Part two of bodyguard.
Bts x femdom reader
Lycan-vampire hybrid
Slow burn
After the war of BTS and the supernatural happened, their great bodyguard and love interest died an awful death. How did the boys handle it after their great fame? Keep readi...
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Missin' my da-da-da, missin' that Ah-ah-ah _____________________ "How could you look like that..." Quincy's voice was low as he stared down at you. He probably looks crazy. Talking to dead women with her head sewn back on. You've been like this for three years now. Grey, and cold. You didn't rot away, you didn't turn into ash, you just sat there like you were in a deep sleep, enjoying a long dream about who knows what.
"How could you just look like nothing is wrong? Like the world isn't about to go into world war 3 between supernatural and humans." He asked you, but only got a leaking sink in return for an answer.
"Tuh... like you'd answer.." He rubs his eyes, before peeling them away from you to look around the morgue. "Where the hell is that damn witch?..." he cursed lowly as his eyes met with the wall clock.
"This 'damn witch' is right behind you, I told you I was going to be late." Arlene walks in with a scowl on her face, purple hair swaying behind her as she walks over to the impatient man. "Two hours was stretching it." He glared at her, only to get a hand in his face as the witch in question walks around the table, to the other side of your body.
"Honestly kid... why are you spending thousands on treatments for someones who's not coming back?... it's been years...don't you think..." she couldn't even finish speaking as the human across the table stared into the witch's eyes.
"Just do your damn job." He's had to put up with her smart mouth for 3 years now. He couldn't wait for you to come back so he'd have someone to rant to, this woman got on his damn nerves.
"Fine... that's just another paycheck anyways." She looks down at your grey face and sighed.
The treatment took hours like it usually does. She fed you blood from the IV. You were dead, but yet your body absorbed it like it was still alive. Yet it never healed any of your wounds, it was interesting.
Shock treatment was next, it never worked, like always. Next was magic, that was the only thing that showed some signs. Once, your eyes opened, making the witch get a glips of you foggy gray eyes, only to close right back up. So, in a way, it's like you're Frankenstein.
"You know the rules, step out of the room." Quincy didn't put up a fight, he stood up from the wooden chair, that familiar feeling of disappointment slowly seeping into his head as he looked over his shoulder to your frozen body.
He hoped it would work. And soon, because he wouldn't give up. And this shit was expensive.
The room went silent for a few minutes, with no sounds other than soft footsteps as the witch tried to resurrect you. There were times like these where Quincy wish he knew what was going on-... wait, what's that noise?
Quincy kicked off the wall and started making his way back to the double doors, the sudden gasping and choking noises making his heart pick up speed and quickly push the heavy doors open.
