Nadir ◈ Seungjin

9 ◈ "Control"

Forewarning: Blood! Violence! Gore! Drama! Action! Guns!

I'm kidding :)

For now.

Some blood and some violence, plus swearing. But uh, definitely trauma? Not sure how to forewarn that one but man is definitely going through it the whole time. Long chapter ahead.

Hwang Hyunjin.

The fucking devil.

He smiled warmly at Seungmin, "It's been a while."

The human froze underneath that gaze.

Intense, the hints of the red irritation framing the pointed eyes. Chin tipped ever so slightly down. Darkening him. Shrouding him in more of that hazed mold.

The umbral black hair trimmed but loose, kept but hanging. Falling over his pleasant expression.

His fake expression.

Charming.

A Cheshire grin from his dreams.

A smirk from the pits of his nightmares.

Seungmin gripped the revolver harder. Finger lingering over the trigger as he aimed it at those rounded shoulders. Trying to steady the metal reticles on one fixed spot, instead of it's uneven sway.

His own chest heaving. Each breath scraping in his nostrils and throat. His spine scraping against the metal wall behind him as he leaned on it for balance against his wobbling legs.

His heart palpitating. Screaming and trembling behind the safety of his ribcage. The pulses telling him to run. An instinctual fear that coursed through him.

Shoot him.

Seungmin felt his grip shaking.

Pull it.

His finger wouldn't move.

It was too weak.

He couldn't pull the heavy weight of the metal trigger back.

"But you haven't changed, not even a bit, still stubborn and arrogant, fearless," The vampire laughed gently, the sound shooting chills throughout Seungmin's rigid spine. Slowly, that devil was shifting. His voice dipped low into it's gutteral tone. The dragging of a dead weight object against nailed floors. The sinking of a stone in a rumbling river, diving down into an abyss. The powerful press of hands pinning the useless down, for him to ruthless bite into with those sharp fangs peering beneath his lips. That tone stood strong, unflinching, each of his words as prickling as a spider crawling across his skin [A/N: hhhhhhh:((]. That gentle yet chilling voice continued to tease, "And what happened to your arm, hm? You're dripping everywhere."

Pull it!

Seungmin screamed to himself, his body quivering as he sucked in a sharp breath.

Again, his fingers didn't move.

His body locked up.

As Minho predicted earlier that day.

Why can't I move?!

He didn't realize the shadow lurking closer to him.

He didn't notice it, too wrapped up in his own mind begging for his body to work, until a hand wrapped around his wrist. Cold fingers encasing the drenched bone, it's touch causing him to squirm, to get away, to go anywhere, to slam his back against the metal wall and hope it would devour him whole, hope, someone would hear the slam of his bones against the hard surface rattling behind him.