ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕤𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 || NWJNS x F! Reader

9

₱ⱤɆVłØɄ₴ⱠɎ on September 22, 20XX

"Lucky for me, favoritism is still a part of the system now, isn't it?"

"I saw you."

"On that night, when Wonyoung came inside and bit Yujin, which ultimately resulted in her death, you were sitting outside. Looking through the goddamn window, and fucking smiling while the whole thing unfolded."

"Why the hell are you doing this?"

"Now then... What shall I do with you, Lee [Y/N]-sshi?"

Afternoon has already fallen, and despite your best attempts, you couldn't break free as your strength continues to elude you. Her lukewarm fingers twisting around your wrists, the smell of her lavender perfume assaulting your nose. Addicting yet that's beyond the whole point. It's a compelling scent that drains every feeling in your body. The moment her horrid laughter–guttural and vicious–reaches your ears, your eyes snap open.

"You can struggle all you want. Beg for your life even, [Y/N]-sshi. I want to see and hear you as my fangs pierce through that soft neck of yours."

Perhaps it's just inexperience. Or maybe your mind is still attempting to comprehend this. Regardless, the minute your eyes land on Minji, your entire body becomes frozen. It's in the manner her gaze bores on you. The look of utter desire and thirst. You've seen it loads of times, but the actual thought of vampires was absurd at the time.

Vampires, the undead, or any other supernatural beings–they're the faces of people you can longer reason with. And you know, the moment she laughs again and starts dragging her face closer towards your neck, it's already going to be the–

"Good night... [Y/N]..."

No. You can't die here. Not yet. The haze fades from your mind, and instinct kicks in then and there. With one powerful tug–something that requires almost, if not all, of your efforts–you yank your hands out of her grip and tackle her to the floor, ignoring the deep inarticulate sounds she fills the room with.

Within a span of a second, you're gunning for the door, grabbing the wrist of the handle, and leading yourself out of the infirmary. Into the empty hallway. Down the flight of steps. And right inside your homeroom. Despite all the wandering eyes and confused looks from your classmates, you waste no time gathering your things the second the teacher closes the door behind them, and in a short while, you're walking yourself out of school.