The static sound of the small box type television died as soon as the old rusted antenna was twisted and set towards the broken chipped window of the ages old house.
A pair of monolid eyes shifted towards the cracked screen of the box T.V. that weighed more than its size.
As soon as a soft yet cracked melody played, the boy left the antenna and stumbled forth towards the screen coming right in front of it. His chocolate brown orbs swiftly shifted here and there scanning the screen as if he is eager to find something in there.
Park Jimin was a very peculiar, curious and different cannibal, the family had ever seen, though they rarely cared about anything except the rulebooks and good food.
Dressed in worn out clothes with a leather jacket that hugged his body in the cold, yet the patches were too many to engulf his existence against the cold and he least cared about that. What he had seen and done was too animalistic that it turned him immune to something humans are affected from.
Humans? Oh, what a perfect meal! Was all his family thought but Park Jimin was a very strange cannibal with very different thoughts about humans. Curious he was is all I could say right now.
The melody that boomed from the T.V. now held a masculine voice singing. Cracking every bit.
Darling-... Kiss-...slow.
Jimin looked down to the small remote controller in his hand that was taped and patched up at least in twenty places. Thanks to his father's animalistic nature, he had to repair the device again and again. Of course, they despised the idea of him being somewhat different and yet a disgrace to the family, but
Jimin just didn't feel right with what they did.
It was not like he was not a cannibal, the group of friends that came for hiking in the woods a year back, he had ripped all of their chests open just to have a lick to find if his favorite blood type is there or not!
Yet the way his family would chop up the humans and cook them into juicy hot foods was something he didn't liked much. Especially couples and kids, that somehow felt wrong to do. He preferred a glass of fresh blood over that cooked pale meat.
That was kinda his favorite thing about humans though except one more... They are very unpredictable and amazing species.
Jimin tuned the station coming on the screen, pointing the small controller towards the screen and the voice coming out of it cleared up a bit more, at least it stopped glitching.
Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms~
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song~
Staring through those messed up locks of his raven hair that hung in front of his face and went down his shoulders even, Jimin inched closer to the screen reaching his hand up to it, pressing his rough palm and claw like nails against the cracked screen to the distorting image.
They were smiling, being in each other's arms, the couple on T.V. screen.
Jimin felt drawn to how their faces blossomed into between smiles.
Eyes met eyes, bodies pressed. They moved in a sync.
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath~
Bit you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight~
He was curious to know why do they look at each other like that? As if there is no one else around anymore. As if that person is very...
Jimin could never understand those feelings, that only grew him more curious and yearning to know it all.
Yet the boy could only stare at the screen helplessly.
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Blood Kiss
Fanfiction"Stay quiet or I will hurt you....bad" The words they were or death spells, Genevieve was surely in the worst possible place ever. "Your blood...it's irresistible" She gasped to the way his tongue ran over the split wound with blood oozing out of it...
