𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎 ミ nct

037

ｔｈｉｒｔｙ─ｓｅｖｅｎ

Sungchan fell back, eyes starting to blur as he felt his head ache - hands pressed against the wall behind him to support him from falling. He's doesn't have split personalities and shit, but his sane side was trying its best not to do something to Shotaro especially when they're the only ones in a room.

Who knows Shotaro might be dead the next second.

On the other hand, the japanese was already on the cold floor, the red substance coming from his shoulder staining the white wall behind him as he closed his eyes, tears falling every second. He wanted to scream, but no sound seemed to come out of his mouth.

Shotaro kept on mumbling inaudible words, eyes still sealed shut as he weakly tried to wipe the blood off of his shoulders - not even minding the agonizing pain on his shoulders as his head hurt more.

Suddenly feeling presence in front of him, the japanese took a deep breath and opened an eye, hoping that it was someone who can help him whilst trying his best not to see any shade of red in the bathroom.

His hopes crushed when he saw the hazy figure of Sungchan looking down at him with his creepy dark eyes that hold mystery. Shotaro's heart pacing even more as he felt the taller getting closer.

"D-Don't..." The japanese trailed, shivers running down his spine the moment he felt something on his shoulder. "S-Sungchan-"

The grip on Shotaro's shoulder tightened, making the latter stop whatever he was about to say and hiss in pain, still refusing to open his eyes. Sungchan just stared at him with his usual dark and eerie eyes, the thirst for blood seeping in every second on every part of his body.

"Do not make any sound." Or it will make Sungchan crave for more.

Shotaro didn't reply and felt Sungchan's other arm go around his shoulders to cover his eyes, pulling his body closer to the taller male's and feeling his other hand hold his wrist, pulling it away from the fresh wound on his shoulder. He pulled the sleeve that was painted with a familiar red shade, revealing both Shotaro's shoulder as well as the liquid he's been wanting to taste ever since he came here.

Just when Shotaro is about to whimper at the sudden contact of something on his shoulder, Sungchan's hand that was covering the japanese's eyes made its way to his mouth, muffling any sound that came out.

The feeling of this red substance flowing down Sungchan's throat made him calm, but he had to be aware that he should stop before he gets too addicted and might actually kill this cute human being in his arms.

"S-Sungchan, e-enough please.." Shotaro whimpered, it was quite muffled but the taller still understood-

Though it doesn't seem to exist in his dictionary.

Shotaro gripped on his arm tightly to hopefully snap him back to reality because the latter felt his energy leave his body little by little. The japanese weakly wriggled his wrist out of Sungchan's hold, but still no use. The taller was still sucking the life out of him like a literal vampire, without fangs.

Another tear escaped Shotaro's eye.

Sungchan unconsciously let go of the japanese's wrist, slowly wrapping it around his waist as he pulled away from the shoulder, his eerie eyes no longer plastered on his face as it morphed to something he would never expect to feel; lust.

Shotar didn't notice anything and weekly rested his forehead on the taller's shoulder, drowsiness taking over his mind and body.

Sungchan pulled away from Shotaro's small body, both hands gripping his shoulders gently as he stared at Shotaro's teary eyes with nothing but lust.

"I-It hurts.." Shotaro whimpered softly, taking a few deep breaths before looking up to make eye contact with Sungchan. The latter may not know if Shotaro was referring physically or mentally, but he did know that either way it hurts.

The taller brushed the japanese's hair back and placed his other hand on his chin, tilting the shorter's face up to face him. "I know it does."

Shotaro blinked at the sudden action, noticing the sly grin on Sungchan's handsome face.

"And you're naive too."

That was all the taller stated before closing the gap between them, catching Shotaro off guard. The japanese panicked and lost balance, about to feel the his back touch the wall harshly when Sungchan wrapped his arms around the japanese's petite body.

Shotaro used all his might to push the younger away, but it didn't seem to work as he was too weak at the sudden things that happened.

Sungchan's hands made it's way to caress the japanese's side, probably finding the thing to help remove his hospital clothes when Shotaro tried to push him away again. This time, literally seperating the two from doing anything.

"S-Stop..." The japanese murmured, pulling his knees closer to him as he held the fabric that fell off his shoulders (which exposed his shoulders since a while ago). "T-This is wrong."

Sungchan usually gets what he wants, especially when blood is the topic. And he wasn't even feeling the need to drink the thick, red substance - why isn't he doing anything to satisfy his pleasures?

Shotaro buried his head on his knees, quiet sobs eliciting from him which got the taller's attention.

Sungchan balled his hands into fists, mentally arguing if he should hug Shotaro after almost doing something bad to him or just leave him be until some staff finds him here.

And honestly, according to Sungchan, this is the first time he left someone alive.

The hazel-haired rolled his eyes and reached out for Shotaro, gently wrapping his other arm around the older male's shoulder and slipping his other arm under his legs, carrying him bridal style.

It made Shotaro flinch, of course, but he couldn't do anything to defend himself since he was too weak and crying.

"Close your eyes." Sungchan ordered, not because he was guilty for doing something to the japanese, but because he didn't want him to see the blood stained walls in the bathroom caused by his own wound.

Fuck that bloodsucking mosquito.

Sungchan stood up and felt the japanese bury his head on his shoulder, sparing a glance at him one last time before kicking the bathroom door open since his hands were occupied.

"Who in the world would pee in the hallway when the bathroom is literally centimeters awa-"

Jungwoo didn't get to finish what he was saying as he froze to see that one guy he feared the most in their ward walking out of the toilet whilst holding Shotaro like a baby.

It looked like Jungwoo just witnessed a criminal and a hero in one body.

The male blinked as he watched Sungchan making his way towards him, fear crawling its way to every part of his body.

The moment Sungchan stopped just beside Jungwoo, the latter mayhaps panicked and accidentally hit the janitor's trolley that was just beside him after witnessing Sungchan snapping his head toward him like a maniac.

"I need new clothes. Now."

That was all Sungchan demanded before leaving a frightened Jungwoo that was unconsciously hugging the mop from the janitor's trolley in fear.

"W... What the fuck?"

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