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⊹ ࣪. ❛❛ 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟕 ❞ ❀

۶ৎ── [─ 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 2]

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ֶָ֢⊹𐙚 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: In a world where vampires exist, the city of Seoul is not safe. With the most notorious in the Facility 007, everyone thought that the city would be kept at bay with murders being stopped and for terror to stop haunting everyone in the night. That's what you thought when they were captured and stopped the vampirism from spreading by biting normal humans. However, you made a mistake in assuming that these seven would give up, and you underestimated their desire for power and control when you were invited for an internship to said Facility 007. It should have been easy enough. But one myth and night changed everything, and now, you have to figure out how to play your cards right if you want to take them down.

ֶ⟡ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: vampire!Enha!xf!reader ❀

۶ৎ─── 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: biting, violence against ALL characters, chainsaw, GORE, BLOOD (more than last time), death, Enha are REALLY mean, handcuffs, vampires (duh), needles, and a LOT of violence, some noncon neck kisses and touches (nothing more than that). I DO NOT CONDONE these behaviours; this is all for entertainment purposes and in NO way does this reflect on the real Enhypen members! You don't like? scroll onto my Jungwon smau or summer headcannons!!

╰┈➤ don't proceed if you don't like that.

──⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 20k ꒰ ꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘:

─── ִֶָ࣪☾. [𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒]: okay, so i have returned with part 2. And, I am so sorry that this took so long but I was trying to make the plot coherent with Y/n and the other characters, and also trying to make the writing a little more smoother. I mean, I am 90% happy with the outcome but I kept proof-reading it and idk, I just know that a lot of people have been waiting. I need to stop beating around the bush lmao!! Please tell me if you liked it or not. I love seeing your replies and asks. It is so fun!!

「」 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 1 ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

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FACILITY 007.

The one thing that caged the seven vampires now caged you within. The grey walls stayed so still you thought they were staring right back at you; the silence hummed over your heartbeat, persistent and repetitive, reminding you of your situation; and the leather cuffs stuck to your wrists with an unmoving strength.

You hugged yourself, knees drawn to your chest and back against the wall as you breathed into your trousers.

Counting was the only thing you could do without having all your panic spike up again. It sounded like insanity in this room and you didn't speak a word in two, whole days. Maybe it was your defiance. Or it was the only thread you had in control over your actions, thoughts, and words.

Those vampires stripped away your mother, your skin, and now the Facility. You don't know the fate of your friends or the other scientists. You only know yours.

And that was aiding them in the path of making a corrupt venom for them to use and throw like water. As if it didn't possess the ability to reorganise the wires in the brain so that their rationality flew right out the mental window. Right and wrong would become a little more similar, no longer linear.

In fact, you felt like all your sanity defenestrated right out of your mental scape right this moment. Instead of crying, you picked yourself up shakily, hunger clutching at your stomach, gnawing at your sides, and you stumbled into the bathroom.

The room was practically camouflaged with the same grey paint, a toilet seat, a shower head that hung high on the wall, and a sink that had a sensor when hands were near. The chain around your ankle made a metallic click, the door not fully closing because of it. That never crossed your mind. The privacy that never existed in the prison cell and the way it put a gate to creativity. It was just so… dead.

Closing the door as much as you could, you splashed some water on your face, rubbing it into your eyes as if it would help you think better from the last two days.

There was no mirror so God knew if you looked like the perfect display of sleep deprivation and despair sunken into your cheeks. Or maybe mourning.

For the past two nights, you gave into sleep, not because of the desire to dream, but because exhaustion screwed into the sides of your temples and forced your head to fall. Even that wasn't enjoyable because your mother's bloodied figure appeared like a ghost that you couldn't hide from. And it was the same moment—over and over again. You turn, the chainsaw would slice through her side, blood broke through the skin and fabric, and then her lips parted as if to say something. She fell. You wake up and then, you stay up for the rest of the night, torturing yourself with your own thoughts.

You were honestly your own enemy.

Swallowing the bile, one of your bound hands managed to slip into the pocket of your pants to feel the small cylinder within. A small cylinder that not only held the last vial of antivenom, but also the last shred of hope. This little thing came into memory when you slept awkwardly on your side to find it poking into your thigh. But God, did you care?

Absolutely not. Because instead of a small vial, you saw remnants of faith, escape.

Tentative, you held it in your palm, the deep blue liquid sloshing around, knowing you held the fate of your own fight in your hands. It's all up to you. Except, this wasn't clearly enough for all the vampires; it would only blind the cell function of one of them, and how much would they need to be killed?

You sighed, leaning back against the sink, thoughts morphing into one, giant hurricane of possible notions to set up the rough planning of your escape. The vampires were physically stronger on all levels, outmatched you by a thousand. You were practically made of hay compared to them. If strength wasn't the weapon to choose, you simply had your mind to use against them.

Looking down at the vial now, you don't know how much of this could suppress their abilities, their lust for blood and violence, but you had to try. The only thing you can do is to replicate it, but you could only do so with your mother's notes, which were probably locked away in the safety of her lab cabinets. The same lab where the light drifted from her eyes.

Biting your lip hard, you blinked the tears away furiously, shoving the vial back into your pocket. Enough of that. No tears. You couldn't show that type of weakness when your vow of silence was still alive.

Once you breathed, counted to ten, you opened the door of the bathroom only to jump when you saw Jungwon and Sunghoon, hands in their pockets, gazing at you like they had been standing and waiting there for centuries.

The dread was hard to miss as it sunk into your heart, swallowing it whole, forcing the beats of your heart to shake. Had they seen the vial? Surely not. They haven't killed you yet.

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow.

“Jumpy.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out the sandwich squished and wrapped in clingfilm, soggy. You swallowed hard and limped to the stupid, cold bench and sat.

Jungwon blinked and Sunghoon chucked the snack on the surface next to you like you were a fish to take bait.

“You need the energy, so eat,” Jungwon said, tone heavy and final with a demand that you hated to hear. You glanced. The sandwich looked sad and depressed. Deflated, even. You took it with bound hands and began to unwrap it.

“Still silent,” Sunghoon mumbled to Jungwon. He hummed.

“Won't do if we need to ask her about any progress,” Jungwon purred with danger rippling in his tone. You stiffened, hands halting midway but Jungwon stepped forward, clutching the sandwich from you in a blink. He began to unwrap it, but it felt like he was peeling away the layers that hid a danger underneath. You stared shakily, fists clenched as he held the snack like an ultimatum.

“Speak.”

You didn't. He was treating you like a rat, all chained up in the stupid leather and metal, staring like you were on display for disobedience. You didn't want to act like one, to be zapped and then conditioned.

Jungwon tilted his head, a spark of annoyance breaking through his patience, but he placed the sandwich back down, and stepped back. “Suit yourself. We'll come get you later as well to make the venom.”

‘As well’? When they both turned, your head snapped up.

“What… where are Taehyun and Soobin…? What did you do with my mother?” You asked hoarsely, voice chapped like it had been dragged through a desert. They both halted, and only Jungwon turned with a ghost of a smirk, not exactly looking at you.

“Your friends… are fine.” He shrugged a little. You dared to let relief breathe over your chest like a breeze. But then, he said, “your mother was quite a snack, though. Sunoo said it was similar to yours, but lacked some iron. She should have taken her iron tablets.”

At his unnerving comment, anger tore through your body like an earthquake stunned your organs, and you lunged at Jungwon only for the ankle chain to bite into your skin and warn you to still. But at that point, you didn't care. You just wanted to eradicate the smug smirk off his stupid face. How dare they?

He didn't look bothered because he slowly turned with all the time in the world, and smiled coldly. Your fists uselessly aimed at him but missed by a few taunting inches. Jungwon watched the display of futility and Sunghoon turned and crossed his arms, watching the anger twist your face and your lungs until your breaths turned heavy.

“It's only true, Intern Song,” Jungwon raised an eyebrow of mirth.

“You sick fuck—”

“Careful with your words,” he said, cutting your vulgar words short, the danger returning like a stone and making you stop. Oh right. Any more disrespect and he would let the others drain you of your life.

You forced your breaths to slow and let your shoulders slump as if defeat snaked into your joints and collapsed whatever fight you had. Sunghoon smiled to himself and Jungwon hummed, satisfied.

“There. Good girl. Now, sit and eat your sandwich. Remember the deal you made,” he said with a grin, mockery lighting his eyes on purpose. Even when you didn't move, they both did and closed the sliding door, sealing you in.

The lock may have kept you trapped in but that didn't stop the growing determination that flickered hungrily in your chest.

You vowed to yourself you would stop them one way or another.

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The sirens outside blared loudly on the premises. It sounded like it was down below. Maybe three—no, four police cars had pulled up, probably to break a way in.

You weren't hopeful. Not when Riki and Heeseung came to collect you later, undoing the chain at your ankle, and holding you by your arms, leading you out.

It didn't bother them, which deeply bothered you.

When another round of sirens came and then silenced, Riki scoffed as he and Heeseung dragged you along the ground floor, the dim hallways flickering with a dying light.

“You would think they give up,” Riki mumbled, annoyed. Heeseung's frown remained like a heavy thread sewn into his lips.

“That's the thing about humans. They're all… a little stupid,” he replied, almost giving you the side-eye, which you took an internal offense at. They turned you to the familiar corridor of the second floor, the one leading to the East Wing through a glass tunnel displaying the night sky that bled into the horizon.

Riki snorted. “Yeah, well, I don't doubt that for a second.”

So police officers had already tried gaining authority over the place, but somehow, these vampires tackled every single one, as if they had predicted the move of a chess piece from a long way away. Something curled in your chest, tightening around your nerves in thick worry.

“They should send the real strong ones. You know, trained and stuff,” Riki murmured.

“Police officers are trained. Besides, they'll be good subjects for the venom.” Heeseung didn't say anything more, steering your silent self forward.

Of course. They needed more patients, more test trials to torture with experiments and danger. As if playing with lives would be easy and attached with no consequences. Then again, you don't expect these vampires to even have a blueprint of morality sketched into them, let alone care about the horrific outcome.

When approaching the set of double doors, it burst open before Heeseung could touch it, and a man fell through, heaving and with bloodshot eyes.

You flinched as he crawled towards you like craving something resembling humanity. He wore a uniform, or a weak excuse of it. The bulletproof vest hung off one side, hair frantic and coursing in different directions, and he had small cuts pricking his cheek.

“H-help me—”

His words were cut when Sunoo and Jay came through, crimson eyes bleeding into something darker, more nefarious, and with their weapons silently accompanying them in the firm grip of their sinful hands.

The man yelled but Sunoo clawed him in the cheek, skin breaking in three, sleek lines until blood ran down his face, eyes glassy, and his limbs trembling. You felt sick.

Jay rolled his eyes. “Bad choice.”

“Horrible, even,” Sunoo muttered, as if disgusted.

“We're not supposed to kill them, remember?” Riki said to the two boys before them, but Jay clicked his tongue, eyes still on the quivering man.

“We weren't before he tried to shoot at Jungwon.”

And at that moment, the mechanical roar shuddered from behind the double doors, shaking the ground like a promise of death.

The sound instantly made you cringe, a lump anchoring in your throat and to your stomach, dragging the metal of sickness in your gut. Lo behold, Jungwon came through with manic eyes on the man, his chainsaw blundering your ears until you couldn't hear anything but him and his violence.

The man yelled, crawling back and desperately heading to you, knowing your eyes were the only human ones right now. A shaky breath left you as Jungwon narrowed his gaze, blonde hair messy, and lifted the roaring weapon to a peak in the air.

Then, he brought it down on the man's back, blood staining his uniform and pooling at the white floor as he let out a gurgling scream that weakened your knees into air.

The blood splattered against Jungwon's shirt and face but he wore it like a badge, and didn't stop until the man became a limp body lost to the chainsaw.

The smell was the worst. The metal stung your nose and shoved you into a memory of the exact moment your mother died; icy eyes and the unspoken urge for safety through her bloodied torso. The man's blood became hers, but both were lost to the weapon. To Jungwon.

You didn't even realise you were breathing hard until Jungwon peered up at the way your eyes blinked away tears, focusing on the man. He gave a chilling smile. Sunoo and Jay stepped aside, giving way to Jungwon as he stood before you. Your eyes stayed glued to his torso. You were so afraid that if you even glanced back, all your composure would be cut loose all because of his crimson gaze.

“Is she going to the labs?” Jungwon asked smoothly to Heeseung and Riki, ignoring the tremble in your eyes. They both nodded and Jungwon hummed, satisfied, and leaned down to your lowered gaze. It was as if he was taunting you, ready to push you to your limit but held back.

“Remember the deal…” he forced your gaze to his when he lowered himself. “Any funny business and I would take the greatest pleasure in turning you.”

With no reply, Jungwon stepped back to let Heeseung and Riki lead you past the dead man, and further away, all while your legs crumbled and swayed.

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The labs smelled like blood and death. The familiar hallway had scraps of metal littered on the floor, the silence heavy and suffocating. You didn't get to peer into the patient room as you were steered into the familiar labs. The doors were off its hinges.

Heeseung held you by the upper arm, directing you into the chilled lab, the mechanical hums of the lights remaining the same, as if it didn't witness violence and death in the most gruesome way.

When entering the main room, a few faces turned to you, about nine faces to be exact, and the ones you recognised instantly were Taehyun and Soobin. Alive, wide-eyed and with questions bubbling in them. And relief. Once Riki unbound the cuffs, you hurried to Taehyun and Soobin with an urge to hug the shit out of them. But with the two predators behind you, the thought quickly fell away.

“Your neck,” Taehyun said incredulously, staring at the two deep puncture holes in your skin, branding you as a meal. The others looked, some murmured but you just covered it with your palm.

“Don't… don't worry about it,” you whispered, suddenly too self-aware. Why? You don't exactly know, but the mark spoke words you didn't say, dug into your skin and displayed the power the vampires held over you at that moment; it also held the deep shame that it was your fault for not fighting them off or thinking of another way to avoid that hurdle. Unfortunately, you got yourself tangled in it anyway, and you wanted nothing more than to skin off that status branding your skin.

Taehyun simply nodded and let you through before Heeseung cleared his throat. “You make the venom. Nothing else.” He looked at you.

“I know,” you uttered with a sharper edge than you wanted. He looked like he would say something just as biting but held back, only holding you with his own hard stare of disapproval. Then, he went to the adjacent room, talking with Riki.

As soon as they did, the other scientists gathered near you with worry, but they didn't say anything quite yet. For now, those questions could wait in line. You needed to get your plan out. Before you said anything, a man with glasses approached, monolids and wisdom etched into his face.

“I'm Dr. Kim Namjoon. I worked with your mother but we haven't formally met,” he said softly, as if treading lightly around the topic of your dead parent. It stung, but you met his gaze with a nod.

“Song Y/n.” You glanced at the others and got to know Seokjin, Minju, Chaewon, Moka, and Yeonjun. You had probably spotted them before in the cafeteria but never spoke, but introductions weren't the most necessary factor right now. Nor were memories of before. And then, you gathered them at the far corner of the lab, careful not to hover near where your mother had died. Then, you looked at them urgently.

“I have a plan.” You started with a whisper, afraid that any one of those vampires would tune in. They all shifted but remained tentative.

That's when you pulled out the small vial of antivenom, the dark blue liquid like a light in the darkness. Taehyun recognised it, snapping his gaze to you.

“You had one left?” He mumbled in alarm. Nodding to him, you replaced it back in your pocket.

“We can replicate it. I know you haven't tested it on the vampires, but… if it is able to stop healthy cells function, then…”

“Then, the vampires could die with it,” Chaewon replied in tandem. Silence swiftly rolled in and you nodded.

“But we have to be careful.” Your eyes flickered to the shadows moving around in the adjacent room, possibly attempting to dismantle any defiance you had left within.

Moka glanced, eyes folded with fear and memories from the last three days. “How are we going to make the antivenom when we have to do the opposite? They want us to make a venom.”

Chaewon made a disgruntled sound of agreement, as much as it pained her. “Good point. What happens when they try to test the venom and it doesn't turn them?”

“We can always make a fake,” you replied easily, eyes wandering for any internal answers. Again, discomfort loomed over everyone.

“A fake?” Soobin echoed carefully. Namjoon stepped up with Seokjin, both of them exchanging glances.

“We can make a diluted form. Weak but not enough to corrupt them,” Namjoon suggested quietly, but this gave you a new jolt of hope. Like it had soared through your spine, making you straighten.

“You can?”

He nodded with a fraction of joy.

“Then, we need two different teams. One will make a weak version of the venom. The other will—”

“—make an antivenom for those vampires,” Taehyun finished your sentence with the same hope swelling in his tone. If this worked, life would look a lot more than the walls of Facility 007.

“I know my mother's reports are here somewhere, locked. But, we can do it,” you murmured, glancing at the multiple cabinets locked behind you.

“Even if the venom doesn't turn them, it doesn't stop the vampires from doing it themselves,” Soobin clutched himself tighter.

“Which means we have a deadline,” Minju said with a terrified realisation striking her face. Even doubt of your own slithered so subtly past your throat and clutched at your ribs like coiled rubber bands. You took a breath.

“Then we have no time to lose. We make the antivenom. And we escape Facility Seven.”

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Nine PM hit and where the skies blackened into ultimate darkness, you were being escorted back by Jungwon to the lonely prison room upstairs. But it didn't matter. Those four walls weren't enough to stop the seed of encouragement from growing and breaking out in wild vines and thorns. You were going to get out with everyone and beat these vampires.

For once, your heartbeat was steady with a slight jump, as if you couldn't restrain your own anticipation. Jungwon flickered his gaze to you, jaw tightening.

“You… sound different,” he murmured, somewhat accusing. Realising you weren't even trying to control your internal happiness, you huffed out a breath of annoyance.

“I'm not.” You kept following him as he approached the prison door, sliding it open swiftly. Jungwon's accusation didn't move from his creased brows.

“I'm not stupid so don't treat me as such,” he snapped lowly, shoving you forward until you steadied yourself on the bench with a shaky breath. Turning back, he was already lurking over you like a stormy cloud, eyes red and ready to shred you to pieces with one wrong move.

“I'm being tied up and imprisoned. I don't feel much anymore,” you replied with a deliberate tone of anger. He just stared before picking up the ankle chain and gripping your calf without invitation. Even though there was no point resisting, you yanked your leg back only for him to dig his nails into your trousers, manhandling your foot. You winced, and he snagged the cuff around your ankle, tighter than before that it felt like he screwed it into your skin.

Then, the leather cuffs—he wasn't gentle with that either, tightening them until it morphed into your wrist. Jungwon stood, unimpressed.

“Why am I the only one here? Why can't I be with the others?” You asked, not bothering to stand up. He didn't reply for a few seconds, the harsh twinkle in his eyes never ceasing before tilting his head, his patience thinning.

“Because you keep pushing your limits and isolation should be the answer to such actions,” he muttered with scorn before turning on his heel and walking away.

When he did, your lungs loosened from the metal screws of anxiety, and your thoughts rushed like a marathon. You had no idea if he knew what you were up to, if that small detail of your chirpy heartbeat had already given you away to the enemy itself. It wouldn't be helpful if it did. Everyone here needed that freedom, including you, and you wanted to deliver that. Meaning no more of your hope overreacting and practically putting a sign of I'm–deceiving–you–and–your–brothers over your chest.

You curled your knees to your chest and hoped in silence.

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The next day, you had kept the vial wrapped away in a secret, and kept your words to a low when discussing the antivenom. The senior researchers started to make the diluted version of the venom, almost a small fraction of what the real one was like.

During your time there, you flipped through your mother's file, the one dotting and drawing her comments on the vicious antivenom, the last one telling how it killed normal cells too. It wasn't just an observation to you, but more of a promise that you held onto. A prophecy you wanted to make true.

Despite all that, the sirens in the distance happened once more, near the East side. Recalling back to Heeseung and Riki's conversation, they obviously were expecting the police officers to attack from below, preparing for it with open arms. And the police forces didn't even know. If only you could tell them that it was their plan dressed in a disguise of a seemingly abandoned building. To communicate with them that going through the ground floor would be signing a predictable death wish.

Communicate. Ground floor. Your phone.

Your back straightened so hard that Sunghoon tilted his head from behind you, near the counter. The gaze struck you, forcing you to feign a headache and go back to scribbling nonsense in the lines. Again, if they even found a speck of your plan, it would be over and you know Jungwon would turn and torture you.

It sent a minor shudder through your heartbeat. Sunghoon stared, then glanced away.

When it was time to return to your prison cell, the distant sounds of guns ricocheted downstairs, yells and screams blending together to make a horrific melody. The tension clustered at your shoulders as Sunghoon moved you along with him. He didn't seem phased, built of nonchalance and control with a tight jaw and eyes looking forward.

The fourth floor was silent as Sunghoon slid the cuff onto your ankle and wrists, the command in them tiring you. Even then, you spoke. “You're not going to kill… all of them, are you?”

His back was turned to you, but you knew he wanted to answer. And he did, steering his gaze over his shoulder with a wall of something hidden and suspicious, like he was cherry-picking some things to reveal and some things to fabricate his sentence with. Then, he said, “no.”

Relieved or anxious, you had no idea.

“We can't. Not all of them anyway. Once you create the venom, we have to actually inject them with it, turn them, and then they can spread it to others, too. Well, assuming you are in the process of making it,” he said, lowering his gaze slightly to pin you into place, like he had silent dominion over you. “And you are, aren't you?”

With a grit jaw and a lie interlaced with it, you nodded once. He narrowed his gaze before straightening up and walking away, locking the room to a bolt.

Maybe they are onto you. Meaning things might have gotten trickier.

The plan was still the same, though. Get the antivenom made, plunge it into those deadly brothers, and stop the vampirism for the bitten ones. Then, escape.

Easy.

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The next day was the same. Heeseung was in the room, hovering by the counter a few metres away and a sniper built into his gaze. His arms were crossed, his vigilance dressed in a dangerous crimson as he tracked your back, the gauze at your neck where the puncture wounds were from Sunoo's bite.

You were with Taehyun, Namjoon, and Moka, glancing at the steps to make the diluted venom and the antivenom. To fool Heeseung, Namjoon cleared his throat.

“It's coming along. We just need to separate the venom from the plasma. So fractionate them,” he said, letting his index finger draw a useless path of conclusion on the page. You and the others nodded.

“I can do that,” Moka said softly, playing along, knowing there was nothing useful written on the paper.

Namjoon walked away with her whilst you rubbed your temples, your neck pulsing like it demanded attention for healing. Taehyun tilted his head, empathetic.

“Is it hurting?” He murmured softly, fingers hovering over your shoulder until they softly landed there, wishing he could transfer all your pain to him. With a weak, but non-committed smile, you nodded and grabbed a pen.

“I'm okay,” you uttered, glancing over your shoulder to see Heeseung glaring at nothing in particular on the floor.

Perfect. He's distracted. You hunched over the desk, writing something hastily. Taehyun glanced.

‘I think I know a way to escape if we can't get out by the ground floor’ you wrote.

Also grabbing a pen, Taehyun began to return the secret reply. ‘How? Why can't we use the ground floor?? Won't the vampires be dead by the time?’

‘Some are bitten. Probably used as their own personal guards. And have guns. We can't inject them with antivenom. Only the main 7’ you replied with a sigh of contemplation. Taehyung nodded once, slow.

‘How?’

‘I need my phone and we need to speed up the process of the antivenom. I'm going to figure out something’.

After that, you tucked away your anxiety, clutched at all the straws of your courage, and went up to Heeseung. You readied your words and confidence not to crumble before his crimson ones. Instantly, he stiffened and narrowed his gaze.

“I need to go to my mother's office.” You glanced straight at the crimson river of thoughts that were his scrutinising eyes.

“Why?”

“A file. She was the senior staff here so she has most of the information on anything regarding the venom,” you said smoothly, almost proud of yourself for becoming a liar. He didn't move, and then, he grabbed the leather cuffs abandoned at the side.

“You're wearing these.”

Without complaining, you let him cuff you to one, the other hand held in his, and you cautiously walked through the hallways coiled with unspoken tension. Some officers, or previous patients walked past you, but their eyes were a darker shade of black, as if there was a physical black hole sucking up all their senses and leaving behind a hollow shell of themselves. They staggered past, and you focused on the path in front.

Your mother's office wasn't a long way away, and her door was unlocked. The reason why you came here was because you left your bag and phone in here before working that fateful day. And before the vampires and their lethality invaded the place like an earthquake.

Entering her office set off emotions you desperately tried to bury. The mourning, grief, and guilt swarming you like death was personally here to nag you. Her chair had her cardigan cloaked over it, files neatly stacked on the corner of her desk, and shelves adorned with even more colourful binders archiving her wisdom.

It smelt like paper and old coffee, and sandwiches. You released a shaky breath but moved forward. You needed to get out to fully mourn her despite your quivering emotions.

Heeseung didn't let go as you maneuvered behind her desk, his eyes clutching to every movement. You had to be discreet. And you saw the moment as you pretended to stumble forward into the stacks of files. In a glorifying second, it all tumbled to the floor behind the desk and her chair.

Heeseung scoffed at your apparent clumsiness, and allowed you to move the chair and kneel down. Under the desk was your bag, shadowed and untouched. Your phone peeked out the pocket like a puzzle to be collected. One thing you prayed for was that you hoped it wasn't dead. Getting a cord would be a suicide mission.

While pretending to gather and scan the files you sneakily swiped the phone but held it beneath a random file labelled with nonsensical numbers. Confident that Heeseung wouldn't ask what it meant, you stood with a mask of indifference over the glee.

“I got it.” You showed him the file. And thank the universe for making Heeseung despise verbal communication. You let him lead you out, but the tension fell away slightly, making you breathe somewhat lighter.

It was going to plan.

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You underestimated them. Greatly.

Heeseung took you back to your room, sliding the door into place and allowing you to rush to the bathroom in a cuff and struggle. You held the phone from your pocket and smiled down at it like it bloomed flowers out of air.

This should allow you to call the police and progress the plan. You were so glad, though. Remaining in Facility 007 was starting to induce an annoying itch in the deep crevices of your brain.

But as soon as you began to put in your password, the sliding door slammed open outside making your body jolt in alarm. The previous tension coiled back. They usually left you alone for the night so why and who came back?

Having to forget about the phone, you hid it behind the sink before the bathroom door opened with a snap, and you turned on your heel. Jungwon stood there, grabbing your upper arm with a hostile demand that shut you up, and shoved you out there to Jake, who caught you. You landed with a small ‘oof’.

When you were about to speak, Jungwon loomed over you with messy, blonde locks, and a frown to stain for days.

“If you are hiding something, you tell me now,” he snapped darkly. Your heart dropped to your belly, and they both noticed. Jake stepped forward and you took one back, speechless, trying to stitch something together.

“Well?”

“I'm not! How can I!?” You remarked loudly, in desperate defence, but Jungwon found the hitch in your heartbeat, too easy to miss. He scoffed.

“You're on thin ice. You already know that, so why would you even dare hiding something?”

“I'm not! I swear!” You grew urgent, eyes wide and narrowed with panic as you backed away. They stalked your steps, Jungwon being much more relentless. Jake just scanned. “You know I can't defeat you.”

“I don't care what you can and can't do, I'm asking for you to spill it before I allow Jake a bite,” Jungwon remarked with a crushing gravity in his tone. It was final and threatening, enough for you to stumble back so quickly that your ankle pulled taut and you lost balance when your foot was caught.

You groaned slightly as you fell with a harsh thud and their figures stood over you with restraint and malice all at once.

They couldn't have known. You didn't even speak to Taehyun about the phone, and you know he scrunched up the paper and disposed of it. You didn't even show him the success of getting your phone, just a nod. Apprehensive, your breath made another hitch as if it hit a tall hurdle and failed.

“I'm not hiding a thing,” you uttered again. Disbelief struck Jungwon in the face and he glanced away in frustration, a hand raking through his hair. Jake narrowed his gaze, sparing his younger brother a glance. And you didn't like the look, the message transferring like a radio wave you couldn't sense.

Once more, Jungwon knelt to you, still towering over you like a haunted building. “Last time.” He dug his red gaze into yours. “Tell me what you're hiding and Jake hyung won't bite you.”

There was no way you were about to tell on yourself, about the phone—your only way out of this dangerous tunnel. You had to use it but you didn't even get to that bit either. Your eyes remained stunned, silent, and bolted with hidden refusal.

Jungwon stood, nodding as if disappointed, but really, it was a resignation of playing nice. You tensed.

Then, Jake was on you.

A scream tore from your throat as Jake's hand shot to your throat, pinning your head to the ground with a harsh thump. No. You weren't allowing them anymore of you or your blood. With an ignited spark of strength; your leg bolted to his stomach, but it only worked for a second before he straddled your hips. You shrieked.

Jungwon crossed his arms, indifferent, as if it was all a routine. Jake grunted when your cuffed hands flailed in desperation, hitting at his face, neck, chest, hands—anywhere you could get him. And your nails dug furiously into skin, creating the clear mark of struggle.

Jake yelled, annoyed, tightening his grip on your neck until your breath stuttered and your panic returned with creased eyes.

“Help me out,” Jake said to Jungwon through your struggles and scratching nails. He obliged like it was a wish, and stood by your head. You shook your head, slapping Jake's arm more aggressively in a pattern of urgent refusal.

“No—”

Jungwon didn't let you croak out anymore more as he clutched your wrists and pressed them down into the grey floor above your head. You shrieked.

Tears lined at your eyes, struggling, but Jungwon was made of cement because your hands stayed there, wriggling with futility. “Get off—!”

Jake removed the hand on your neck to hold your jaw, tilting your head back forcefully and exposing the bandage starting at the side and over the cotton gauze where Sunoo had bitten you. Jake, mesmerised, let his fingers float over your pulse, feeling the rapid fire of panicked beats. You shook your head. Jake tightened his grip. And you shrieked again but they ignored it like it was simply a fly buzzing around.

You were miniscule to them, the weakest in the food chain. He could crush your throat like glass and he wouldn't care.

Jungwon glanced at your eyes screwed shut in a plea, tears glittering and, gosh, he wanted to taste them. And another scream left you but he wasn't phased. It was your fault after all.

With no mercy, Jake ripped off the bandage tape, revealing the bruised and reddened puncture wounds poisoning your skin. You shivered, the area more sensitive than ever when an ache sparked in throbbing tingles, almost pleading for respite. When Sunoo bit you last time, it was as if he poked your skin with thick needles and pried apart each layer, each receptor, and tore it apart to invade your vessels with hot, white agony.

“D-don't… please, Jake…” you were crying now, voice trembling along with your limbs plastered down like a butterfly in a frame. It must have amused Jake because he smiled ever so slightly, the hostility making home in his eyes.

“Shh. It'll sting if you keep moving like that,” he said softly, as if he wasn't about to drain you like a blood bank.

“N-no! I swear I'm not hiding anything! Jungwon—”

“Shut up,” he replied, gripping your wrists tighter, making you sob in exasperation. You couldn't even plead your case.

Graceful, Jake lowered his lips, breathing out an exhale like the scent of your blood had given light into his eyes once more. It yanked at his desire, beckoning him closer until he let his lips feather the spot. Your legs fought behind Jake, knees trying to punch his back. It didn't work, and your panic became an anchor dragging you to the deep sea of anxiety.

His breath was warm, and he was everywhere: tilting your jaw back, lips on your neck, his other hand twirling your messy hair like he wanted to bite that too. You sobbed again, chest weighed down like the roof of your ribs would cave in, eyes blurry.

Nothing stopped him. Whilst you struggled with your wrists again, Jake licked up both puncture wounds, and you let out a sound between a groan and a harrowing sob. Every tickle of air triggered the marked area and you couldn't take the tingles storming your neck.

“Stop—!”

“Jungwon, she tastes good without me even biting,” Jake hummed, relishing in the copper of the dried blood, the scent like daisies to him on a warm, sunny day. Jungwon heard your shriek of disapproval, but he heard Jake, and he grit his jaw, restraining himself from biting the other side of your neck as well. He could, but he didn't know how much of your mind could withhold pain before the foundation collapsed.

He needed you to be compliant, not weak and drunk on anguish. Jake held your jaw tighter, neck fully exposed before the fangs prodded at your skin. You let out a raw scream, the type that skinned your throat until it burned, refusing to go through it again. No care passed through. Jake bit in with a hasty crunch and it was as if he had torn through a net with scissors.

Not even a second went by when your head pounded, neck invaded with agony that felt like lightning striking your whole body. You writhed as if you could escape it but no matter how much you struggled, the pain hailed down your shoulder and cruelly hammered up your skull.

Jake hummed loudly, eyes shut as he fed on your blood like water, no mercy for how he broke through the healing barrier of your neck. Your sobs were constant now, chest heaving with each motion of his lips. But for him, he inhaled it like it was a gift from evil itself, void of poison and oh so sweet.

It felt like you couldn't breathe. Like your throat physically swelled and closed up because of the intrusion of his fangs. Your knuckles turned white, body tensing into knots until you couldn't understand anything but the tides of constant pain drowning you, clogging your eyes, lungs, and mind.

Jake gulped the blood like a prayer, groaning darkly as he felt your breaths quiver, and your body die down into agonised shivers under your skin. At that point, your eyes drifted to close, barely understanding if you were floating or if you had finally lost it.

Jungwon released your wrists. Jake sat up, licking his lips to savour every atom of your blood and grinned. Haphazard, he returned the weak excuse of a bandage to your neck, and observed your slow and careful heartbeat. As if your body was preparing to go into a dream, conserving whatever was left of you.

“Fuck, you need to taste for yourself.” Jake lifted himself off you, and you didn't even get to process it. You just laid there like a corpse on the edge of death, eyes blinking slowly with tears.

“I would, but I think you took my half,” Jungwon said with a shrug, glancing down at you with mockery. Then, he kneeled down, tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, hand lingering before he whispered the threat.

“Remember the deal or let yourself become a monster.”

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The next sixteen hours was one, silent blur. You were in a dream where you were back home, back with your father, and moving somewhere with a scarce population and homes. It was just a countryside where a sole hut stood bathing in the sunlight. In that dream, you took in the world outside, the forest, crops, and you thought it was over. But then, your dream self touched your neck and pain exploded there until you collapsed to your knees, chest heaving breathlessly as agony climbed up your skull like a thick tide.

Pain swelled in your throat, and someone was shaking you. Your father, perhaps, but when it was deeper, more demanding, your eyes snapped open to the blurry ceiling.

A slight gasp choked past your lips, sweat glistening on the crown of your head and neck. And above you, Riki. He was holding a bottle of water and some leftover fruits. How could you eat when you had recovered the past week in one, mortifying dream? Not only that—but you had been bitten again.

He had crossed a boundary and didn't mind violating your skin like it was another reward or prize he wanted to sink his fangs into. And he did so without an inch of remorse. All you could remember was how close it felt to dying and he was proud of it because he was the one that let you tip near the edge of life.

“Can you hear me or are you just in a goldfish brain right now?” Riki's voice came through, derisive. Ignoring the jab, you gathered every piece of yourself to roll onto your side and lean on your elbow. There was no respite as the bite mark now radiated pure agony in pulsing waves, up to your temple, and swarming you with it.

Riki was still crouching but placed them down, allowing you to move at the pace of a tortoise. Eating didn't bring relief. It took more effort to do so, having to move your jaw, swallow the contents, and your neck protested at the wound. Food had lost all meaning, and you truly felt sick.

After that, you had been taken to the labs like you weren't losing your legs, and it was worse since Jay and Jungwon were both watching over like hawks. Jay had his arms crossed, scarlet gaze cutting into the scientists; Jungwon tucked his hands into his pockets, observing closely as you limped in, holding onto the counter like you had no sense of gravity.

Taehyun gasped, rushing over with Minju who saw the dried blood in the cotton collar of your shirt. You could barely stand and fell into both of them. Jungwon's jaw tightened.

“Oh my gosh…” Minju whispered sadly, embracing you into her.

Before they could rescue you, his voice rang out like a whip. “Stop.”

Minju held you tighter as you leaned on her. She was so warm, and you honestly didn't want to let go. Everything felt like a mix between cold and scorching. Quite clearly, your body was fraying away into insanity.

Taehyung grew annoyed. “What?”

“It's been three days. Where is the venom?” Jungwon replied, stepping close and almost curling his fists tighter when your blood curled around his nose and hooked him in.

“It's not ready—”

“Why? This should be your priority,” Jungwon challenged, something caught in his eyes, like he knew something but he couldn't quite figure out exactly what he discovered. You glanced at Namjoon who stood very stiffly by the other counter. According to him, he made the weakest version of the venom, a placebo. So, technically, he did make it, but it wouldn't be unlocking its full potential. Not enough to turn anyone.

Even with that reassurance planted in your head, panic tingled up your skin like a very slow poison.You held Minju tighter.

“It's not easy to make and purify something in mass within three days,” Taehyun remarked with narrowed eyes that tried to match Jungwon's. Jay scoffed, glancing over at Namjoon, who blinked at the counter and sighed as he began to retrieve something from one of the cabinets.

You watched as he returned with one vial, something murky and grey sitting within it. You almost cringed.

“If you must have one, then here,” Namjoon said, handing it over to Jungwon. It was the size of his palm, menacing and deciding the fate of the next person.

“Let's test it.”

Jungwon was already walking away but before he did, he tore you out of Minju's grip, making you stumble and panic even more. Your head spun and you had no choice but to clutch onto his arm and let your legs find their own strength. Minju reached out for you but Jay kept her in place. She shrunk away.

Taehyun and Namjoon followed behind, entering the patient room with unspoken questions and queries. The ward was messed up, the curtains thrown and ripped, beds haphazard and no longer at the wall. Inside, a few unconscious police officers were passed out there, some blood or bruises blooming in their skin.

It was horrifying at most. The one place that was supposed to help patients avoid vampirism had turned into a sanctuary for them. An experimenting cage prickling hatred within.

“Give it to one of them,” Jungwon said to you despite the exhaustion sinking into your bones like metal. Taehyun grit his teeth.

“Let me do it,” he snapped at both vampires before snagging the venom out his grip, and approaching one of the bodies. Something protested within you. Probably guilt. It started subtle, like hunger gnawing at your stomach, until it rose to your chest like a wave that urged you to do something. When you tried to tug away from Jungwon, Jay just held your shoulder in a silent, bruising grip, the side with emanating neck pain.

Namjoon and you watched as Taehyun readied the needles, collected it into the syringe only for him to pierce the man's skin and surge the liquid through.

Once Taehyun stood and threw the syringe away, nothing happened. Heck. It was so still that you were sure you heard your own heartbeat asking questions before the landslide of horror crashed into you again.

The man twitched, barely groaned and simply turned his head to the other side as if something tickled him. It felt wrong to feel even a drop of relief that nothing happened, and then when Jungwon turned to you, it vanished.

Frustration and more disbelief coursed through his every feature, and he tightened the hand latched on your upper arm, making you wince.

“What the fuck is this?” He snapped to all three of you. Taehyun and Namjoon both glanced at the man, trying to weave excuses because they knew this would happen. Even you did. But you didn't think Jungwon's impatience would expect something to actually happen.

Silence hummed in the air, uncomfortable and winding. Jay scoffed and nudged you in warning. “Explanation?”

Honestly, how could you say that you purposely made a watered version of the venom so that you could trick them? You would be saying ‘just kill me now and get it over with!’

Too anxious to look at Jungwon, he grit his teeth, sparing a malicious glance to the two scientists before his hand snapped to the back of your neck. Pain and the burning ache thrummed through your neck at the hold, a sound of protest leaving you as he forced your gaze to his. You tried to push his chest, but the weight of his hand on your nape was crushing, and you whimpered.

Taehyun lunged at Jungwon, but was stopped by Jay giving him a shove back at his resistance.

“You're hurting her!”

“She'll survive,” Jungwon muttered, scanning over the apprehension flooding your fluttering eyes, the way your heart skipped several beats until he could practically hear it. He pulled you in closer until there was simply an inch left between you and him. It gave you the chance to once again meet the darkness living in his crimson gaze.

“Intern Song, why isn't that venom working?” He asked darkly, briefly glancing at the fallen officer on the side. What could you say? That you were tricking him? He wouldn't even turn you. He would just kill you.

When you didn't answer, he gripped your nape harder and you had to refrain from screaming at him to let go. Your neck furiously burned.

“I-I don't know. Fuck, let me go—” you tried to push his chest again. He didn't let you.

“What do you mean? Aren't you making the venom?”

“I am! The senior doctors are finalising it. It's not easy to make it from a sample,” you uttered, meeting his killer, crimson gaze with all the innocence and false truths you could, grabbing at all the loose threads. Jungwon grit his teeth, and something soured in them, like death was looming.

Suddenly, he let you go, stepping back slowly and you exhaled deeply, clutching your neck that curled with a throbbing pain. Taehyun held onto your arm gently, the opposite of these vampires.

Silence stilled the air but Jungwon simply walked over to the soldier that had been injected, and stared, like he was calculating something. Then, within an instant, his hand clutched the officer's throat, fingers driving into his throat as his knuckles stained white. Then, a crack.

The man's head clicked back like the very bone meant to hold him there had vanished into thin air, stolen from him.

You didn't know how to breathe, the alarm silently invading your brain but you remained incredibly still. He had killed him. And for what? You knew why. To prove a point that he held the control, he held the blade for it and he would use it. All these people were collateral damage and he didn't care.

Stumbling into Taehyun, your heartbeat raced like it was working hard to just ignore the body, to erase and bleach the memory until it wasn't there. Except, you couldn't forget. And Jungwon knew it. It was impossible to scrub away the death stitched into your mind.

Jay didn't even flinch as Jungwon straightened like that death gave him a red carpet of power.

“For every failed venom, I'll just kill them. Then, the blood will be on your hands,” Jungwon declared as he walked to you and the other two boys. Although your own weight was heavy enough, you felt Taehyun and Namjoon's. Tension bolted in your shoulders until the guilt and hopelessness cut into you like a dagger, even though he was responsible for handling the hilt.

You didn't look at him. You looked at the man with a monstrous bruise on his abandoned neck. Another life left as scraps for death.

“Understand?” Jungwon asked tersely. Somewhere in between the conflict of your hope and guilt, you nodded once, wishing it was all a surreal dream.

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The rest of the night was silent but heavy. As if that confrontation had hit everyone, the intensity of the vampires constricting everyone into wordless compliance. You hated it. For the rest of the evening, your lips stayed shut.

Even when Minju replaced the bandage and gauze on your tender neck, thoughts weighed in your eyes with all possibilities of how this could fail. Or if it had failed already and this was your life to accept when you confronted it.

When you were back in your room, Jay left you, and that's when you took the chance to sneak back to the bathroom, practically stumbling into the pristine room. When you crouched by the sink, you got your phone from behind it, unlocking it with shaky breaths and determination on a tightrope.

Entering the three numbers into the messages app, you managed to connect to the police. The automated message was annoying at first, but once figuring it out, you saw the dancing dots.

[“What seems to be the emergency?”]

This will work. It will. They haven't found the phone and you planned to keep it like that. You began typing, the anticipation bubbling up your chest and stinging at your throat. You felt sick from this whole thing. Despite it all, you texted the number that you snuck a phone in and there were scientists being held here, forced to accept their demands in creating venom.

[“They are planning to ambush any other officers coming and turn them. The ground is off limits”] You texted, hands trembling slightly, sleep pulling on your eyelids.

[“Is there a place where the scientists can go to be rescued?”] The message said.

When you really thought about it, the only place you could think of was the rooftop. Often abandoned during the cold times, it was the perfect place for everyone to wait and gather for an escape. Also, you know the vampires didn't know about it either. From what you know, the bitten ones had all their attention on the ground floor, and that's all you needed to type.

Once explaining your situation, you had sat there for twenty minutes, setting out the details of the plan, the exact steps of the route heading to rescue, allowing even the smallest drop of hope to soothe your heart.

The plan was to first wait for the officers to attack first, leading them away from the scientists and allowing you to inject the vampires with the antivenom when they least expected it. When the officers do fully barge into the building, the officers could have an advantage over their weakened bodies, possibly caging them once more. After that, you and the other scientists would get out first whilst the officers dealt with them, the roof being the place where a helicopter would whirr in like the light at the end of the tunnel. The bitten ones would be at the bottom ground, and if they didn't know how to control their lust for blood and see through it, then it would be dangerous for everyone else.

You and the scientists would get out and return with an antidote for the poisoned people and happily ever after.

Hopefully.

[“When are you certain the antivenom will be made?”]

Biting your lip and remembering the process, you took a deep breath, dispersing the cement pressing at your ribs and typed.

[“3 days TOP”]

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“Is it just me or is it suspiciously quiet tonight?” Sunoo asked, wiping the blood from his mouth that he had fed on from one of the officers that had died yesterday.

The ground floor was practically a blood haven with all the death lying around the corridors, bodies lifeless but useful as a food source.

Heeseung fiddled with his black mask, his eyes crimson and brooding, as if there was a cloud of thoughts appearing and then disappearing like an illusion. “Maybe they gave up.”

“No. I can't hear any sirens. Not even from a distant,” Jay said, narrowing his gaze out the window, watching the night sky as if it had eyes in the stars. Even then, an intense flow of thoughts rushed through his ears. While the silence simmered, Sunghoon shrugged, legs alleviated on a random desk cluttered with papers and files.

“Do you want to hear sirens?”

Jay scoffed and snapped his eyes to Sunghoon. “You know what I mean. It's strange.”

“Jay hyung has a point. Usually, the stupid sirens circle the area before leaving, but tonight… nothing,” Riki said, eyebrows raised, hands making a flat gesture across the air.

“Do you think they have a new strategy?” Jake chimed, arms crossed with a stony contemplation hardening in his eyes. Everyone stayed silent before Jungwon stood from a chair, catching all of their eyes like mice following the leader.

“They have no information on who is alive in the building. They can't have a new strategy if innocent civilians are known to be trapped,” Jungwon began saying, drawing out his thoughts in words. “Unless they know something, which is impossible because not a single person has escaped.”

Sunoo perked up, sudden realisation flashing through him. “So, what you're saying is—”

“The officers don't have a strategy, but someone does.” Jungwon finished off and everyone tensed, as if waiting for him to drop the bomb on them.

Sunghoon hummed. “That intern. Y/n.”

“Gosh, she's fucking persistent,” Heeseung muttered, the sound of your name almost grating on his nerves like a sharp knife.

“It's like she is waiting for something,” Jake suggested from his gut feeling. Jungwon nodded.

“I don't know what strategy she has, but if we're going to build our own army and spread our legacy, our venom, then we need to be ready. We can't let her outsmart us. She needs to know her place,” Jungwon declared, looking each of them in the eye as the same idea turned and twisted in their gazes, darkening into something violent. Something akin to a promise.

Riki smirked. “What is on your mind, hyung?”

Jungwon leaned back against the wall, arms crossed.

“Listen closely.”

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“Why are they targeting you?”

Taehyun was currently standing before you, unwrapping a bandage and some tape to replace the old ones at your bite wound. The lab was filled with the same machinery, the hum of the AC, and some secret conversations.

Jungwon was in the other room, but you knew he could walk into the one you were sitting in and scrutinise. He didn't say much when he escorted you down, and honestly, the anxiety never left your body. Like it knew he wasn't done. That he was simmering deep down, and your body could see through the silence.

“I don't know.” You sighed softly, pulling your hair to the side so he could peel off the old, bloodied one. It stung when he did, your skin tightening with pain and you tensed. Rubbing your shoulder, he shushed you, sympathetic.

“It's going to sting. Sorry.”

“It's fine. But, Tae…”

Taehyun halted slightly, but you gestured for him to come closer. As he did, he masked it with the fact he had to encircle the bandage around your neck.

“I have… a plan. We need that… ‘AVenom’ in two days.” Your gaze met his confused ones.

“Specific,” he replied softly, rolling the path of the bandage once more.

And there, you told him the plan. All of it but with a few code names here and there. When he finished putting the bandage and plaster over your neck, he let out a shaky breath, as if overwhelmed with your ambitious plan, and stepped back.

“Y/n, you sound insane…” he began, making you frown. “... but I trust you. If you say it will work… then fine.”

Then, a small smile graced your lips and made his heart flip. He stepped away, cleaning up the first aid medical kit when Jungwon stood at the doorway, examining your relaxed features and hearing the steady heartbeat. Again. He was suspicious.

That was why when he chained you up in that damn, lonely prison room, he stayed. He tightened the cuffs at your wrist, hand lingering like he wanted to dig up your heartbeat and swallow it for himself. Then, he stood, crossed arms, gaze burning you as if he could melt away whatever lies you had sculpted.

Unnerving as it was, you stiffly sat there and wondered what he wanted, but also when would he leave? Suppressing the panic from jumping with your heartbeat, you met his gaze, and he tilted his head.

“How is the venom coming along?” He asked too calmly, setting you on edge. Pulling at all the previous fake threads, you spoke.

“The seniors said it's going okay.”

“I want to test whatever samples you have on the humans. I saw something blue,” he said, demanding it, even. And that made you snap your eyes up at him because those samples you were creating were the antivenom. Not whatever he wanted from you. And those were strictly for the vampires, a death wish in a vial. Jungwon scanned the apprehension brewing in your eyes and uncrossed his arms.

“It's… nearly ready, but not yet.”

“I'm getting impatient, Intern Song. When will it be ready—”

“Gosh, I don't know!”

Jungwon leaned down towards you with a sharp, crimson dart. “Why? Are you not creating it?”

“I am! The team are. Just give it a few days,” you snapped at him.

“I need it now, Y/n. When will it be ready? How many days—?!”

“Two days… just… something like that,” you uttered. The regret flagged up like a flash in an instant, realising how quickly your restraint had cracked at the edges even if it was a little. At that, a silence radiated from him, like all that sharpness had mellowed into something knowing. Your agitation felt suffocating, the type to make you squirm. Jungwon took a menacing step closer, secret realisation flickering into another big flame.

“Okay. Two days…”

“Please leave,” you whispered, eyes fluttering up to him and his stare. It didn't comfort you when the hunger coiled in his gaze, as if it had been there for a while and it had shown itself from the shadows. So subtle but heavy, but enough to press your voice into your own throat.

Your breath hitched in utter anxiety. “Jungwon?”

“You know, I want to believe you. I really do.”

“What are you—”

Jungwon tipped your chin up with a harsh hand, shutting you up. “There is just so much I can hold back. But if you are telling the truth, I won't hurt you too much.”

In an instant, you shoved his hand away from you, horror filling your lungs like cement. He narrowed his gaze.

“Don't. You're not biting me again. You're not fucking biting me—”

“I'm a simple creature, Y/n. I need blood. And patience. And you're giving me none.” Jungwon's hand slipped to your neck, feathering over your jaw in caution. But even then, you repelled yourself from the danger that was his hand. He didn't appreciate it and gripped your jaw again like the first time he had, making your nerves jump.

“You will give me the blood. Remember how I said you exhaust me? I need to be compensated.”

“I can't…” you shook your head, but he was already towering over you, caging you in his shadow and authority. Your body froze and he tilted your head up until you saw nothing but him.

“You talk too much,” he uttered. When you were about to protest again, he said, “Would you rather me bite Taehyun?”

Jungwon almost scowled at the immediate worry crashing all those thoughts in your eyes, and his fangs ached in bitterness. How he wanted to shut up those thoughts from infecting your heartbeat and words. For you to be his.

The silence said a lot.

“Exactly.”

With that, he simply tore the bandage unto threads, letting it fall from your neck and revealing the punctures in your tender skin. You shuddered, facing him in refusal. “Please…”

Ignoring your pretty pleas, his thumb brushed over the bumpy skin, drinking in your anguished whimpers, and dipped his nose there. The smell made him hum. Your heart raced, exploding into that familiar terror that made him crave more.

You.

“Just to remind you,” he whispered before placing his lips firmly on the same bite marks aching up your skull, and aligned his fangs in anticipation. Gasping sharply, your hand drove forward into his chest, but he simply pushed it down, trapping you between his legs by lifting his knee to the bench beside your thigh.

A sickening shudder whipped down your chest when he pressed a horrifyingly lingering kiss to your already-agonised neck, ignoring your squirming head. You wanted this to end, to escape whatever Hell you were trapped in.

Without a second thought, he cupped your nape and pierced his fangs into your tender skin with an unavoidable and striking hunger. You barely processed it. The pain was first. A bolt of thundering pain pounded down your neck and skull, like a small explosion had broken out again and burned all your nerves. Your shriek became broken, akin to your crumbling strength. You tried to clutch at his shirt but he simply squeezed your hand in warning as he swallowed greedily.

Your body fell limp, the agony blinding your senses as your head lolled back. He lowered you until your body draped along the bench, lips still feeding on your blood, tugging at your skin like needles. Jungwon drank like your blood was made of glass, of something sweet and grown on the finest vineyards to exist. He didn't want to stop.

A plethora of groans and cries left your chapped lips, hands sharply scratching his neck but it didn't even affect him. It was like tickling his skin with feathers. It was only easier for him to pin down your cuffed hands to the cold, metallic bench.

It all burned, the sensation of it aching up the side of your head, down your shoulder, all the way down to your side and getting rid of all your thoughts. Each breath, each inhale and sob ached, as if your ribs would collapse and press into your lungs like bricks.

For him, he didn't care. He drank in your cries, the copper decorating your blood like a present he unwrapped and was consuming. When you whimpered, he pressed the pad of his thumb on the centre of your throat and your heartbeat stuttered ten times, breath caught in your throat as you let out another strangled cry. He smiled darkly and tugged on your blood once more before departing with a derisive lick to your bruised neck.

Your eyes were closed to shut out the pain, but he was still looming over you with pride after he had sent a wealth of shivers to seize your body.

“You did well,” Jungwon murmured, his nose dipping into your cheek to savour you. He glanced down to your exhausted face, eyes closed, lips parted to suck in as much air as you could, and head lolled to the side. Sleep called you, pulling you in with the promise to get rid of the pain, even if for a little bit.

“Sleep.”

As if you had heard him, you fell limp on the bench, falling into the darkness.

Jungwon simply put the bandage back on, fingers feathering over your collarbone, and left with one last, dark glance back.

Then, he was gone.

Whatever you had planned, he wasn't going to allow it to happen. It would stay a dream that you stupidly curated in your head.

He would make sure of it.

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Two days passed. Yesterday, you could barely hold your head up and ended up sleeping with your head and arm draped across the counter. Today, Jungwon's mark ached like it was locked away behind a thick door, but the bite flickered and spoke agony into your nerves like a whisper. It was another voice orbiting your head, making you want to give into the anxiety.

The thought hit you now. Fighting against Jungwon and the vampires was like you fighting people with armour without having any protection yourself.

All that apprehension finally gave light to the doubtful thoughts resurfacing like thick ice in the water. You were fighting against vampires. Supernatural beings that had witnessed more things than one, and killed too. No physical armour could be of use.

Their strength easily outweighed you and the team, there was no point denying that. So, fighting them with bare hands wasn't a path to go down. But outsmarting them was not a bad idea at all if you just conjured the correct type without their suspicions.

A plan but dangerous nonetheless.

Tonight, Namjoon and the others made fourteen antivenoms, the dark blue in vials, ready to be silent killers. You hope.

If this failed, then all your confidence would crumble into rubble. The thought sent an uneasy shudder to your heart, or it was because of your pulsing neck. It complained every hour.

Currently, the clock struck six PM, the day morphing away into the dark, evening sky, the labs silent with a few murmurs here and there. In the other room, Sunoo and Jungwon were silent. Eerily silent. But you blamed it on your nerves trying to find an excuse to be anxious about everything.

“Okay…” Soobin gathered everyone into a little circle. He held up the rack with the fourteen vials. “Each of us takes two. Once the officers cause the distraction downstairs, at least half of them will go down. Sunoo and Jungwon will stay with us, but they will be our first targets before moving onto the next ones.”

Everyone nodded. You, Taehyun, Soobin, Chaewon, Minju, Seokjin, and Namjoon took two. The extra vial stayed in your pocket. For now, you and Taehyun would go.

“If you can't hold your head up, let me do it,” Taehyun protested as he walked with you through the lab, obviously glancing at your bruised neck.

“No… I'm fine.” You smiled a little, stopping when you heard the sirens loud and clear downstairs. It blanketed the building and acted as the signal to put the plan into motion. Glancing back to Taehyun, you gave a nod, to which he returned it with newfound strength and faith in the plan, in you.

The group nodded you and him off, and there you went into the next room.

Jungwon and Sunoo weren't there, so you led the way to the halls, abandoned and quiet. The lights blinked above, death scenting the floors. Peeking out, there was another empty hallway.

“Do you think they went downstairs to deal with the distraction?” You whispered, stepping into said hallway with a perplexed Taehyun. You brought out the syringe, loading the liquid into the capped injection.

“Possibly. But I don't want to split up,” he replied with desperate eyes and worry. Worry for you and your bruised neck. As much as you appreciated the concern, the adrenaline pretty much tucked your anxiety away into a small pocket in your brain.

“We have to. It'll be quicker,” you said, already walking towards the main corridor. With no choice, he followed you to the hallway with different, winding hallways and the stairs. Once at the railings, you nodded to him.

“Good luck.” You blinked at him. Taehyun pursed his lips, as if preparing himself, and nodded.

“You too.”

He went left, you went right, going down the stairs slowly. The lights were off down here, the dim emergency lights barely lighting the ceiling. It freaked you out but gosh, you couldn't afford the nerves right now. Not when this is what you have had three bites for. For your mother, too. Her work, her life—they were worth fighting for, even if her voice ceased to exist.

Taking a deep breath, you faced the darkened hallway head on, the sirens wailing nearby like an endless knell, as if they knew tonight was final, an end.

You walked. Your shoes barely made a sound, sticking to the wall as a guide to help yourself, anxiety leaking like rain through a roof you thought would protect you. The walls ran with violent shadows, swallowing the walls as you walked on. Upon the next door, you peeked into the glass.

Red and blue lights blared through the windows, the next hallway empty. Good enough. They must be gathered somewhere near the entrance. You have to at least find one of the vampires.

Hauling the door open, you slowly walked among the alarming lights, each one coiling your chest into tight anticipation. It stretched beyond your stomach, curling around your gut. At the next one, you peeked around the broken hinges to see a figure, back to you, dark hair and similar clothing to Heeseung. He wasn't looking at you, but his masked face was directed towards the next winding hallway, almost monitoring.

Anger twisted in your chest at the sight of him—no, the mere thought of the vampires binded you with a rushing, wild rage set to destroy them. They barged into your life, surrounding you with so much death, that it almost felt normal. You suppose it's normal for them to hold hands with death and let it take away their leftovers.

Gripping the syringe even more, you stepped into the same hallway, eyes focused like he had a target drawn on his back. Everything else faded away as Heeseung became the focal point, all your accumulated frustration ready to hit him like an arrow.

He didn't turn when you approached with a small distance between you and him. You didn't care.

Taking off the cap, you stabbed his nape with the antivenom, injecting it swiftly as he groaned, falling forward and making his mask fall to the floor. He groaned again, but it didn't sound like Heeseung. In fact, this dude had shorter hair, black veins protruding his skin like it didn't belong there.

Cold horror crept up your chest, each one digging into your lungs. When you turned the dude around with a shove, it wasn't Heeseung.

It was a random man, probably a bitten officer, and he looked horrified, confused.

Bewildered, you stepped back. None of the officers were supposed to be injected and you did just that. He groaned, eyes shutting as he crumbled to his knees, clutching his neck.

“N-no, oh no, you're not one o-of them—”

“No, he isn't, is he?” Heeseung said behind you, and when you whipped your head around, there he was, looming over you with murderous intent swarming his scarlet eyes.

Before you could react, he slammed you back against the wall, fingers wrapped around your throat, right on your bite mark. You let out a choked scream, hands clawing at him and his wrist. It wasn't enough to leave you without air, but enough to express the power over you. That he knew your life was a petal he could crush in his palm.

Heeseung leaned in, a ghost of a smirk on his face, mocking you. “You think you were smart, didn't you?”

You struggled, nails digging into his very hand that was around your throat, but you met his gaze head on. A brief flicker down to your frantic fingers, and he scoffed, tightening his grip, the anger now polluting his gaze.

“Maybe if you follow orders, it will be easier for Jungwon to turn you.” He let his fangs glint, and your heartbeat stuttered when he leaned into your cheek.

You had to think. But all you could think was run. Just run. Escape.

As he leaned in, your knee shot up into his groin and he doubled over, grunting in pain. You took the chance to shove him off and ran down the darkened hallway. A snarl escaped him as he swiftly followed, your figure reaching the other set of double doors, bursting through them like there was safety on the other side. Your stamina dried a little. This wasn't a part of the plan. And that scared you.

The next hallway had some weary officers, hunched and hollow at the end of it, and when they saw Heeseung chase after you, it was like an invisible command.

They staggered towards you.

Panic swept at your feet like a tide, and you had to force your legs to function as you took a sharp left into a random room, pushing the door. It was a random office, desks abandoned with papers and notes. Your heartbeat slammed as Heeseung and those two officers stormed in, and you grabbed the spinning chair, and launched it towards him.

It hit him square in the stomach, nearly tumbling over. A small success, and you set off again down the mazes of desks and cubicles, running off to the other exit. You practically felt Heeseung's frustration and rage radiate into you like it was a physical thing. As if you were about to be hit with a tsunami.

No time. You opened up the door, breathless, and you rushed into the next room, some type of meeting room, but quickly maneuvered your way to the other side, hauling the door open.

The hallway on your left had more people, some of them in chaos and you had no idea if it was a safe choice to go down that way. If you went right, you could go back and find Taehyun and get to the rooftop. Except, where were the others and were they more successful in getting the vampires or not?

Gosh, you hoped so. If this didn't work, you didn't know what fate held for you.

Discreetly, you took the right, getting away from Heeseung and whatever mayhem was down there. You ignored the ache in your neck, ignored your shaky feet, and slammed it down the corridor and through the darkness. You were breathless when you reached the stairs only to see a figure standing there in the light.

At first, his features weren't discernable. He was taller, short hair, and when he turned, that wretched bat with barbed wire was there in his hold.

Riki.

Your breath stuttered, and you took a step back, feeling your composure crumble.

He didn't let you.

Riki lunged down the stairs, striking the bat near your torso. It hit the wall instead but you felt the air of it hitting you, enough to shake your heart. He smirked.

“Nice try,” he muttered before he raised the bat again to its peak and brought it down. With a choked yellow, you threw yourself to the side, bumping into the stairwell, and heard the sickening thud against the wall. He rolled his neck, darkness bleeding into his gaze and into that damn smirk.

That wasn't good. You ran. Not up the stairs, but down the other hallway that cowered in the shadows. Riki let out a scoff and followed, legs taking longer strides to get to you.

You ran, pushing yourself harder as you reached another set of double doors, thoughts colliding, burning.

His heavy footsteps sounded like the gait of a puma, hunting you down. You tried not to become disheartened, but you felt the plan sinking into the deepest depths, somewhere away from you.

As you reached it, the door opened before you could and you couldn't stop yourself as you slammed into Sunghoon, his tall self lurking with coldness, scarlet eyes locking onto yours.

Panic strung into a tight, hasty knot, making it so hard to breathe and process. Then, a crack to your ribs stumbled you off your feet, forcing you to the wall as pain exploded into a slow, jagged burn. You cried out, breaths hitching as Riki retracted the barbed bat, a malignant smile gracing his lips. Sunghoon gracefully joined and both of them hovered over you like a storm contained in dark, gloomy clouds.

They didn't wear their masks.

This was their plan. To trick you and the others into chasing your own tails and humiliating you. You shakily breathed, eyes shifting between the two.

You were fucked. So inevitably fucked.

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“Look who decided to join in.” Jungwon grinned mockingly as he held the dormant chainsaw, observing how Sunghoon shoved you into the lab tables until you trembled and bit your lip to contain your groan.

Sunghoon and Riki had easily crushed your plan. When you tried to fight them off, Riki simply raised his bat like a quiet threat, and there was no choice but to follow. And now, your heart dropped as everyone was gathered with faces displaying the epitome of fear.

They failed.

Taehyun had a large bruise on his jaw, so did Seokjin. The same anxiety pressed into your ribs, and you wanted to sink to the floor and scream.

Jungwon slammed the chainsaw down in front of you, smiling when he saw you flinch. No, he wasn't happy. He was pleased about the useless plan, that it collapsed on its legs before it could even run.

Stepping back, he simply followed with an unmoving smirk that sent your stomach prickling with thorns. “I-I can explain—”

“Good. Then… maybe, I can consider whether to go easy on you or not,” he cut you off, stepping towards you once more as you backed into the other set of counters with panic fluttering in your heartbeat. All seven of them were here, blending with the shadows. No… they were the shadows.

And Jungwon was the largest one with scarlet death making home in his eyes.

“I-I…”

What even was there to explain? At face value, no fabric of excuse could be stitched, no matter how colourful you made it or how many sequins you adorned it with, there was nothing to lie about. Jungwon just wanted you to state your failure out loud in a power play where he was coming out on top. To shove that humiliation right back at you. It was your fault. All of it. You had the bizarre plan, gave it rusty wheels and it all crashed.

Trembling, you felt Jungwon step closer, his shoes coming into view, trapping you in his oppressive bubble. He leaned in wickedly. “Speechless, right?”

When you didn't reply, he turned to Sunoo who was scanning his hacksaw for any meagre dust over the metal thorns, but when they met eyes, he got the message. You watched in bewilderment as he moved to the scientists, almost slower than necessary, like he was taunting them with false kindness. In a panic, you went to step forward but Jungwon's arm shot out, a steel bar against your torso.

“No. You've done enough, Intern,” he said too calmly, setting your composure on fire. You clawed at his arm, fighting to lower it.

“Don't—”

In a snap, Jungwon gripped your nape with a sharp and silent remark, turning your head so that you had nowhere to look but the warning written within. Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering with apprehension.

“I said, no. Do you understand what that means, Y/n?” He tilted his head, almost challenging you. This time, you didn't speak.

Sunoo took that chance and approached Soobin despite him being taller. Terror prickled Soobin as he took a trembling step back, almost confused at the same time. It didn't distract the vampire as he dragged the hacksaw along the counter tops. The group parted and repelled until Soobin stood there, sole.

This can't be happening. This was your fault. All of it. You were the stupid one that forged the plan, not Soobin. Not any of them. The guilt came quick, like bile before you could stop it, and you struggled again, refusing to let this pass. You can't be the one watching again. The grip on your nape became crushing until the wound on your neck thundered with the familiar prickles and warning. Jungwon didn't care, and kept you staring.

With a chilling smile, Sunoo glimpsed Jungwon for some type of verbal message and then gazed at Soobin with bloodlust, like he was already deciphering what his blood would taste like.

“W-wait—” Soobin tried to say but Sunoo moved like the wind. One second, he was standing a few feet away, and in the next, flesh was torn and Soobin clutched his bleeding neck, a choked scream falling from his parted lips. Everyone staggered back in shock, and you froze, eyes wide and frozen as he crumbled to his knees, gurgling in pain. With a morbid thud, he laid on his face, blood pooling the floor as the life floated from his body.

It pulled you away, and suddenly, you were staring at your mother, falling into death just like that. No one said a word.

And then, you let out a shaky breath, snapping your gaze to Jungwon in rage. You pushed at his chest, hopeless. “He didn't do anything! It was me!”

“I know it was you,” Jungwon scoffed, letting go of your nape to catch your frantic hands to his chest. “You're not off the hook either. But, hurting you isn't enough.”

The other six snickered behind him. Sunoo wiped the hacksaw with his sleeve with precision, pleased with himself. “Please let me have one more.”

Jay scoffed, wrapping the chain of his bludgeon around his knuckles like a prize. “Sunoo, you're growing spoiled.”

“Not true,” Sunoo remarked, glaring at the elder one that simply sauntered over, randomly letting his eyes glaze over Chaewon. She stood frozen, practically rooted to the ground from terror and disbelief. You couldn't let this happen.

Yanking aggressively on Jungwon's grip, you desperately faced him again. “Tell him to stop!”

A look of mock contemplation flashed over his eyes and then twisted into a black hole of pure evil and shadows. He liked sucking all that hopeful light out of you. Just to taunt you, he leaned down to meet your restless eyes.

“Why should I? I mean, you're not one for listening either. So why should I do the same?”

“This was all me! It was all me!” You yelled at him, slamming your trapped fists against him as Jay approached Chaewon, cocking the spiky weapon side-to-side, testing how much death he could inflict in one go.

It was no use. When Chaewon tried to run, Jay struck the bludgeon right into the base of her skull, the crack so dull but clear that it felt like a crevice had been ruptured right within your sternum. It felt like metal and stone. Like steel had split you in half. Your breath fell short.

A scream tore from her throat, body hitting the floor. The others stood in an icy sea of fear, unable to move their limbs, afraid that they were next. You struggled even more and Jungwon tightened his grasp until it felt like your wrists would snap. A quiet groan left your lips.

“No more of that,” Jungwon said darkly, leaning over you, eyeing your neck as his next goal. A shudder broke through your spine. “As promised…”

Like a preying snake, his hand curled beside your neck, moving your messed hair to the side, revealing the clumsy bandage. “I will turn you. You will become a monster. Just a consequence of your… disobedience.”

“W-wait—” you tried to breathe but his hand then slid and curled around your locks, forcing a breathless cry to escape you. He looked sick of it now. All that playful malice was now hollow.

“Shut it.” Jungwon tilted his head, eyes straying to your neck, almost sensing the flutters within your neck. Your pulse basically became ragged, unstable, and he was addicted.

Taehyun clenched his fists, breaths heavy with rage and an urge to kill them all. To kill those vampires with his bare hands. It simmered, reaching his hands, and he twitched, unable to hold back. With pure anger, Taehyun lunged at Jungwon, fist swung back only for a metal and barbed bat to smack into his stomach.

Pain sprung in his skin as he doubled over onto his knees, groaning in exasperation. Even then, he met your gaze, searching for any type of hidden plan, but you had raw, unfiltered panic sparking in them. It couldn't end like this.

Jungwon snorted, still holding your locks like they were his but his eyes fixated on the boy on his knees.

Riki scoffed too, caressing his bat with power. “Bad choice.”

“Horrible, even,” Jungwon added, letting go of you only to swipe his leg into the boy's face with such precision, that he fell onto his side, agony pulsing up his cheek. He was sure there was blood on his tongue. You gasped, cupping your mouth in horror.

It needed to end. You needed to do something. Gosh, any type of exit, you needed it. Somehow, you needed to carve something out of a dead end with bare nails. Except all these dead ends had death traps in place.

It was impossible. You lost.

In all that determination you once harboured, tears arose over your defenses, and you wanted to crumble.

Turning back to your rigid figure against the counter, Jungwon hauled you in by your upper arm, lips elegantly hovering over the bandage. Cringing away, he simply chuckled and it was wrapped in hostility that he wanted you to hear. With his other hand, he peeled off the bandage, almost sighing in satisfaction at the dried blood lingering at your skin.

“You tried…” he whispered, speaking taunts into your ears as you quivered. “But it wasn't enough.”

For a moment, you believed it because you genuinely felt all that hope wither. Right there, you wished to let your mind fade into a numb fade.

Because it was over.

As if he heard your own despondency, he leaned in to seal the promise. Taehyun tried to lift himself but Riki placed a spiteful foot over his sore ribs, making him fall limp again.

Some horrific part of you didn't fight. It gave in under the weight of his violence and your own failure. You were suffocating under the rubble. Jungwon relished it.

Just as his fangs glinted, a sudden explosion rang outside the labs, smoke fogging the air, footsteps and loud voices yelling in routine and commands. The impact of it shook the vampires, some stumbling. Jungwon lurched away from you, snapping his gaze along with the others to the hallway.

Confused yourself, you squinted to see soldiers swarm in through the smoke, yelling orders, guns raised at the vampires, who all spared a knowing glance to each other.

Jungwon clicked his tongue, but it was absent of amusement. The other vampires shifted and that stillness collapsed within a second. Bullets went flying, the vampires began their dance of defence and you threw yourself next to a heaving Taehyun clutching his aching ribs on the floor.

“You plan this?” He sputtered breathlessly.

“No.” You shook your head, helping him crawl to where the other scientists ducked behind the counters. Blood quickly stained the air, screams tore through the lab.

It took everything in you not to turn and look at Chaewon and Soobin bathed in their own blood. Instead, you faced the others. “W-we need to get to the roof.”

Namjoon gulped hard, taking charge as he pointed to the exit on the far side of the room. The emergency exit glowed a hopeful and guiding green, making everyone stumble over their knees in a frenzy.

You went last. It may be because you created the plan, the one that just failed. To make up for the loss, you needed to make sure that everyone made it out of this icy ocean without drowning anymore. That blunt determination sharpened into a blade, ready to carve out another escape.

Just as you followed, an armoured soldier collided onto the floor beside you, gun clattering away as you flinched. Jay stormed over, clutching the man in the throat and you didn't look. The crack was enough to know what fate he had met. Frantic, you hoisted yourself up by the wall only for a sharp grasp to dig into your calf like a trap meant for you.

You cried out as Jay tugged you back and sent you stumbling to your knees. Those crimson eyes glowed with a new, wildfire of anger, and your heartbeat slammed so hard, that your ribs barely held it in.

The gun laid there among the chaos, and you saw the chance woven in it. With a hasty swipe, and with zero knowledge of how to use one, you flipped onto your back, held the large gun and tried to mimic what you had seen before, and let the bullet fly.

The ricochet was outstanding: it felt like the gun forced you deeper into the cold floor, but it didn't matter now. You shot Jay in the torso, and a muted crimson flowed over his shirt.

Jay growled, limbs trembling in shock and anger, mixing together dangerously. His hands curled over the spot, almost weighed by pain and uncertainty.

There was no time to dwell. You lifted yourself with the gun and ran to the exit where Namjoon was holding the door open with urgency.

“Let's go!” He yelled as he slammed the door shut behind you. Together, you ran down the hallway to the stairwell where the others had already travelled up a few flights, footsteps chaotic and hurried.

You took the first few steps, and then, the familiar metallic roar crushed the sounds of gunshots, as if it was declaring its new quest to satisfy its hunger. You didn't need to look back to know that Jungwon was mad and now, only death awaited you.

The door below smashed open, and four pairs of footsteps marched up the stairs.

“Get her the fuck back to me!” Jungwon barked at them over the screech of his weapon before he took the stairs two at a time. From below, he saw you rushing up with that other man, and he snapped.

He moved like a shadow, so smooth and effortlessly, that you didn't even know when he was inches behind with Sunoo, Heeseung, and Sunghoon, rage spiralling in him like a blitz of bombs.

You pushed yourself, climbing for dear life when Jungwon smashed the moving blade where your foot was supposed to be, but you saved yourself by a few centimetres, torso tumbling onto the stairs with a grunt from the sheer terror weighing your chest like iron.

Shit. Too close. Way too close.

“Once you're mine, I'll torture you with the same monstrosity you fear” Jungwon declared as you stumbled up. He swung the chainsaw back, readying another blow.

In that moment, everything flashed before your eyes, your chest felt shot with an invisible blade of fear as Jungwon began to swing it down again. You should've moved. But adrenaline wasn't on your side in the slightest.

Before he could make contact, Namjoon yelled, and hurled his body atop Jungwon until it was a blend of bodies falling down the sharp edges of the stairs. Jungwon briefly dropped his chainsaw. The other vampires stared in brief alarm, but the violence bled in once more as they stiffened.

“Dr. Kim!” You yelled but he shook his head through his pained groans, trying to lift his torso. He met your gaze for whatever short moment, letting you know with that silent but soft gaze that he believed in you. But he wasn't going to be there with you. Your breaths were shaky, another deep crevice rupturing your hope, but you had to do this.

For him. For everyone.

You ran up the stairs again, gun lodged between your hip and arm, lungs contracting sharply as if it would give way to your panic. A pained yell ached from the floor you left Namjoon on, and you had to bury it all down.

Then, the inevitable sound of mechanical whirring and fluttering metal wings caught back all that optimism in a net. The sound nearly popped your eardrums, suffusing into your brain like a signal you were desperate to reach. Ignoring the anxiety, you climbed the stairs, towards the rooftop.

Along with the helicopter, Jungwon's weapon roared closer again, and you internally groaned. He was crazily persistent. Damn him and his vampire tendencies. His stamina was damn well strong as a stone wall.

“Y/n!” He bellowed again from below, slithering up the steps with Sunghoon, steps thumping violently. It only fueled your steps as you ignored the fatigue sinking into your legs, and climbed the stairs.

Suddenly, Sunghoon took three at a time and yanked the back of your shirt, making you cry out again. With a sharp twist, you struck the gun to his face with force, watching him grunt loudly and lose his step on the stairs. Sunghoon fell with the gun, limbs fighting the pain as he tried to lift himself once hitting the last one, limbs slightly trembling.

It didn't matter anymore because Jungwon was his follow up, and that was enough to charge your sprint up the stairs.

The rooftop was so close, so damn close—

A hand clamped down on your ankle and you cried out again to see Jungwon being responsible with his chainsaw in the other. Both you and him were panting slightly, gaze meeting in an icy battle of wills.

“You're not getting away,” he uttered so darkly, the shadows now tainting his tongue. Swallowing hard, you tried to tug back your leg but his hand was a chain. Anxiety plunged into your stomach.

“Even if I don't… the others will.” You met his gaze again, voice breathy with exhaustion, sweat arising on the crown of your head. The chainsaw came to a stop for a moment, hand still hovering by the switch.

“Such confidence…” he purred, deepening his gaze to yours. But to you, it wasn't just confidence. After thinking about this in your mini marathon up the stairs, you were glad that the others were up there, safe in the skies rather than in the bloodshed down here. It wasn't just confidence, but also courage. Something that didn't break despite all the hits and literal bites. So, this asshole wasn't going to stop you now.

“I'm glad you admit it.” You launched your right foot at his throat, relishing in the agonised grunt as he fell and tumbled down the stairs again, chainsaw fumbling down in a rocky manner. Wasting no time, you lifted yourself before Jungwon could get up.

But then what? It would only be a matter of time before he got onto the roof and made sure he saw the end of his plan. In your pocket, you felt the jostle of the antivenom safely enclosed in the syringe as you ran. All your thoughts worked overtime, entangling into a huge web of thoughts.

Jungwon was too strong to overpower, let alone injecting him in the neck. As you reached the doorway to the rooftop, the whirr of the helicopter washed over you in frequent waves. Safety was there.

Shaky, you took out the syringe of blue, staring in contemplation, in conflict. He always managed to predict your moves. This time, you're going to outsmart him.

No matter what.

Footsteps approached again. Jungwon was done. His patience had run dry. There was nothing there to ease the igniting rage sparking inside him and setting his nerves alight.

He had to admire your endless attempts at beating him but alas, he was faster, smarter, and undeniably built for the hunt. You just happened to be the most challenging.

The chainsaw was a hassle. He left it and flew up the remaining steps to see you at the doorway, breathless and thinking. When you heard his footsteps, you staggered outside, wind carding through your hair, the helicopter's light shining down randomly. And whilst the first one went away, the second remained with Taehyun helping Moka up.

You had to distract Jungwon long enough for Taehyun to go on the clumsy ladder too.

So, with a quivering breath, you turned only for him to backhand you so hard that your knees lost balance to the ground. Groaning, you touched your cheek, and met the evil shadowing over you. Jungwon, in all the mess, stood there with blonde locks swaying wildly in the wind, eyes a crimson river of stolen blood, and a frown lingering in anger.

Even then, you told yourself this was going to plan. Maybe, you're not so scared anymore.

“You know…” he began above the mechanical flutters, lowering his knees to either side of you. “You have agitated me. A lot.”

Trying to crawl away, he stopped you with a harsh hand handling your jaw, pinning you back onto the roof ground. It was tight, and you had to fight all your anxiety bubbling in your blood. Your shaky hands enclosed his wrist but it didn't stop him.

“But, I have to admire your spirit,” he uttered, leaning over you like a menacing storm brewing in the sky. He smirked a little, tightening the grip on your throat until your pulse rampaged in alarm, eyes shutting in a way to cope.

“I have never met a human like you. So… persistent, so eager to win over me,” he said with a breathless chuckle, as if he couldn't believe he could be bested by someone so human. Your body twitched in alarm and the lack of air.

“But guess what?” Jungwon released your neck, making you gasp for air, chest heaving only for his lips to personally graze your ear. “You can't win. You can't avoid me. And now, I will take the greatest pleasure of turning you. As I promised.”

Strangely enough, your struggles faded and mellowed, and Jungwon smirked against your neck. He won.

Wasting no time, he sunk his fangs in, drinking in the exhausted whimper and the blood for a few seconds, remembering why he was so addicted. It fueled him. Not just the blood—but the power he had proven once again, using it against you and caging you in it.

Once satisfied with the feed, he let the venom slip into your skin, falling away into your blood like a curse to seize your body before pulling away. Except, it was strange.

Instead of tears, like he had expected, you stared knowingly, as if you had locked something away from him. It was unusual. He was never locked away from anything but there you were, limp, but with a gaze of stone.

Quirking an eyebrow, Jungwon met your unyielding gaze. “What is with your stare?”

A breathless chuckle left your lips, almost pained in the deeper layers, but it confused him.

“Are you… sure y-you still won…?” You croaked but he heard it. That bewildered him even more.

“What?”

With a trembling hand, you had secretly retrieved something from your pocket and held it before him. A syringe. An empty syringe. For the first time, iciness glazed over him and you loved the chill in all that smugness.

“Do you know… what was in here…?” You uttered through the layers of agony storming in your body. It hurt so much. It did. Your blood felt like fire, every breath was breaking, convulsing in panic when it left your lungs.

“What the fuck did you do—?”

“It was an antivenom.” You faced his rocky gaze, the crimson on them remaining but you saw the scepticism. And maybe a drop of apprehension. Something so foreign on his features but you loved every bit of it. “And I put it in my blood.”

Jungwon screwed his eyes shut for a moment then snapped them open, staring down at your skin losing colour the more the seconds went by, hands fueled with unhinged tremors. You weren't bluffing. In disbelief, he leaned closer.

“You stupid human, you just killed yourself,” he murmured, blinking profusely as if his thoughts were struggling to process that fact. A hard pill to swallow.

At his comment, you forced your eyes open and lifted your lips into a derisive smile, mirroring what he had done to you. “I know. But guess what?”

You lifted your head to pin his incredulous gaze. “You just killed yourself, too.”

Then, Jungwon felt it. A trail of fire igniting in his veins, his throat until he had the urge to claw out his own neck just for a moment of respite, and his limbs were being threaded with fatigue and pain blended into one. As if the antivenom had created a new fabric of him, and this one was terribly weaker.

Doubling over slightly, you took the chance to stare at the helicopter and the lights travelling on the roof, almost imagining yourself on one of them. But if your fate ended here, then so be it. You did what you wanted. You just weren't going to be a part of the new picture.

And that was fine.

As your eyelids fell heavy, a brown blob of hair appeared above you in a hasty second, pushing off Jungwon and instantly hauling you into his arms.

“—Y/n? Can you hear me?!” Taehyun yelled all while he steadied you on your noodle feet, one of your arms thrown around his nape. He moved forward, panting and you ripped away the exhaustion to spot the limp ladder that hung off the helicopter.

“Climb. Please, climb. You can rest after!” He held your waist and helped you to grip the first bar.

He was trying to save you. Even after you messed up so many times. You wanted to thank him, but your throat felt like it was drying with just a breath. For now, you took a trembling step up, and Taehyun did so after until he stood with you on the bar below, arms caging you to whatever futile safety he could.

As soon as he shouted up, the helicopter ascended, the mechanical flutters changing tune as you swayed, watching the vehicle approach the edge of the rooftop.

You never thought you would miss trees, the smell of grass and the polluted night air, but breathing it in with whatever cells were surviving, you didn't want another memory. Shakily breathing, you thought you had reached the air of safety until the ladder aggressively lurched and jostled below.

Letting out a disgruntled sound, you and Taehyun glanced below to see a manic Jungwon, veins black and visible on his neck and jaw, blonde hair a mess and his eyes were arrows that found yours in a perfect target.

“Fuck.” You murmured to no one but yourself. Taehyun had the same exact thought and tensed with you. It didn't stop Jungwon as he fought through every painful grit in his joints and climbed as the helicopter floated above the expanse of forest down below.

Danger and pure hunger bled into his eyes as he climbed up one more and snagged Taehyun by the foot, tugging. He screamed, catching the attention of the soldiers safely inside the flying vehicle.

“You can't escape me,” Jungwon snarled, making your eyes meet his and a shiver crossed your spine as you gripped Taehyun. Every kick to Jungwon's hand added to the fire, and he climbed up one more step, gripping yours instead.

It was enough for your knees to buckle and falter and your heart dropped as the forest below became a height striking fear at your heart. You grunted, trying to tug your ankle back but Jungwon's anger washed over him and he pulled until you lost all grip on the ladder. You shrieked and Taehyun's exasperated protest filled the whirring air, and within a tense second, he snatched your wrist with everything he had, even if he bruised you.

You were dangling.

You couldn't think. Everything was too loud, your neck ached, and your body shook under the effects of the antivenom. Despite all that, you managed to look at Taehyun, vision blurring but with desperation, your other hand weakly holding his.

“Don't… don't let go,” he said, and you groaned quietly when Jungwon tugged your leg again, practically making you sway from Taehyun's hand. One wrong slip and you would fall to your death.

And you didn't want that. Maybe you want to live. To return to your father who was probably drowning with worry and sorrow. Your mother was gone. But you—you couldn't let yourself become lost like her.

The helicopter whirred, radios buzzed but you ignored them and focused on the vampire clawing at your leg. Gathering all the little specks of your strength, you kicked at his hand, scraping your shoes at his knuckles until he grunted.

Another snarl left him at your audacity and he tilted his head back, breathing heavily, obviously fighting the antivenom in his own way. Even then, he met your gaze as you launched your foot again and again at his hand, the wind making it hard to concentrate. When you met his crimson ones, he purposely held it.

“You may have won for now. But, I promise you that I will return. It takes more to kill a vampire,” he said with a promise weaving in his gaze, a present that you never wanted. Despite your disgust, he managed to smirk before a bullet shot through the air and sliced into Jungwon's chest.

The impact sent him jolting, your ankle freed as he let go and the next thing you knew, Jungwon was diving towards the trees and he disappeared into the darkness.

He was gone. You hoped death had made his body a home to settle its roots into.

Taehyun held you strong, muscles straining as the officers began to haul the ladder in until the wind stopped striking you, and until you tumbled into the helicopter's interior.

All your thoughts intertwined and tangled into knots, something you were unable to decipher. The antivenom was quick to render you a simple trembling body.

Panicked, Taehyun cradled you to his chest, removing the hair from your colourless face. “We've done it… you did it.”

Hearing those words over the silent agony drowning you still sent relief, a quick balm to a crumbling wound.

The plan actually worked. You couldn't even think past that. And so, with that in mind, you finally gave into the familiar darkness.

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Everything was so still. Soft, even. The rhythmic beeps rung through your ears, head suspended on something plush and you felt light. All that stress? It felt like it had been lifted off you, the anchor had been broken. You were free of it.

The darkness was nice for a while. No vampires, no death, just a void your body floated within and nothing could hurt you here. Except, after a while, you realised that there was more than that.

The last thing you remembered was Taehyun. How he saved you from dying—

You weren't dead. and that was surprising.

Peeling open your eyes, the darkness splintered away to a warm light and tinges of antiseptic pinching your nose. Your breaths felt mechanical, loud and supported.

The room you were in was plain, machines set up with glowing lines aligning with your heartbeat, each exhale fogging up the plastic latched over your mouth and nose, and tubes connecting to a blood supply. Taehyun sat with a hung head, mouth sunk into his knuckles.

You twitched at the familiar sight of the hospital. Not Facility 007. But it was actually somewhere with civilization. The relief bloomed in your chest like a fresh batch of flowers. You were safe.

At your fluttering eyes, Taehyun pounced onto his feet and to your side, hands hovering like he didn't know what to do with you. It was quite adorable if you thought about it.

“Gosh, Y/n, you're awake. I'm so glad. I thought you…” he didn't finish that despondent sentence and instead focused on your drooping eyes stitched with fatigue. He didn't care. He just wanted to see the light in your eyes again.

Along with that, he saw the questions simmering in your silence. So, he sat down once he rolled the chair over, wondering where to pick up from. He steepled his fingers. “So… you passed out.”

That was obvious. You quirked an eyebrow and Taehyun sighed before fiddling with the blanket draped over you.

“I thought you didn't have a pulse. But you didn't. The helicopter landed straight at the hospital. And you know, we had to drain both the venom and antivenom out,” he started to say, somewhat stuck in the throes of the memory. It sounded like a nightmare and you felt like a nightmare.

“I mean, some of the venom was probably killed because you had the antivenom neutralising it. But the doctors suggested that whilst they took out the bad blood, they would transfuse blood in,” he added on with a hopeful smile.

Of course. You were nearly turned but the antivenom put a stop to the effects before it could fully invade your body, but the only problem would be saving your healthy cells. And what better way to do it than pumping the antivenom out before it eradicated everything. Despite all that realisation, the doubt lingered.

What if all the venom wasn't neutralised? What if the antivenom had killed enough cells? You suppose you would have been dead rather than locked to a bed and a breathing mask.

Taehyun sensed the enquiries and pursed his lips in contemplation.

“I know what you're thinking. Considering you're not gone, I think you will be okay. But, the venom? I hope that most of it will be drained. If anything remains, you would know,” he said again, not helping the doubt lessen. Your brows creased slightly.

“Its not the most encouraging thing. So yes, even after this, you may feel… weak from recovery. But also, if you do feel weird, we can just give you a new antivenom,” he said, trying to dull down that buzzing thought.

“They're creating a new one. More effective and safe,” he said softly, easing you into the idea, the possibility that you would have to be injected with the very thing that put you into a hospital bed. But it was also the very thing that had slain Jungwon.

You don't know about the others.

Shifting in his seat, he met your gaze with wide, hopeful eyes. “And, don't worry about the bitten ones. They're also being treated.”

At that, you blinked slowly, trying to relish the information and keep it close to you like a small flicker in the cold. Soobin, Chaewon, and your mother had died. And so many more officers and workers. The least you could do or hear was the fact that others had also been rescued from the vampires, and themselves.

He smiled at the sparkle in your eye. “Your dad is on the way.” Then, his smile faltered in a fleeting moment but you caught it, staring hard until he noticed. Sheepish, he rubbed his nape.

“The vampires. Some were found. Jay, Riki, Jake, and Sunoo were found.” He dropped his gaze solemnly. You didn't like that one bit, and your stomach coiled.

“The other three are missing.”

The other three being Jungwon, Sunghoon and Heeseung. Fuck. Oh gosh. The universe wanted you to suffer. Your body twitched slightly, as if it had a verbal allergic reaction to their names being in the same implication of ‘missing’. Because it meant that Jungwon and his older brothers would probably fight for their way back to power, control. They want that throne and they would take it and, since you fought them, gone against them, they would use you for the ground.

The heart rate monitor picked up and Taehyun gently rubbed your wrist, careful of the tape slapped on it. It was all he could do.

“Hey, hey, don't panic. The antivenom we made? It's going to be mass produced. So, you don't need to worry about the city being in danger. Public places will have them. And, they won't find you,” he said with a lulling tone, soothing you like you knew nothing more than anxiety born in your skin. “You don't need to worry.”

He said that now but what would happen if you had walked upon Jungwon again? Would he stare? Would he just attack?

Since you outsmarted him, he took that as a full offence, a true sign of your unwillingness to be under his words, of your stubbornness. Now, you feel that if they don't catch him soon, he will drag you by the feet and back into the hole of Hell he crawled from in the first place.

The monitor fluttered again, making Taehyun tut. “Y/n. Stop panicking.”

He rubbed your forearm until you took a heavy inhale and melted into the pillows again, wanting your mind constricted from the future worries. He smiled, and that's when the door opened and your father appeared, lines of worry sketched into his skin. Upon seeing you, his shoulders sagged and he rushed over, hand brushing away the hair messy on your head.

Careful, as if you were glass that had cracks on every corner. You glanced, blinking slowly as you were actually taking him in, your only parent as of now.

“Gosh, Y/n…” he whispered, broken and solemn. As much as you saw his relief, he was also mourning your mother. He didn't even get to hold her one last time, to even speak to her. You were the only fragment of her he had left.

Simply thinking of her broke down everything you held back. The emotions, the tears released like a damn rotting until it had no choice. Your breaths became shallow, eyes shutting to refrain from the waterworks but it was too late, and the beeps increased.

Your dad stroked back your hair, trapping his own tears away and wiped yours instead. As if it was the only thing he could do for you. Understandably so. You had been gone for a week. You hadn't seen him for a week. It only made it feel more real that you had returned to safety, to humanity. That maybe the venom had been drained away and never to be seen again.

All you could do was lay there and take the silence as a friend rather than a space that would simmer with anticipation. With an unknown promise of violence.

You were okay.

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TWO MONTHS.

Two months passed since you were in the hospital, given time for recovery, for your body to be normal and void of any symptoms, for you finally feel like your skin was yours to wear and wasn't tainted with blood.

Of course, the bite marks scarred deeply, two red marks deep in your skin, engraving it with a terrible memory. Hiding it was your only solution. Turtle necks and contour helped.

All the scientists that died in the Facility had a personal and intimate funeral gathering. They were all buried with one another, a reserved space that held a deeper meaning, a memory of people who served science and people.

Of course, your mother's body was laid in a coffin, but you didn't look at her face once. If the vampires sucked the blood out of her, it would be the last thing you would want to remember. She probably had looked like a shard of herself—cracked and broken into something unrecognisable.

For now, your father moved you from that part of the city and to somewhere more dense, safe, full of people so you could feel whole again. The apartment was small but big enough for you and your father. Three bedrooms, one would be an office, a modest kitchen and a table built into the wall, and a lounge where the wide windows displayed the city's starlight in the night.

He didn't want you to return to a home still lingering with your mother's presence so he physically distanced it. There was no argument there. Not when he was clearly affected by grief and remorse. Protection, too.

Over you.

As for Taehyun, he still lived nearby and his name appeared on your phone more times than you thought it would. And your heart skipped more times than scheduled but you never confronted it. You let it react in secret.

Since the antivenom had been made and distributed, all the credit came to you and the scientists that escaped. It was a little weird to see how indebted the government was to you, but if it meant having some alone time with paid money, then you saw no problem.

Besides, if you went back to a lab, you might throw up. Even thinking of the sterile environment shoved you back into a memory where the lights flickered and the blood rose from the ground like vines, and clung to your nose. As if it was a reminder that the vampires had changed your life and they were still out there.

Therapy was helpful. The blood and mental care therapy.

You had weekly sessions but honestly, you had nothing to say when the nightmares kind of faded and tucked itself into the folds of your mind and ached like a constant wound you tried to treat.

Like today. You were quiet again, staring at the windows for half of it. Your therapist, also known as Yunjin, sat there with burning eyes.

“You're quiet. Are you sure you don't want to add anything else? Anything at all?” She asked softly when you didn't look away. As if you had been searching for something. Waiting.

Then, you shook your head. “No. Is the session over?”

She gave a tight smile and nodded. “Of course. You can go. I'll see you next week, Y/n.”

The city was a gentle thrum of conversation, snow raining down and pecking your skin with a cold pinch. The evening sky was lit by fairy lights on random buildings and faded when you got into the apartment complex.

Shaking off your nerves, the elevator opened and soon, you were inside your new home where the kitchen thrived with activity and something akin to… tomato?

The door shutting behind you alerted your father as he shuffled out and smiled in relief.

“You're here. Finally. How was the session?” He asked as you took your coat off and hung it on the hook.

“Good. Normal.” You hummed, shrugging at him as you flipped your winter boots off. Then, you kissed his cheek. “Cooking?”

“Of course. No more fast food,” he said with a teasing smile that warmed your heart all the same. Returning the gratitude, you padded past him to your bedroom.

“I'll wash up.”

“Okay,” he called back. Entering your bedroom, you shut the door again and climbed onto your bed, to the window. You should wash up. Really.

But your heart tugged towards the window, as if it knew something you didn't. You couldn't even find the reason, the ends of the ribbon to unwrap whatever your body was finding.

Scanning over the rooftops, you sighed and dragged your hands down your face. Why couldn't you relax?

You suppose you should say that to Yunjin and let her dissect it with you, but something was sunk deep in your uncertainty. It wasn't exactly a feeling. Just words.

Jungwon's promise. His vow before he fell to the forest two months ago.

“You can't escape me.”

“You may have won for now. But, I promise you that I will return. It takes more to kill a vampire.”

He was so sure for someone that had consumed the antivenom. It annoyed you to no end.

But each time you had a feeling of doubt, your therapist told you to feel the environment, the warmth, and to ground yourself to where you actually were. You had to force your mind to move out the memory, no matter how frozen it felt, and tackle it back into your bedroom, to the present.

You closed your eyes, clenched your shirt and breathed. Then, you opened them, as if your heart could actually breathe and then, you glanced out the window to remind yourself you're in a new home, new starlight.

The lights were tiny, blinking, and the rooftops were dark and absent with people.

Except one.

There was a figure in the distance, the silhouette still and you couldn't tell if he was facing forward or backwards. From the build and short hair, it looked like a man. And he stood there without layers.

Squinting to get a better look past the lace curtains, the dude turned and then it pinned you. You froze.

Okay, well there were completely normal explanations for this. Maybe he was looking at the building, maybe he needed fresh air. It is normal.

You didn't look away because something in you pinched at your heart, like it was responding to the stare. The dude didn't look away either, as if he knew your figure was hidden by the flimsy netting.

Then, you saw the crimson tinge and it was gone within a second before you flinched away, breaking out of it. Just like that, your mind planted itself back in the same memory of the labs, of Jungwon. Breathless, you got off the bed, plopping onto the floor with a heaving chest, panic seizing your ribs like it personally was thwacking you with bricks.

Blood. The chainsaw motor.

It blared in your mind. It called to you, as if to remind you that you were still bound to those deaths and series of events. ‘Called’ was gentle. No. The memory of everything forced a stiff weight in your nape, almost like you had to constrict yourself into a small, breathless state.

You hugged yourself, closing into a box until your thoughts simmered down, until your lungs loosened and the knots unfastened to let your lungs breathe.

With a sharp intake of breath, you opened your eyes and the sounds of sizzling returned, the aroma of tomato paste replacing the scent of blood.

The walls of your dull bedroom came into view, and you shakily stood. This time, when you looked at the window, you pulled the curtains shut and didn't move, as if holding them shut without moving would make your quivering gaze strong enough to lock the night skyline away.

Because this was your home. This was safety. Two months ago was a fever dream.

And you weren't there anymore.

You sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing your trousers, chanting your words internally.

You escaped Facility 007.

It didn't exist anymore so neither does your anxiety.

And for some reason, you didn't believe that you left Facility 007 behind.

Maybe, it followed you.

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jealousy | y.jw

☆ ( 星星 ) … “i'm quite the jealous type." ‘ 连字符 ’ ♡ :

── ˙ ̟ ★ pairing: bf!jungwon + fem!reader ⟡ !

── ˙ ̟ ★ genre: suggestive, kissing, making out, dry humping, mild profanity, nicknames: sweetheart, baby.. (mdni!)

── ˙ ̟ ★ w.c: 1.6k

╰ a/n: we all saw that live, i'm going to shit myself he was so hot omg i need him sb. please enjoy this while i work on the other jungwon work !!

you're curled up on the bed, one leg tucked underneath you, the other dangling over the edge, leaning against the headboard, phone pressed to your ear.

your friend's voice buzzes through the speaker as she shares a hilarious event that happened once during her workplace shift, and that had you doubling over in laughter, a huge smile plastered on your face, as your giggles filled the room — the sound loud, and unguarded.

across the room, jungwon is quietly digging through his bag for something, but his ears are tuned in on you. every sound of amusement you let out, every hum of acknowledgement you make, he hears it all. he doesn't let it show, but he's attuned to all your movements.

there's something in him that tightens when your focus isn't on him, as much as how silly it looks. he doesn't like it when your attention isn't on him, doesn't like it when he has to share you. it's almost laughable. it's not that he doubts your love for him, no, never that — he knows, without a question, that you love him. he knows you'd choose him in a heartbeat. his hands finally feel the leather box, pulling it out and retrieving his glasses from inside it. he slips them on, the motion easy as he adjusts it in front of the mirror, hand running through his hair. that's when your gaze drops on him, studying his reflection in the mirror, mind going blank. you were sure your friend wouldn't be able to get any answer from you if she quizzed you about what she said that moment onwards.

the black tank top clings to his lean frame, highlighting the lines of his broad shoulders, and the way his muscles bulge out prominently when he moves. he notices, but doesn't show that he notices your blatant staring. there is a very proud smirk on his face mentally. he lowers himself next to you on the bed, scrolling through his phone, with no real intention behind it. he was giving you the chance to come to him before he loses his mind — he was waiting for you to acknowledge him.

he lifted his head once, acting like he just noticed your gawking, before returning his attention back to his phone, not before sending a wink your way. the simple gesture set your face on fire. in the embarrassment of being caught so blatantly ogling at him, you jerked your gaze away, swallowing hard and shook your head. you scrambled for your composure, before bidding a hasty good bye to your friend. she would understand, right? "yeah- no, i'll call you tomorrow. i'm getting sleepy, see?," you mustered up all your acting skills to fake a yawn, hoping she wouldn't catch the slight hitch in your voice, trying your very best to be convincing. "sleep tight, good night, love you!"

the moment you hung the call up, you heard jungwon burst out in laughter, his phone falling limp beside him, as he tried to stop the sudden outburst of mirth. you glance at him, eyebrows raised, your expression more dumbfounded than offended, "what's so funny?"

jungwon shakes his head, still chuckling, eyes crinkled in delight, despite the ugly green that poisoned his gaze only a few minutes prior. his smile deepens, sharpening just a little, the dimples on his cheek hollowing, "nothing."

you felt the gears in your brain shift, noticing his tense shoulders, the way his knees bounced with impatience, the rigidness of his jaw earlier and it all clicked in your head. you felt a smirk creep up your face as you leaned in towards him, faces a few inches apart. "won, are you jealous?"

it wasn't really a question, you already knew his answer. but where's the fun if he doesn't admit it himself? "sweetheart, you know that i'm quite the jealous type, right?", he asked, voice laced with a teasing edge to it, as his warm breath fanned your face. you blinked in faux surprise, as the smirk on your face dissolved into a small grin. "jealous, you? i didn't think you were the type to be, won." "well, then you clearly don't know me baby," jungwon laughs it off, clearly knowing that you're playing with him, so instead of putting an end to it and saying 'checkmate', he'd rather play along and let you decide. there's nothing bitter about his words, rather it sounded more fierce. you feel both his hands settle on your waist, pulling you gently until you're perched on his lap, your knees caging his hips.

"well, maybe i'm waiting for you to show just how much," you countered, voice dripping with playfulness as your own hands found their place on his broad shoulders, the exposed skin, warm and strong under your touch. his eyes were more steady now, looking at you with a newfound interest, his lips biting back a grin.

"yeah?", you didn't get enough time to sell him a reply before his lips were on yours — soft at first, like he's rememerizing the feeling of your plush lips on his. the world around you and everything in its hold fades until the only thing you know is the warmth of his mouth, and the both your breaths mingling together.

but that's short lived, as you feel the cool metal of the frames of his glasses nudging your cheek, and he pulls back just enough to grin. "hold on," he murmurs, one hand leaving your waist to slip the glasses from his face. he sets them aside on the bedside table without looking, already leaning in, his eyes clearer, now without the barriers. "better," he breathes out, admiring the way you looked, breathless and flushed.

"finally," he murmurs against your lips, short and teasing, "took you long enough, sweetheart."

you can feel your heart hammer against your chest, loud and insistent, as desire coursed through your veins. you felt his lips back on yours again, more firm as the kiss deepened.

his lips part and you feel the slow tantalizing sweep of his tongue against your lips, seeking an invitation inside. you let go, your own lips parting good bye as you felt the warm muscle of his tongue brush against yours, pulling in for a dance. it's a slow performance, his tongue holding yours close to his, full of a promise only the two of you share.

his hands tighten their grasp at your waist, thumbs pressing soft circles on your skin there. you lean in to him, hand resting on the nape of his neck, pulling him impossibly close.

a soft whimper slips from jungwon's throat — the sound raw and rough, as he lets go of your tongue, his lips trailing down to your jawline, and that makes your breath hitch.

"god you're so beautiful," he breathes against your skin, voice thick with want as he slips lower, biting lightly against your collarbone, and you throw your head back to provide him more access. his hands slide under your shirt, fingertips brushing against the bare warmth of your waist, and you instinctively shift closer towards him — and that's when you feel him. the hard outline of his bulge presses against your core, and you can't help the gasp that leaves you, "ngh, fuck, won." you hear him whine out loud, tongue lolling out, eyes squeezed shut and you swear you've never seen anything more beautiful. you roll your hips against him, slow at first, testing the waters, and a low groan vibrates in his chest. he presses his forehead to yours, eyes all glassy. "you're trying to kill me, aren't you sweetheart?" he murmurs, lips curling into a smirk, before crashing back onto yours, devouring the sudden whimper that escapes your mouth. you keep rocking your hips against him, the friction sharp even through the layers of clothing. every roll sends a jolt of heat up your spine, your thighs tightening around his hips to keep him close.

the room was silent except for the soft whimpers that spilled past both your lips amidst the kissing, messy and unrestrained. "fuck- you feel so good baby," he cuts himself off with a shaky breath, lips brushing against yours, "so good, so damn good."

you can barely think with the heat pooling in your stomach, your staggering breaths syncing with jungwon's, as the tension between the two of you builds dizzyingly quick. "you're driving me insane," he breathes out, his nose nuzzling against yours, his breath hitching every time you press down just right.

you can feel the tension in him, the way his thighs flex underneath you, and the subtle tremor in his grip. the friction is maddening, your clothed bodies pressed tightly you swear you can feel his pulse through his hard on.

jungwon grinds up into you, meeting you with equal urgency, groaning loud like he's on the edge of losing control. his lips chases behind yours again, and you give in like you always do. the kisses are more sloppier now, almost in a drunken daze, your tongues tangling in sync with the rhythm of your hips.

he bites at your lower lip, just enough to make you gasp, and uses the moment to deepen the kiss again. your fingers curl into the fabric of his tank top, hips moving on pure instinct now, sparking your climax.

jungwon's gasp breaks the kiss, his own hips faltering their pace as his own orgasm rips through him. his groan is low and drawn out, as both your movement slow down gradually as the two of your ride the last wave of pleasure. his lips press soft, lazy pecks against yours between each inhale, a boyish grin on his face that had you leaning in to kiss at his dimples.

when you pull back, jungwon giggles, "guess you do know how much," brushing his nose against yours.

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.𖥔 ݁˖── ❛❛ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ³³ : 𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩? ❞ ˖ . ݁𝜗 . ݁₊

─── ִֶָ𐀔 ❛❛ 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ❞ ₊⁺ — (𝐘.𝐉𝐖)

ִֶָ࣪☾. SYNOPSIS ₊˚⊹♡ : With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots who keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ╰┈➤𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 (comment or give an ask)

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Need to redo my pages. Feeling kms rn

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖─ ❛❛ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ³² : 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 :( ❞ ˖ . ݁𝜗

──── ִֶָ𐀔 ❛❛ 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ❞ ✧₊⁺ — (𝐘.𝐉𝐖)

ִֶָ࣪☾. SYNOPSIS. : ₊˚⊹♡ With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

╰┈➤𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 (comment or give an ask) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

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───.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❛❛ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ³¹ : 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ ˖ . ݁𝜗

──── ִֶָ𐀔 ❛❛ 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ❞ ✧₊⁺ — (𝐘.𝐉𝐖)

ִֶָ࣪☾. SYNOPSIS: ₊˚⊹♡ : With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

۶ৎ─── ╰┈➤𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 (comment or give an ask)

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YOU WERE AWKWARD AS HECK.

When Minji told you that she would be right back, she left you near a bench in Red Fountain's scarce yard. Most people were gone for holidays and some stayed here to do some extra school work before the winter holidays ended. Hence, you were at Alfea with Minji.

The cold was icy, merciless, and fleeting as you sat there next to some hydrangeas, the petals bloomed from a white into a soft blue. To you, it was incredible how these flowers withstood the winter bite and instead brought out the beauty in it too.

The flowers pulled you away for a moment when the peaceful air interjected with footsteps approaching tentatively. Careful and curious all at once. Then, you turned, unable to ignore.

Before you was Jungwon in an extra fuzzy jacket, black hair swaying in the cold breeze, his hands fiddling with star-shaped blades, replacing them into their leather covers. He glanced back at you like he was trying to make sure you were real. Which you were, of course.

You released a breath.

“I thought your brother was at home already?” He began saying, his voice dipping with something deeper than you could recognise. You didn't question it.

Nodding to him, you shifted on the bench. “He is. I'm here because Minji's brother has some supplies for my potion project.”

“Oh, yes. Leerae told me.” He sat down at an appropriate distance, somehow staring at the hydrangeas too, as if he knew your gaze had visited them. Leerae sent a small trickle of familiar bitterness down your chest but you quickly burned it. You forced your gaze to the hydrangeas too whilst he leaned his elbows on his knees, tossing the blades lightly up and catching them again.

Then, he glimpsed once more, another spark of realisation catching in his eyes. “I haven't seen you with glasses, you know?”

Right. You were wearing your glasses because you had left your contact supply back in the nest of your home. Not ideal but you didn't expect to have a visit to the outside world. It's not like you hated them, but they were a small hassle to fuss over when doing your tasks. They always fell off the bridge of your nose.

You shyly smiled. “Yeah. I don't wear them often. Anyway, I thought you would be back home.”

“Hm. Yeah, but I did some extra training with my friend Beomgyu. Just catching up since the uh… dragon incident.” He paused for a moment, making you remember that fateful Grand Opening where he nearly fell because of an impulsive dragon.

“Right,” you said with a small laugh. It wasn't every day that someone had a near-death experience.

“But I would like to go back home tonight. It's just nicer there, you know?” He said again, fidgeting with the star blades, tossing them again. You hummed in agreement, eyes latched onto the same thing. Something returned in his gaze, a storm of memory, confusion, and then it shrank away again.

“Yeah. I'll probably do the same after getting my plan together,” you finally said, not questioning whatever that gaze was about. You tried hard not to let your curiosity flourish in your hair and fixed your glasses before it strayed to the stars in his eyes. Noticing your gaze, he smiled a little and took the weapon out, the size of his palm, silver and had a green, shimmering gem in the middle.

“I'm still practicing.” A sheepish smile lifted his face. You grinned.

“Did you break anything yet?”

He pulled an offended face filled with amusement. “I did not…”

Jungwon craned his face to the same hydrangeas blooming a baby blue, scanning until his eyes lit up with something embarrassed. He pointed towards the flock of flowers fluttering by the wall, and you followed. At first, nothing caught your attention, and then, as your gaze ran, you spotted some of them deflated at a sharp angle. Barely perceptible.

“I may have tried too hard with learning new tricks…” he shone the blade into the dull light. “… and hit those flowers.”

“Oh…” you slightly chuckled as you stood from the bench. He blinked at you, something deeper pulsing behind like a hidden heartbeat, but you ignored it by walking to the flowers by the wall. Footsteps soon echoed yours with attention.

“I can fix these. No one will know,” you said, crouching to the hydrangeas and carefully gliding your hands past the standing ones.

Jungwon tried hard to disperse his thoughts, crouching down just the same with a lock on his thoughts. You cupped the fallen flowers, straightening them as if testing the waters.

“Hanging on by a stem,” you said, sounding all-knowing, like this was your area. Jungwon scratched his nape sheepishly.

“Yeah… uh… I'll stop practicing outside for now.” He tucked the blades back into the protective leather, and back inside his pockets.

“No need. You just need to call a Nature Fairy,” you replied with a small thread of mirth, making his cheeks warm.

After that, you let the stem go so that small, green shimmers flared from your palm and weaved around the broken bridge of the stalk like a capsule. You took a deep breath, tugging at the ribbons of your powers until it felt like you could control them, and curled your fingers into a slow fist. From there, the stem flowed upwards as if the snapped part had stitched back up into a standing flower like the others. The shimmers scattered into nothing, and you released a breath again.

Jungwon blinked, fascinated by your ability. He knew you were a fairy—duh—but it never got old to watch it first hand. His sister's words came echoing like an interruption from the depths of his mind, and he snapped out of it before it meant something.

“Thank you.” He breathed. Smiling to him, your hand retreated before you sat back and crossed your legs. A silence froze over you and him, and you weren't sure how to break it, but he beat you to it. “Easy. At least your shirt stayed clean this time.”

A small, mocking smile appeared at the joke, reminded of how he spilled a drink on you when you first met. “Right. No more borrowing shirts from random, clumsy boys, too.”

“I'm not clumsy!” He exclaimed, eyes lighting up with a distant memory and mirth.

“You just like spilling drinks.”

“And then giving my shirt,” he finished off as your eyes absent-mindedly trailed to his clothed bicep. It was as if you could sense the calm energy radiating through his puffer jacket and stitching into your scalp, patching together the image of his marigold sun tattoo. It had twinkled at you the first time.

Jungwon noticed your adamant stare but patiently waited until you snapped out of it. Though, an impish grin remained, steady and secret. Warmth crept up your neck.

“I'm not staring—well, not without reason—”

“I don't doubt it,” said Jungwon easily, letting you ice down the hot embarrassment molten in your cheeks.

“I… I noticed a tattoo on your arm ages ago,” you began saying, hugging your knees to your chest. You didn't mean to get so cosy in this cold weather, but the conversation was enough to root you there.

At that, he smiled a little, pleased from how his eyes shimmered with familiarity and longing. His left hand rested atop his right bicep, as if he could feel it through the clothes.

“I was scared shitless to start my first year in Red Fountain. It's a prestigious school. And…” he looked at the hydrangeas, eyes resurfacing with memory. “… my first time away from home. Planets away.”

The breeze swept over his black hair, raising it until you caught the twinkles sparking within, like he was born with galaxies. He picked at the grass as he sat properly.

“My sister—” he paused, head tilted up in a flurry of words and conversations, somewhat troubled, before he forced his head down again. “—she is the Fairy of Harmony. Important in Espero.”

You didn't interrupt, but you did want to know more about his birth planet.

“She knew better than myself that I was scared to leave. I wish I wasn't but she didn't let me deny it. She gave me the sun tattoo to remind me of inner peace and… of home.” He glanced at your wide, curious eyes. He almost laughed. “Espero is the epitome of it. And I was scared to leave for many reasons, but I feel her with me when I touch it.”

Your eyes strayed to his hand latched on, like he was guarding it from all poisonous thoughts.

“I just get homesick a lot,” he summarised with a shy smile. He ended up saying more than he should, and you could tell he didn't regret it. His shoulders were loosened and he looked like he was floating.

“It sounds wonderful,” you replied. Having all that support and strength, understanding how to comfort yourself with it like a blanket. Jungwon hummed in agreement, eyes afloat once more.

“It's like the sun bracelet you gifted me!” You chirped, making him smile as he came back to his senses.

“Exactly that. I wanted to give something meaningful. And the sun charm was enough.” He turned his head fully in the breeze, revealing those dark sparks of kindness in his eyes. Your heart fluttered, battling your shyness in your throat and restraining any pink flowers from blooming in your locks. So, you nodded.

“Thank you. Again. I appreciate it,” you said softer this time, like it was all your body could do as it surrendered to whatever your heart desired.

In that moment, all it wanted was to sketch his smile and stars into your heart.

“Anytime…”

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theothernads · 10 days ago

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IM FRYING WICNRKSK😭😭

#sunghoon #you look a little different in the second pic #hes so aghast #—nadii.yaps!!

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theothernads · 12 days ago

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I CHANGED MY SMAU BANNER AGAIN LMAO. I think I'll keep this one?

#series: 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐹𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊#welp #it looks good?

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theothernads · 13 days ago

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dear🌹

I hope you are well

If you can't donate to us, my friend, can you share with a kind word And your beautiful human kindness with us ?

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Gaza is in its last stage of starvation. Please help!!

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theothernads · 13 days ago

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Candles are certainly taken into account. I shall now take your love and build the part 3😧‼️

(Ritual worked)