Bitter Blood || a Park Woojin fan-fiction [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

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Blood arose Woojin's cheeks as he lunged forward in anger at the offensive comment, his fists waiting to land a punch on the man's face, only for his limbs to be retreated back with an invisible force, as if he was now a magnet to the walls. Now he really felt weak.

The man chuckled, pleased. "Oh lord, you're too funny," he said. "makes me remember my father's stories about this weird vampire king back in his days. That weird king was as pitiful as you are now—" then he paused, a mischievous smile tickling up his lips.

"—he even has the same surname as you."

Woojin's brain was processing the information. Somehow, his heart ached at what the man said, and he wanted those words to roll back his tongue. But somehow too, Woojin felt like he was talking about someone he'd been searching for, his home.

"Dumb kid." uttered the man. He fished out a blade, out of his pocket, sliding his keen fingers on the threateningly glimmering, deadly object. "Your father died right where you're standing." he shoved the very edge of the blade before Woojin's eyes. "like what's about to happen to you as well."

The atmosphere had a sudden change, and water dripping from the sink was the only sound reaching their ears. Woojin didn't flinch, nor closed his eyes at the blade being 1 cm near his pupils. Instead, he spoke, with a heavy, heart-broken, and dangerous tone,

"You killed my father?"

The man seemed almost at shock when Woojin managed to speak despite being put on one of the most strongest curse his clients had created, his attempt to cover his fear plastered on his face as he stepped back. "Impressive, you unlocked your tongue curse. As expected, I guess you shouldn't be taken for gran-"

"Did you take part in killing my father?" Woojin repeated. 

The man paused. "My father did it,"

Just as Woojin was about to rage, the man continued,

"or should I say, Raeyeon's grandfather did."

Raeyeon?

His shoulder slumped.

No. There was no way this wicked, messed up hell of a human was related to Raeyeon. Not her. Not the human girl that cheers him up. Not the human with genuine, killer smiles and bubbly laugh. Not the human he'd learned to love. 

Not Raeyeon.

"You didn't think she really cared, did you?" he asked in a mocking manner. "Wow you must be hurt."

Not Raeyeon. Please.

Villainy and power shot through his menacing smirk, his shoes clacking towards the vampire, steadily, yet swiftly. He held out a hand, the golden ring on it shone at its brightest. With a sarcastic, ugly smile, he uttered,

"Nice to meet you. I'm Raeyeon's father, Ong Haejin."

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ONG RAEYEON

Mutters of deep, husky voices radiated through her cell, tons of guards chattering in delight and chanting words of victory and pride towards their successful job. Of course, it was the day to their trophy. They had caught who they'd dread for. It wasn't long enough for Raeyeon to work out the Royal Blood inside of Woojin, and it was as if the word Human Descendant had become so overused when it comes to her that she wasn't ever surprised anymore. 

Raeyeon put all her weight on her back as it passively rested on the cold walls, her limbs slumped beside her thighs as she sat all her might to the floor, like a dead creature, chest heaving up and down sluggishly. With a painful, crooked smile, she watched the reflection of the helpless figure of herself on the metal walls, secured with thick chains, and draped with purple bruises.