I'm a bit scared
Even though Mingi had told him he wasn't promising anything, not many days following the reportedly immortal, Choi San, was standing in the doorway. Tall and noble, a glint in his eyes much like Yeosang. His fingers lightly braided in another guy's behind him, he seemed to take in the surroundings like any predator. And then his eyes landed on Hongjoong.
"And I guess you're the new kid, huh?"
He entered the house, the one behind him following tightly with him, a smirk cornering his lips. His hair was flush black, even more than Seonghwa's that held a slight brown tint to it. His features were sharp and precise, and he revealed his broad shoulders and small waist, when he slid the coat off his shoulders in one smooth motion, that swarmed with elegance and confidence. A black corset was strapped tightly around his waist, and Hongjoong could not help but imagine how uncomfortable that must be to wear.
Suddenly, fingers wrapped around his chin, tilting his head slightly back.
"Hey, staring a bit too much, hm? What's your name kid?" asked the man, now standing right in front of him.
Hongjoong swallowed harshly, as his nerves suddenly went from nothing to pulsing aggressively under his skin.
"Kim Hongjoong," he answered the intimidating man immediately.
San hummed satisfied, eyeing the boy in front of him. Hongjoong felt a hand run down his back.
"San, let go of him," a voice called before the hand reached further down.
The black-haired squinted his eyes without moving his gaze away from Hongjoong, "Calm down, it's not like I'm doing anything. Just giving him a warm welcome."
They were all eyeing him when San took a step back. Like a magnet, the guy that he had come with flew into his side, where San wrapped an arm around his waist.
With his free hand, he stretched it toward Hongjoong, "Choi San, a pleasure meeting you, kid."
He smiled mischievously when Hongjoong shook the hand. Then he grabbed the shoulder of the guy at his side.
"This is Jung Wooyoung."
"I'm his boyfriend."
The man named Wooyoung held a playful challenging look in his eyes, when their gazes met, making Hongjoong crump a bit. He felt like prey.
"I'm not a kid," he said, wanting to declare his own status.
San let his eyes wander to the floor before a smirk grew upon his face.
"Of course you're not, I very well know who you are Kim Hongjoong. It's not like the media are going crazy because you have been inactive in your work for the past months now."
Hongjoong went silent, after all, he had just left everything behind of him. All of his hard work, his success, achievements; his dream. He had run from it, hoping that would just somehow figure it out by itself.
A hand brought the blonde boy with them, to find a seat by a table and gently pushed him down on the chair. Slowly they all found a place around the furniture, Yeosang being the only one who sat on top of the table, in a rebellious way, eyes rooted down at his nails.
"Don't worry, we've all been through that - suddenly losing everything you had fought for," San continued.
"You'll get used to the feeling, and before you know of it, you won't even remember your past. I bet Yeosang can't even remember how he died," the black-haired chuckled while facing the smaller vampire on the table.
Yeosang's eyes darkened as he glared at San, "Excuse you, but I very well do remember it. I think it's you who don't."
The 400-year younger vampire rolled with his eyes as he leaned further back in the chair, "Sure I don't, it's a long time ago anyway."
Jongho stood up and crossed his arms, "God, you're already too annoying listening to - just shut up already San."
The black-haired tapped the table with his neat fingers, while his eyes slowly drifted up at the house owner. He gave him a small smile.
"Come on, you can't possibly still be angry at me, can you? It's so many years ago already, Jongho," San said, slightly dragging at some of the words to be longer.
Hongjoong observed the conversations they shared with each other, without saying himself. The group had known each other for so long, that he had trouble with understanding what they were discussing at times. It didn't matter anyway, Hongjoong was already struggling with his boiling head and poking teeth.
"I heard you nearly killed Mingi."
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A bit later the couple had left, an eerie feeling had set in his body.
The boy sat on the edge of the bed, his body bent forward, his head resting up against the wall. His gaze was dark and distant as if his soul had left his body and death slowly crept up along his limbs. Saliva and poison dripped from his open mouth and Hongjoong was constantly in a kind of fight between his drowsy state and his thoughts which circled only one particular thing. Person. His gums hurt terribly because of the furious teeth that constantly reminded him of what he really was.
If he had to do that, he would have to sneak out.
It was an impossible task he faced in front of his blurred vision, for everyone else in this house was constantly watching him, just in case this should happen. But his urge pushed the last instincts out of him, and he was hissing in constant pain. Hongjoong's sight turned blind and his body was shaking in oppression. It had been several days since the last time he had ingested blood, and he knew that was why he was like this now. Craving what held him alive.
Then he heard a door click open somewhere in the house, and his eyes rolled around in his skull. His hands were desperately pressing against the wall, at the edge of creating marks into the surface. He was holding on so badly, just to let it all slip so easily.
Everything flashed before his eyes, surroundings were not recognized one bit. Haunting smells were creating color patterns everywhere, making out all the places blood was to be found. The boy's eyes were glowing red in the darkness, as he let his feet wander deeper into the city. His throat was burning in need to quench his thirst. His searching for someone shouldn't have taken this long time, but his sprinting feet were determined not to stop yet. The flashing city lights were overwhelming, but no one noticed him.
The heart was beating. It wasn't his own. Hongjoong heard the calm breathing suddenly strangling itself when he locked eyes with the man in front of him. The nightmare swelled into his sight again, as the vampire took a step forward. The red eyes.
The poison dripped from his mouth, landing on the floor with a loud thud. No.
Seonghwa took a matching step back, but the other quickly caught up on him, tripping them to the ground. He was a crawling mass making his way up over the black-haired man who was writhing in fear. Whines left his mouth as Hongjoong had him forced to stay still beneath him.
"Don't, please don't! I-I- Hongjoong, please don't hurt me!"
Seonghwa was a pleading mess, eyes already dripping with tears as panic blossomed inside his body.
The blonde red-eyed boy didn't listen. His being wasn't present in any way, as he was dragging his shaking hands across the other's body, lining out his figure and gracing the throbbing blood vessels. The poison kept gliding from his mouth as his senses were filled with the thought of Seonghwa's blood.
The older held his breath when Hongjoong leaned down. Red, red, red. He shut his eyes tightly securing his grip around Hongjoong's wrists even more.
"One bite won't hurt, right?"
Seonghwa let out a sob but quickly bit his lip afterward. He was done for good now. A soft gasp escaped his sealed lips when soft lips were found across his skin. His mind went frozen in a paralyzed state as the tingles grew from the spot. He wasn't able to think one bit as Hongjoong's touch felt just as gentle as they were in the dream. Too gentle. Seonghwa thought he was going to faint from the overwhelm, just until fangs were digging him down to the ground.
He was screaming in pain in between his sobs. Any pain couldn't describe what was happening to him now. His limbs were trashing underneath the creature, scratching, kicking, desperate in trying to get the pain away. But nothing worked. The blood was splattering everywhere, making his white shirt deep red color together with the running poison. Hongjoong was quick to cover Seonghwa's mouth with a hand, slowly pressing down at his airway with a thumb while he sucked the warm red liquid from the other. His sobs went silent but his tears never stopped running. He was trapped underneath his nightmare.
Troubling with his breath, Seonghwa felt his sight flick in a deep state of panic. Hongjoong was tainting his life into something that never could be undone.
The poison was slowly spreading through his veins, killing him from the insides and making his eyelids fall shut and his heartbeat still.
Dead.
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