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i will actually be here for a little bit tomorrow so i can work on drafts other than The Brainrot One <3

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He  can  help?  Oh,  he’s  offering  to  help.  Jun  feels  himself  drifting  closer,  as  if  hypnotized,  in  some  sort  of  haze  pulled  right  into  Zero’s  orbit.       “  —  Jun…  ”        the  boy  murmurs  softly  as  he  melts  into  Zero’s  arms  without  a  thought  otherwise.  Despite  the  fact  his  eyes  are  pitch  black,  lacking  any  natural  depth,  it’s  clear  to  see  just  how  unfocused  and  cloudy  they  are.

“  I  need…  I  was  looking  for  help,  my  —  my  patient…  ”        the  blood  all  over  his  scrubs  tells  a  story  all  on  its  own,  the  mess  of  blood  dripping  down  his  chin,  slowly  starting  to  dry  in  the  cool  night  air,       “  He  was  eating  her  —  !  ”

It  doesn’t  matter  that  Zero  is  a  stranger.  Jun  presses  his  face  into  the  fabric  of  his  shirt,  cold  fingers  finding  the  warms  of  Zero’s  sides.  Jun’s  shivering.  His  eyes  are  welling  with  tears  as  he  seeks  comfort  in  the  warmth  of  Zero’s  chest,       “  Everything…  hurts.  I’m  sorry,  I  —  I  don’t  understand  what’s  happening.  ”

It dawns on him—with a twinge of empathetic horror—that the boy doesn’t know what’s going on. 

Zero remembers that. The horrible confusion, wandering around in a daze. When his mother took him into her arms, weeping with relief, he had no name for the horrible desire he felt to bite her. He’d been so frightened. Overwhelmed. Nothing made sense, everything was so scary.

Who was it? Who did this? Was it Tabby? Only Tabby would be so thoughtless and cruel. 

Unless it was her. Could it be? Playing the same game she played with him, with Hawk?

          “...No, not drugged,”          he says. His voice remains gentle.          “Come here. I can help you. What’s your name, sugar?”

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The  sharp  pinch  gets  his  attention  in  an  instant,  and  by  the  time  he  discovered  what  had  happened  it  was  too  late.  A  hand  shoots  out  to  grip  Hyuntae,  to  keep  himself  steady  —  a  fist  bawling  in  the  front  of  his  shirt.  He  doesn’t  remember  anything  after  that.  Not  being  stuffed  into  the  back  of  a  car,  not  the  pitstop,  and  certainly  not  the  long,  winding  drive  into  the  woods.

It  all  comes  to  him  hazily,  what  he  does  remember,  what  he  was  aware  of.  A  slow,  careful  descent  down  basement  stairs.  Cool  metal  beneath  his  skin.  A  light  so  bright  he  can  barely  keep  his  eyes  open  against  it.  The  smell  of  latex  and  alcohol.  And  Hyuntae,  standing  over  him,  a  face  mask  tucked  neatly  under  a  pair  of  black  framed  glasses.  Jun’s  head  pounds  and  his  jaw  aches;  he  reaches  up  to  rub  the  soreness  from  the  joint  –

Only  to  realize  he  can’t.  Only  to  realize  his  wrists  and  ankles  have  been  bound  to  the  table.  Another  horrific  realization  comes  when  he  tries  to  close  his  mouth,  realizing  quickly  that  he  can’t  —  some  sort  of  dental  device  keeps  his  jaw  from  closing.

“   N  -  no,     p  –  h  -  ease  —  !    ”

He  tries  to  talk  but  he  can’t,  barely  keeping  himself  from  choking  on  his  own  spit  the  collects  in  the  back  of  his  mouth.  He  writhes  helplessly  against  his  restraints  as  Hyuntae  and  the  pliers  in  his  hand  come  in  closer.  Eyes  flood  black  instinctively  as  the  fear  takes  over,  the  drugs  still  coursing  through  his  system  making  his  jaw  muscles  too  weak  to  break the  restraint  so  that  he  can  take  a  finger  or  two.  He  can’t  do  anything  but  writhe  like  a  worm  on  the  cold  metal  examining  table  and  watch  Hyuntae  come  in  closer,  eyes  just  as  dead  as  they  have  always  been.

Is  Jun  going  to  die  tonight?  

He’s the forward one? Hyuntae quirks a brow.  (Well, maybe. Sedatives are more of a fifth date sort of thing.)

          “There’s a difference,”          he says, prim, curt.          “Not much known, not much to know—there’s a difference. It can’t be both. Those are antithetical statements.”

He takes another few steps forward. Slowly.

          “If there’s not much to know, we already have all the information we need. If there’s not much known, though, then there’s so much to know. We just haven’t discovered it yet. But we will.”          He smiles. Close enough now to touch Jun, he places a firm, gentle hand on his back.          “You and I are going to help each other understand.”

He needs to act fast, before the boy gets spooked again. His other hand swiftly emerges from behind his back and needle finds vein.

The hand on his back proves useful when he goes down. Hyuntae is in the precise position to catch him. He takes note of Jun’s prominent Adam’s apple; it’s very noticeable with his head tilted back the way it is. He touches it lightly, once, then catches himself. More thorough examination can be done later, when he’s properly gloved.

It’s time to go now. It’s going to be a long drive. He needs to make a pit stop at the apartment to gather some things and pick up Claudette. He hadn’t intended to leave the city tonight.

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Artificial  cherry  flavored  lip  gloss,  freshly  manicured  nails.  She  curled  her  hair  in  those  big  playful  waves  that  always  gets  her  compliments.  She  spent  the  day  getting  ready,  the  enchantments  and  glamours  used  only  to  enhance.  She's  looking  to  impress,  will  @med1c1nal  be  impressed?  Will  he  notice? 

She’s  laying  on  her  bed,  legs  kicking  out  behind  her  like  she’s  in  a  teen  movie.  Cigarette  between  her  fingers,  ash  tray  balanced  delicately  on  a  pillow.  The  phone  is  pressed  between  her  shoulder  and  her  ear. 

“  Hi,  Hyuntae,  ”       She  saves  the  pet  names.  For  now.  She  doesn't  want  to  be  accused  of  getting  carried  away  too  soon!       “  You  told  me  to  call  when  I  got  peckish?  Like…  When  I  wanted  to  watch  you  play  the  cello?  Are  you  free  tonight?  ” 

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Jun  pulls  the  cigarette  from  his  lips,  breathing  in  the  velvety  smoke  that  threatens  to  spill  from  his  lips.  He's  polite  enough  to  blow  the  smoke  up  and  away  from  Hyuntae,  most  anyone  else  at  this  party  he  bets  wouldn't  have  been  so  kind.

“  Well,  yeah,  of  course  I'm  curious.  I…  It's  happening  to  me,  I’d  like  to  understand  it.  And  I  will.  Probably.  But…  You're  just…  really  forward.  And,  uh  —  ”        You  freak  me  out.  He  won’t  say  it  to  his  face  though.

Even  so,  he  can't  think  on  what  happened  in  there  for  very  long  without  swearing  he  can  still  feel  those  long,  delicate  fingers  on  his  chin,  his  thumb  pulling  down  his  lip  —  he  takes  another  drag  and  looks  to  the  side.  He's  all  too  aware  of  that  penetrating,  surgical  stare  studying  his  face  and  his  reactions,  and  just  how  hot  it  makes  the  skin  underneath  it.   

“  If  you  talked  to  Tabby  then  you  probably  know  a  lot  more  about  all  of  this  than  I  do.  I've  heard  there  isn't  even  that  much  to  know.  or  that  is  known.  so  —  ”

Why  is  he  standing  like  that?  If  Jun  didn't  know  any  better  he  would  think  Hyuntae  is  hiding  something  behind  his  back.

          “Before you did something ill-advised?”          Hyuntae offers helpfully, eyes as empty as ever. He smiles.          “I understand. You’re high. Overwhelmed. And the world must already appear so different to you now, even without the altered state.”

And how does it appear to him? How do his unearthly senses operate? Hyuntae dissects him with his eyes, filing these questions away for later.

          “I meant no offense back there.”          He takes a few experimental steps forward. The subject is easily startled; he must take care.          “Examining you. I’m only curious. Wouldn’t you be?”

He seems like a curious boy—though perhaps that assumption is only because of his large, gentle eyes.

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and  when  @med1c1nal  spoke,  jun  found  himself  utterly  confused  by  the  emotions  that  comes  over  him.

read  it  to  me,  pretty.  out  loud.

was  it  horror?  was  it  embarrassment?  maybe  both  of  those,  but  something  else  too.  why  does  he  feel  compelled  to  obligate?  the  way  his  heart  hammers  in  his  chest  is  something  more  than  embarrassment,  he  knows  that  for  a  fact.

he  licks  his  lips,  slowly  opens  the  already  crumpled  and  half  ruined  cover  of  the  notebook  he's  been  pouring  over  for  the  past…  how  long  as  it  been?  lips  part,  doe  eyes  look  up  for  over  the  well  loved  paper.

“  do  i  have  to…?  ”

“  — jun…  ”

the  boy  lets  out  a  breath,  bringing  the  notebook  up  further  to  break  their  eye  contact.  he  can  still  feel  the  drill  of  hyuntae’s  gaze  on  him  as  he  clears  his  throat  and  begins  reading.

i  won't  date  these  entries  because  i  don't  know  what  date  it  is  anymore.  i  don't  know  how  long  i've  been  here  either.

the  sunshine  felt  nice  today  —  i  never  thought  i  would  miss  it  so  much;  i  won't  complain  as  much  when  rainy  days  clear  up  to  sunny.  i  touched  him  while  we  were  outside,  just  grazed  fingers  —  it  was  an  accident  but  i  almost  started  crying.  i  didn't  know  why  at  the  time  but  now  i  think  it's  a  mixture  of  things.

jun  pauses,  his  voice  trembling,      “  ‘i’m  scared  of  him,  but’…  uhm  — ”     he  turns  the  page,  and  takes  a  breath  to  start  reading  again.

“ all  of  it.  don't  skip  anything. ”

jun  licks  his  lips  again,  hands  trembling  as  he  turns  the  page  back  ever  so  slowly.

“ —  ‘i-i’m  scared  of  him,  but…  but  i'm  scared  every  time  he's  not  here  too.  it  m-makes  more  sense  when  he  hurts  me  than  it  does  when  i'm  alone.’ ”

jun  looks  back  up,  met  with  that  same  expressionless  stare.  hyuntae's  brow  quirks  once,  a  quick  motion.  he  nods,  encouragingly,  blankly.  keep  going.  jun's  cheeks  grow  painfully  hot.  he  pushes  his  knees  together  and  shifts.

i  wanted  to  bite  him  at  my  birthday  party.  i  did  yesterday  and  it  was  just  as  good  as  i  thought  it  was  going  to  be.

“ i— ”        a  long  pause,  several  deep  breaths.        “  ‘i  never  thought  he  would  move  like  that.’  ”

the  book  is  closed.  there  is  a  thick,  painful  silence.  tentatively,  jun  looks  back  up,  practically  shaking.

“ hyuntae,  do  you  know  spanish? ”

“ not  fluently, but some.  why? ”

“ oh,  no  reason. ”

the  next  journal  entries  are  written  entirely  in  spanish.  

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the lines have all started to blur — who is the cat and who is the mouse? feat. @med1c1nal

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Jun  had  been  outside  pacing  for  a  few  moments  before  he  decided  on  the  garden  —  running  his  hands  through  his  party-tousled  hair  and  over  his  hot  face,  trying  to  drink  up  as  much  of  the  night  air  as  he  can  to  sober  himself.  God,  what  the  hell  was  that?  Why  is  this  the  second  time  this  guy  has  decided  to  show  up  at  the  worst  possible  time?  And  why  won’t  he  just  leave  him  alone?

The  cigarettes  he  fished  out  of  his  pocket  were  crumbled  and  broken,  unprotected  from  their  original  cardboard  package  that  must  be  getting  crinkled  in  that  one  guys  back  pocket  —  although,  by  the  looks  of  him,  that  pack  is  probably  long  gone  by  now.  Even  still,  Jun  tries  to  salvage  what  he  can  of  the  least  bent  and  broken  cigarette  —  beggars  can’t  be  choosers,  and  fuck,  does  he  need  this  right  now.

He  thinks  about  finding  Zero  in  the  party,  pulling  whoever  he  has  on  top  of  him  off  so  that  he  can  borrow  his  attention.  Maybe  Felix  will  have  the  time  for  him  too  —  or  Tabby,  whose  sure  to  be  in  her  room  by  now,  overwhelmed  by  the  light  and  the  music  and  the  drugs  —  his  mind  turns  to  them,  their  comfort,  his  skin  prickles.  His  breath  gets  heavy. Jun's mind and his hands wander a bit.

He  doesn’t  notice  Hyuntae  coming  up  behind  him  until  he  speaks.  The  boy  jumps,  whirls  around  to  face  him.  What’s  left  of  his  cigarette  barely  hangs  onto  the  moisture  of  his  lips.

“  …Didn’t  you  say  you’d  leave  me  alone  if  I  showed  you?  ”        He  can’t  look  him  in  the  eye,  too  busy  trying  to  fight  the  effects  of  the  drug  —  his  drug  —  coursing  through  him.  Yet,  he  still  offers  an  answer.         “  —  Shit  was  getting  weird.  Had  to  remove  myself  before  —  ”        before  what?  Before  you  killed  him?  Or  before  you  kissed  him?  Which  would  be  worse?

Jun’s sudden departure is both a disappointment and a relief. The examination was unfortunately cut short, but before he fled Hyuntae noticed those void-eyes aimed at his throat. 

He sighs, leaning back as the boy disappears from view. For a moment, he stares blankly in the direction where he last saw him, thinking—and then he laughs to himself, finishing what’s left of his drink.

Ten minutes pass before he stands. It takes five for him to navigate outside and locate his car, and yet another three to determine the most effective drugs for sedating a demon. Ultimately he elects to make an adventurous cocktail of three different strong sedatives—and does double the recommended amount, since he saw Tabby, Jun, and the movie star all partaking in double doses.

Nobody takes notice of the man with the syringe stalking through the party. It’s impressive, the carelessness found here. 

It takes him longer than he would like to find Jun, but eventually he does. Already, he’s being unwittingly cooperative, having isolated himself in the abandoned garden with a cigarette. Hyuntae neatly holds his hands behind his back, hiding what he’s holding, and approaches.

           “There you are,”          he says.          “Always running away from me. Are you alright? Why did you panic?”

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thought about like. making a discord server or just like a little personal sideblog where i just suggest songs that i am really into. but also sometimes i think of just posting it here to yall and subjecting yall to them. decisions decisions......

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not all ships are For wanting them to be in a happy healthy relationship together. sometimes shipping two characters means you want them to be erotically obsessed with each other and become entwined in a mutually toxic love affair for a few months and then horrifically break each other's hearts and never speak again. sometimes you want them to be codependent best friends with enough repression to explode a submarine who only make out/have sex when they're at their worst. sometimes you want them to pine after each other for years, never say anything, and then die. sometimes you want them to kill each other. this, too, is shipping

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jun: man i have been so off the shits lately i need to be sedated and locked in my room i think

hyuntae: Hello. I Am Going To Sedate You And Put You In My Cage. Also I Believe That Watching You Dance Helped Me Discover I May Be Attracted To Men.

jun:

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@batoushoujo @wickdcreatures

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She  gets  his  ass  good.  He  doesn’t  notice  at  all,  nor  does  he  even  think  someone  would  be  petty  enough  to  trip  someone  over  an  accident,  but  here  we  are!  He’s  splayed  out  on  the  floor  like  an  idiot.         “  —  The  fuck  was  that  for?  ”     Is  he…  gonna  cry?!

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　　Can this dude stop bumping into her? After the fifth time, she sticks her foot out and trips him.

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If  Hyuntae  were  to  reach  out  for  him  like  this  two  weeks  ago,  or  even  just  an  hour  ago,  Jun  likes  to  think  that  he  would  have  backed  away  —  recoiled  in  horror.  Well,  maybe  that’s  a  little  dramatic,  but  then  again,  hadn’t  all  of  this?  And  isn’t  that  kind  of  beautiful?

Jun’s  eyelashes  flutter,  that  tingle  in  his  skin  growing  ten  fold  at  Hyuntae’s  touch.  He’s  obedient,  knows  what  Hyuntae  wants  before  he  even  really  makes  the  move  —  full,  kiss-swollen  lips  part,  hot  breath  a  stark  contrast  against  Hyuntae’s  cool  thumb.  It’s  a  gesture  he  has  grown  somewhat  accustomed  to,  although  from  the  others  it's  far  less  clinical;  even  still,  he  reacts  similarly.  Leans  forward,  eyes  heavy  lidded,  hands  landing  just  a  hair  shy  of  touching  Hyuntae’s  thigh.  The  room  spins  and  the  lights  glimmer  and  he  feels  like  he’s  flying.

Go  on.  Please.

No  hesitation;  eyes  flood  black,  teeth  replaced.  A  mixture  of  drug  induced  lust  and  hunger  pulls  him  closer,  his  eyes  on  Hyuntae’s  regal  neck,  his  prominent  lips  —

A  cheer  from  nearby  knocks  Jun  out  of  his  trance.  He  startles,  eyes  growing  sharper  in  realization.  Now  he  pulls  back,  now  he  is  horrified  —  but  just  how  much  of  that  is  performative?  You  were  practically  crawling  into  his  lap.

Shooting  up,  his  chair  skids  across  the  floor  and  falls  over  behind  him  —  he  doesn’t  look  back  as  he  flees  through  the  dance  floor  to  the  cool  sharp  night  air.  A  cigarette  will  do  him  good.  Maybe  locking  himself  in  his  room  would  do  him  better.  What  the  fuck  was  that?  It  was  the  drugs.  All  the  drugs.  Had  to  be.  Right?

Hyuntae watches his subject, clinical, curious, wondering what he might be thinking. When he finally speaks, he listens intently, faint smile growing as his hypothesis is confirmed—and even more so at You’re not going to leave me alone, are you? Jun’s voice is syrupy-sweet from the drugs; it almost sounds like an invitation.

But it isn’t one. At least not entirely. He still seems uneasy, albeit a little less than before.

          “Not until you show me,”          he says, smiling that same polite smile.

He studies him for a moment, observing the look on his face, then reaches out and delicately pries open Jun’s mouth. He peers at his humanoid teeth, trying to see where they might go when they’re exchanged with the other set. He wishes he had gloves. Or better lighting. The dim, dreamlike pink-and-blue hues of the party don’t lend well to this sort of observation.

He'll do a more thorough examination at the lab.

          “Go on.”          He spares a glance into Jun’s eyes.          “Please.”

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For  a  moment  it's  as  if  Hyuntae  is  guiding  his  come  up  —  each  new  sensation  he  describes  washes  over  Jun  with  a  thrilling  sort  of  ecstasy.  He  finds  himself  anxiously  hanging  on  his  every  word,  lips  parted,  frightened  eyes  just  a  little  doe-y.  But  words  fail  him  entirely  when  Tabby  and  her  monstrosity  is  brought  up,  how  exactly  is  he  supposed  to  argue  that?  Mouth  hung  agape,  opened  and  shut  like  a  marionette  as  he  tries  to  find  something  to  say  —  anything  to  say.  But  words  fail  him.  Jun  sinks  into  a  seat  beside  Hyuntae.  Dumbfounded.  He  wants  to  reach  out  and  touch  him.  Was  he  always  this  pretty?  Was  his  neck  always  this  long  and  elegant?

The  wires  in  his  brain  must  be  very,  very  crossed.  For  a  moment,  at  the  mention  of  his  dancing  and  the  pleasure  of  watching  it,  he  considers  climbing  into  Hyuntae’s  lap,  putting  his  hands  on  his  chest  and  showing  him  just  how  beautifully  and  pleasurable  he  can  move  to  the  beat  of  the  music  and  the  rhythm  of  their  breathing.  A  sigh  —  Jun  runs  a  hand  over  his  face  to  collect  himself,  his  touch  trailing  down  and  lingering  on  his  exposed,  glitter  covered  chest.  What  horrible  timing  this  all  is.  He  needs  to  get  a  grip  —  maybe  going  outside  for  a  cigarette  will  help  him.  Maybe  the  cool  night  air  will  help  quell  the  fire  burning  in  his  cheeks  and  the  faint  buzzing  in  his  skin  at  the  thought  of  touching  him.

“  My  patient  was  on  blood  thinners  and  he  had  a  nosebleed,  ”        he  admits,  finally.  Because  really,  what  use  is  there  in  hiding  it  now?  No  narcs  here,  established  by  Hyuntae  himself.  It  almost  feels  like  a  weight  off  his  shoulders  to  say  it,  until  he  notices  the  shift  in  Hyuntae’s  gaze.  Jun  sinks  into  his  chair.        “  You’re  not  going  to  leave  me  alone,  are  you?  ” 

          “I enjoy myself from time to time,”          Hyuntae says, distantly amused.          “That drug you’re on—it makes you feel euphoric. It’s a head high. Floaty. But there’s a bodily effect, too—almost like a tingling. All over. Like every part of you has become an erogenous zone. Yes. I made that.”

There. His presence is explained, and now they’ve established that nobody’s going to be snitching on anybody.

          “The girl you were with. Tabby. We’ve met. Her eyes do the same thing yours do. She drinks blood, and her teeth do the most peculiar thing.”          He takes a sip of his drink, studying Jun closely.          “You look different here. You move through this world like you belong. You seemed very stilted at work. Of course, you weren’t feeling very well then. Exposure to blood, maybe?”

Already, there are so many questions he wants to ask—but it can wait. There will be time. He smiles faintly, steadily. 

          “You dance beautifully. It was a pleasure to watch.” 

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big brother hyunsu<3