sweat forming on your brow.

(("It's fine really Lyney! I'm fine."))

You smiled nervously and shifted, that feeling of anxiety in your stomach only bubbling worse and worse. It felt like you were going to throw up again.

(("I suppose I shouldn't press it out of you, but if you ever need someone to talk to I'll always be here, okay? Even if it takes some time, I'll still wait."))

Silence settled in, even the sounds from your phone began to cease for a moment. The two of you simply stood there for a while in an awkward quietness. You began to process what he said.

Was this a joke? Was this a cruel prank sent to you by one of your old friends? Was this supposed to be more punishment for a crime you weren't even aware that you committed?

Tears began to bubble up at the rims of your eyes again and pour over, like a child's toy tea cup being filled beyond capacity. Sobs began to softly shake your chest, you were so done with all of this.

These people surrounding you calling you toxic, saying you were over stepping boundaries they never even set, yelling at you no matter how many times you apologise, saying they will stay with you no matter what then running away when your true self becomes too much for them to bare. You wanted to know what was so wrong with you so you could stop pushing people to this point unknowingly. You wanted them to tell you want you did wrong. You were sick of not knowing how to stop any of this.

A pair of warm arms embraced you, pulling you into a soft hug. Surprise filled your eyes as Lyney began to stroke the back of your head gently. You felt a lack of malice behind his intentions, only a genuine want to help. But you were still scared. Scared that maybe you would become close then push him away somehow too.

(("There's nothing wrong with you. You're just yourself and not what they wanted you to be. That's a feeling I know all too well."))

He began,

(("But if they aren't willing to accept you for who you really are, then they were never friends with you in the first place."

You furrowed your brows, something didn't make sense.

(("H-How did you know who was spamming me and why?"))

Lyney sweat dropped, breaking the hug to awkwardly scratch the back of his head.

(("I overheard them planning to spam you at cheer practice... that blonde guy with glasses isn't very good at keeping his voice quiet."))

You tilted your head in confusion,

(("Why come find me to comfort me though?"))

Lyney opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Shutting it again, he furrowed his own brows in thought, piecing together a sentence in his head.

(("Whenever something bad like this happens to me, it sucks to only be surrounded by negative thoughts and it easy to spiral. Only hearing bad things about yourself, you began to believe them. When you hear someone tell you to do something over and over, you feel inclined to do it and sometimes... you actually... do... do it."))

(("You mean you-?"))

(("Yeah. I'm glad it failed though."))

You and Lyney sat in the hallway infront of your locker for a long while, not speaking very much. You two went from practically strangers to knowing some very personal stuff about one another in the span of about 10 minutes so it was a lot to process. The blonde spoke up again though.

(("If you ever have thoughts like that... maybe call me instead? I'd hate if I lost a classmate to that."))

You nodded as Lyney opened his phone to show you his number. You began to type it to your contacts as more notifications flooded you screen again. Lyney's eyebrows furrowed as he read the previews of them in disgust.

(("Such primitive language."))

He said, clicking his tongue in distaste. You simply swiped them off your screen as quickly as you could each time.

(("Do you like cats?"))

You asked,

(("Hm? Yes my sister and I love them! We actually own a few! Mine is named Rosseland."))

He replied enthusiastically. With a smirk you set his contact photo to a picture of a cat that just tasted broccoli much to his dismay.

(("Why such an atrocious image?? Is that what you think of me? Is my fashion that outlandish??"))

You shook your head,

(("That's the face you made when you saw the messages they sent me."))

Lyney sighed dramatically,

(("At least save me with a decent name!"))

Much to his horror though, when he looked down he saw you had saved him as "flagrant cat man" as you snickered obnoxiously.

(("Oh come on! Fine I shall name you something JUST as distasteful!"))

Looking at your phone number he furiously typed it in. A few moments had passed and he then asked you a question.

(("Do you also like cats?"))

You gave an "mhm" in response as he snickered evily. Flipping his phone around proudly, you were saved as "Impolite Feline of Dookishburg" with an image of a bawling cat.

(("Uhhh why that image?"))

You asked, perplexed.

(("Why that was the face you were making earlier of course!"))

He teased,

(("Is my crying face really that ugly!!))

He nodded dramatically with a sigh,

(("I daresay it is comparable to that of a banshee's tear stained face!"))

You playfully smacked his arm as you two began to laugh merrily. Perhaps things were going to get better. Maybe you shouldn't worry about those jerks anymore, after all, you found a real friend in the young man sitting next to you. Things aren't going to get better immediately, but that doesn't mean they won't ever get better. In times these, you can only press forward, but now you feel comfort in knowing you won't be alone.

(("Hey, do you wanna meet my sister and brother?"))

(("Sure!"))

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