Nadir ◈ Seungjin

45 ◈ Nightmares.

Forewarning:

The devil said, "I'm coming for you."

And Jisung whispered back, "That's gay 👹👹👹."

Seungmin is losing it. Hyunjin is dancing to get sturdy in the background. Jisung says vulgar Jisung things. That should be a good forewarning. Yeah. You get it. You get what I mean.

No.

Seungmin stilled in that vampire's hold. Locked underneath the widened concern dancing with the dark of the night. Frozen against the hand on the nape of his neck as his hand clutched down around his revolver.

Felix.

No.

But it wasn't only him, was it?

Those four.

All clad in that armor; Infamous midnight black hoodie, the protective jeans, those high-laced leather boots fastened around their ankles screwed in with the polished alloy steel plates on the tips and heels, the gloved hands hiding their claws away, the wolf bone masks carefully designed to hide their identities. The darkness of the midnight hour they wore like crowns adorning their heads, royalty to the vile filth of the world which lingered in these dark hours. The shadows which concealed those familiar features as his eyes searched them.  Glanced through Chan who watched him cautiously, looked them over Jeongin trembling with odd jitters in his glossy eyes, Changbin, fuck, he looked them head to toe, those murderers. Those killers.

I don't understand.

Seungmin looked back to Felix. Heaving breaths and a heart which wished to wreck within his ribcage. Back to those worried eyes holding him still as his heavy tongue managed to try, "You..."

But couldn't.

Didn't.

Where did he even begin?

What could he say?

"We can explain. All of this. The masks, the mimic cases, the voices, even Minho, we can explain it," Felix spoke quietly. Quickly. Pouring over both of them as the grip he kept on the human's neck fastened. Words barely whispered over the delay in his gasps, cascading down his lips while  Seungmin's world tipped. Filling up with a waterlogged foam as he swayed with it's power, wanting to fall to his knees, wanting to sink to the ground below, regardless of the supporting hand keeping him afloat. Regardless of the vampire glancing somewhere behind Seungmin, before pulling them a little closer. A little distance. Close enough to see the freckles on his face and the terror laced in his voice as Felix pleaded, "But you have to stay with us."

No.

The breaths which fell fast cascaded rapidly as a different feeling washed over Seungmin.

No, you fucking liar.

The numbness in his veins began to boil loud.

You LIAR!

All else he felt drained away. 

The numb drained off to anger.

He was angry.

Pissed.

They were behind the Mimic murders. They were behind the break-ins. They were behind the false voices. They were behind the warping figures stalking in the dark. They were behind the silhouette which terrorized him through the nightclub, the marina, the complex. They were behind the bone structure of that mask. They were behind everything. Behind every fabricated lie, every trap snared down on his ankles, every vice like grip that tugged on him, pulling on him, every sleepless night, every nightmare, every dull set of eyes that laid in the morgue, for what? For their games? Their entertainment? Their revenge? Was this worth it? So they could have a flicker of satisfaction?