My Sire || Jikook

☆48. That Is You☆

🌼 WARNING ⚠️:

Depiction of Mature Content May Include;

▪︎ Blood🩸🤍
▪︎ Foreplay 🍼🍭
▪︎ Gore 💔💥
▪︎ Murder 💀🪓
▪︎ Nudity 🌷🌻
▪︎ Sex 🥂🦋
▪︎ Kisses 🧸🎀
▪︎ Sexual Tension 🧊💦
▪︎ Offensive words 🥀🕷
▪︎ Death 🪦👻
▪︎ 69 🌈😏
▪︎ E.T.C. 🖤🪧

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{A/N: I have this feeling that whenever I add specific warnings they tend to spoil the genre of the chapter. So, being a pain to all of your asses, I have decided to add everything with a 'MAY INCLUDE'. The Chapter may contain everything from the warning list or just a single thing. Find out on your own. 😏

Ps. I like to play with you all♡ also, I want comments (￢з￢)🔪...

Enjoy!}

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"What happened?" Jin asked as Han walked back into his wedding hall which was basically a ball-dance hall into the ship.

"Sire found the Butterfly... he is safe..." Han was saying until he noticed that priest sitting on a chair, reading a book casually and, Detective Park was nowhere to be found by him.

"Where is my Dorian?" Han asked one of those men presented in the room by the priest.

"He was trying to run to the deck, we stopped him so he ran upstairs to your bedroom" That man replied.

"My bedroom?" Han frowned. "How could you let him?! My room has a balcony!" Han pushed the man away harshly while abruptly running towards that metal staircase.

"But he can not escape from there without dying. That balcony just opens up over the ocean" Jin added after Han.

"Exactly!" Han gritted out while running passed the mezzanine and Jin just watched him with a frown.

Han abruptly broke into his bedroom cabin to find Detective Park lying in the bed, covered in sheets completely. His half of the bandaged forehead and hair could be seen uncovered from the sheets.

Han heaved a relieved sigh and his perplexed self calmed down as he watched the man with his fond eyes.

"What do you think? If you will pretend to sleep, you will escape this wedding...?" Han started as he walked into the room and found Detective Park's white sheer veil thrown on the floor. "We will reach Seoul right after the sunset, you have to be mine before it" Han gently picked up that veil and approached the latter.

"Come on, Dorian... let's go downstairs..." Han added to Detective Park. "Wear it until I'm asking nicely" He tossed the veil onto Detective Park who was lying on his side, not facing Han.

"Come on, stand up, Dorian..." Han emphasized but Detective Park didn't even moved a single muscle.

Han tsked irritatedly and suddenly hurled the sheets aside those were covering the man. And, his eyes widened as he found the half of the bed drench in blood.

Including Detective Park's white bridal attire, finding a knife placed beside Detective Park when his both wrists were bleeding badly on the bed. It was the same knife from which Han was slitting his own palm for the blood ceremony by the priest.

"Dorian?..." Han whispered as if he wasn't registering anything. "Dorian?!" He finally came to his senses as he abruptly lifted Detective Park halfway from the bed to check the man's pulse that was too weak.

"No!" Han abruptly lifted him off the bed in a bridal style as he dashed out of the bedroom.

"Get me the venturi! Open the emergency room! Now! His pulse is too low!" Han ordered as a yell as he practically ran down the staircase, getting his own white dress shirt stained with Detective Park's blood.