yeongyu 💟

bloodsucker

Beomgyu stepped inside slowly, his eyes wide as they scanned the dimly lit cabin. The space was modest, with a simple bed, a desk, and a few personal belongings scattered about. But what caught his attention most was the small block of bricks in the corner of the room, where a low fire flickered inside a metal container, casting an orange glow across the room.

The moment Beomgyu saw the fire, he froze, his pupils dilating in shock. A sharp breath caught in his throat. He staggered back slightly, as if the light itself was burning him. His hands instinctively moved to shield his face, but it was clear: the fire-no, the light-was painful to him.

Yeonjun noticed the sudden change in Beomgyu's demeanor. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked, stepping forward. But Beomgyu took another step back, his expression one of discomfort-almost fear.

"No..." Beomgyu whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "Light... too much. Please... no light."

Yeonjun's brow furrowed, confused and a little alarmed. "What do you mean? It's just a fire. It's not too bright."

But Beomgyu seemed to be in pain, his hands pressed against his temples as he staggered toward the corner, away from the fire. "Too... too much," he repeated, his voice barely audible. His skin had paled even more, and Yeonjun could see the sweat beading on his forehead.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Yeonjun said, his worry growing. "I'll put it out, don't worry."

But before Yeonjun could do anything, Beomgyu's eyes locked onto him with a look of desperation. "No... don't... I... I can't..."

Yeonjun hesitated, watching the man in confusion. What was happening to him? He didn't understand, but he felt the urgency in Beomgyu's voice.

He quickly rushed to the fire, snuffing it out with a nearby cloth. The room plunged into sudden darkness, save for the pale glow of the moon through the window. Beomgyu let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing slightly, though his breathing remained shallow.

"Better?" Yeonjun asked cautiously.

Beomgyu nodded slowly, still shaking but calmer. "Yes... thank you..." His voice was quiet, filled with gratitude and something else-something unspoken.

Yeonjun looked at him, his concern deepening. "What... what's going on with you? Why can't you handle the light?"

Beomgyu's gaze faltered for a moment, as if contemplating how much to reveal. "I... not like... others. Light... hurts me," he said, his voice small, hesitant.

Yeonjun frowned, unsure what to make of his words. There was something strange about Beomgyu, something that didn't fit. And yet, Yeonjun couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to protect him. But from what? And why did he feel this strange connection to him?

"Okay," Yeonjun said softly. "You can stay here for as long as you need. Just... no more light, okay?"

Beomgyu nodded, his eyes lingering on Yeonjun with an intensity that seemed to speak volumes. "Thank you... Yeonjun."

The weight of his gaze was almost too much to bear. Yeonjun couldn't help but feel that he was stepping into something far deeper than he ever could have imagined.

As the seconds passed in the dim cabin, Yeonjun's mind began to whirl. The moment Beomgyu had flinched away from the light, something clicked in his head. The way Beomgyu had reacted... it wasn't normal. He wasn't just sensitive to light. He was afraid of it. And the strange way he'd appeared out of nowhere, his unnatural pallor, the intensity in his eyes-it all added up to something Yeonjun had only heard of in stories.

He watched Beomgyu closely now, a sinking feeling in his stomach. The pieces were coming together, and they didn't fit into any logical explanation he knew.