Blood and Devotion | Woosan (English version)

9 - Terrible awakenings

San jerked awake. What happened? Hadn't he just left work? Where on earth was he?

He realized he was on a bed. But it was not his bed. He had never been in that dark, ragged room in his life. He was terrified. What happened? Why did he not remember anything? Why couldn't he move? Had he been drugged and kidnapped?

He was totally panicked. Then the door of the room opened. Wooyoung. Wooyoung. It was him. As soon as Wooyoung saw that he was awake, he closed the door suddenly, throwing himself on his chest, holding him and bursting into tears.

"You're awake. You're really awake."

San still did not understand what was happening. He had never seen Wooyoung in that state. The tremendous relief he had felt at seeing him gave again way to fear.

He tried to call his name. He could not. It felt like a red-hot poker had been shoved down his throat. His throat was burning like never before in his life. He felt an indescribable thirst. If he had eaten sand he would have been less thirsty than that. Tears came to his eyes. What was happening to him?

Wooyoung, hearing him gasp, rose from his body. San continued unsuccessfully trying to utter words. His Wooyoung was looking at him with a desperate look that was frightening him more than anything else.

He began to stroke his hair. "I know it hurts. Calm down. I'll help you."

With that said, Wooyoung moved closer to him as he had never done in his life, bringing his neck to San's lips. San felt a strange sensation and turned his head away. With difficulty he lifted one hand, bringing it to his own mouth, feeling his lips and teeth. He almost had a heart attack. His canines felt like two razors. Was he dreaming? What did it all mean?

Wooyoung pushed his hand away from his mouth, holding his wrist, moving closer to him again. "Don't think, San. Follow your instincts."

What did he mean by that? What was he supposed to do? He felt like crying.

Wooyoung grabbed the back of his neck with his free hand, forcing him to lift his head and place his lips on his neck. What was he doing?

"Bite here. Come on, don't be afraid. Bite me. You'll feel better."

San tried to fight back, but Wooyoung held him down with surprising strength. San hesitantly opened his mouth against his throat. His sharp canines scratched Wooyoung's skin, and San felt a drop of blood against his tongue. At that point he completely lost control of himself.

He grabbed Wooyoung in turn, sinking his teeth into his throat, sucking desperately. He had never tasted anything like this. It was an indescribable feeling. He had never felt so euphoric in his life. The more he sucked, the stronger he felt, the pain in his throat disappeared, his mind became clearer. He had never felt better in his life.

After an indefinite time, he felt Wooyoung trying to resist him. San held him tighter. He could not stop, he needed to keep drinking.

"San...stop now. That's enough," he heard him say in a choked, pained voice.

Only then did San realize what he was doing. He felt himself chilling. He immediately pulled his mouth away from Wooyoung's throat. A gush of blood splashed into his face, startling him. What had he done?

He felt tears streaming down his face. What had he done to Wooyoung? How could he have hurt the love of his life? Was he some kind of depraved psychopath? What had he done?

He began to tremble. He was soaked in Wooyoung's blood. It was in his mouth. He wanted to thrown up. But why couldn't he? Why didn't he feel disgusted? What was going on?