You're a Monster | Chenji

LXVII

'I told you this would happen. Why didn't you listen to me? Yangyang, you used to always trust me. Why are you so distant all of a sudden?' Chittaphon said as he carefully took the tiny pieces of glass out with the tweezers.

Yangyang was laying on his stomach, in front of Chittaphon who was trying to heal his wounds. He had some glass cuts on the underside of his legs, his back and shoulders besides from his hands and arms. Yangyang hissed at the pain but didn't answer, not daring to say a word as he was embarrassed. He didn't want to admit Chittaphon was right.

'Look, I'm not scolding you, yeah? This is not a punishment. I only want what is best for you. I don't want you to get hurt. I just don't understand why now you prefer that vampire over me.' He kept talking as he poured some rubbing alcohol on Yangyang's wounds and proceeded to wipe them with a ball of cotton, rubbing in circles softly on the younger's skin. The burn made Yangyang whine slightly.

'What do you mean?' Yangyang dared to ask. Preferring Yukhei over Chittaphon? Was that what he was doing? Did he make the older feel rejected? Guilt started crawling up Yangyang's heart.

'You're so focused on Yukhei it's almost like you forgot about me. You know it hurts me to see you like this. What if I had arrived later? You'd be dead, Yangyang, and I don't want that.' Chittaphon kept pouring rubbing alcohol on Yangyang's wounds to then cover them with band aids.

'Yukhei wouldn't kill me, you saw it! It was just an accident, he pushed me a little too hard and-' Yangyang wanted to excuse Yukhei, but Chittaphon cut his words.

'Yangyang. I've been taking care of you for a long time, haven't I? I've been by your side ever since I found you in the streets. I saved you, I protected you and practically raised you. Don't I deserve at least a little bit of trust? I am your family, Yangyang. You came here, escaping from your unloving parents, you got in trouble and I saved you. You're like my son, who could ever love you more than I do?' Once Yangyang's back and legs were clean, Chittaphon made him sit up and he focused on his arms.

The younger was confused. He could not deny those words, they were true. Yet, there was still a part of him that wanted to argue despite not knowing how to form a coherent answer.

'I... I don't know...'

Yangyang whimpered as the older touched his right arm a bit harshly. It hurt a lot, but it didn't look broken. Chittaphon put some cream on it and then wrapped it tightly with a bandage as he talked.

'Exactly. No one could. And that's why you should trust me, Yangyang. And you should listen to me when I tell you not to risk your life to feed a vampire who won't even thank you for it. I'm not joking when I tell you the moment vampires smell your blood they forget about who you are to them.' Chittaphon checked Yangyang's left hand and repeated the process of taking out the glass pieces and pouring rubbing alcohol on the wounds. 'Just a little more. I know it hurts, but that means it's healing. And next time you should be more careful.'

The younger didn't respond, worrying Chittaphon.

'Hey, Yangyang, don't be mad at me, please. I'm doing all this for you, because I want what's best for you. And the only thing I want in exchange, the only thing I'm asking for is your trust, so next time I expect you to tell me about your intentions before dangerously sneaking into a lab where you will get hurt.'

'Please, Taeyong, I'm asking this nicely!'

'Why should I help him?'

'Okay, I get you don't want to help him. But at least do it for me, please...' Jisung gave Taeyong his best puppy eyes, trying to convince him.

'Why do I have to help you?' Taeyong leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, challengingly.

'Because you have a big house and you're very strong and smart and brave and manly and-'

'Jisung, stop with the compliments. It's not going to work.'

'But please, Tae, I need your help...' Jisung made sure to shrink slightly so that he could appear more innocent in front of the pure blooded.

'I don't know, Jisung, you know I've never liked them and now you're asking me to save their lives.'

Jisung put a finger under his own chin and pouted, until an idea came to his mind.

'If you don't help me, I'll tell Doyoung about your original intentions with him!' Jisung mischievously smirked.

'I don't know what you mean. There's no secrets between Doyoung and I.' Taeyong tried to shrug it off, but the younger didn't give up.

'Hmm... I wonder if Doyoung will like hearing about a... certain vampire who every Thursday night killed a human after a one night stand with them... and casually stopped doing that the day he couldn't get in a certain human's pants... but since he was so stubborn he chased after him until the human fell in love, and the vampire's original plan was to kill the human once they'd... done unholy things... but he accidentally exchanged blood with the human and ended up turning him into a vampire...' Jisung said, playing innocent.

'I don't know what you're talking about, Jisung. Your creativity is really ama-'

'Hmm... I wonder who they were... I can only remember the human's name starts with a D and the vampire's with a T. Really, who might they be?'

'That's stupid. Besides, Doyoung won't believe you.'

'Are you sure? Should I remind you you openly admitted to kill humans for fun? What makes you think a vampire who kills for the fun of seeing his victims suffer will hesitate to kill a simple human who's hopelessly in love with him?'

Taeyong gritted his teeth and at that moment Jisung knew he'd successfully convinced the older to side with him.

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Hey so, what Chittaphon did is psychological mistreatment, don't do that and don't let others do that to you pls.