ENHYPEN Oneshots

Sacrifice (Eat Me Up) | Park Sunghoon

FLUFF | Confession | Angstish? | Betrayl | Protective Sunghoon | Vampire Hoon | Historical ages, nothing modern | Standoffish Hoon, in the beningging, but bbg warms up to you | Royalty Sunghoon | Song: Sacrifice, eat me up |

Your kingdom had this malicious ritual to always send off an honoured sacrifice in the beginning of December to the forest.

A dark woodland surrounded your Kingdom's South border. The area generally did not have many houses for residance, instead built there were fortresses of resistence.

Resistence against the evil nature that resides within such dark lands. The moon doesn't shine within there, such impeccable silence that when you breathe it's as if everyone can hear you. Those of the brave adventurers who went in-and miraculously managed to survive-tell stories that have blown many people's minds.

A famous fairytale was of seven vampire brothers, who were of the royal family, yes the very one that is currently ruling.

There is a curse bestowed upon the royal bloodline that upon their death they won't die, but their bodies will transfigure into blood thristy, vampires.

So as a piece offering they send off healthy women in the frost of winter into the forst and make sure they don't escape back into the city-which they often times don't because they are blindfolded-the guards won't let them back in.

It was now your turn to become the sacrifice.

The king gave your family money, lots of, in exchange for your life-sadly your parents did not have a choice over this and neither did you-upon being blindfolded and taken out of your own home by force.

Your body felt sore. Chills run down your spine as your core churns and body shivers, goosebumps on your skin. Your hands hurt, legs numb, opening your eyes to find your vision covered by a loose piece of white cloth, that slipped down revealing your surroundings.

Glancing down at your bloodied hands, deep cuts on your palm, the guards must've had to use a lot more force than they expected.

You balance yourself, trying to trudge through this forest with whatever energy you have left when you feel a presence.

Blood running cold. 'Am I being watched?' Your mind was racing, breathing even more unstable, freezing on the spot, you felt your kneed buckle beneath you unable to hold yourself up much longer you drop to your knees, tears prickling at the end of your eyes, threataning to spill as you found yourself helpless.

You felt two ice cold, pale, hands pluck you off the snow, effortlessly in bridal style, thinking you're done for all you could do was close your eyes shut and silently mourn your own life.

A sense of sudden warmth rushed through your shivering frail body. "Don't worry, you're safe." Opening your eyes, the scene has changed. You found yourself, still in the arms of your saviour, but in an old castle before the fireplace.

"I won't feed off of you, sacrifice. I am not in need of blood and my brothers are not here at the moment, so you're free to leave." His voice so gentle and tone so stern, yet endearing.

You didn't feel any fear, discomfort or that near death dread that once appeared in the put of your stomach.
They were replaced with ease.

"Although, my lady, I advise you stay in the guest room. Let me treat your wounds, it is the least I can do for you." He placed you onto an antique velvet armchair and now you could get a better look at your saviour.

He doesn't understand this oddly warm discomfort in his stomach as he watches your eyes go from his bare feet to his long legs than to his pale white hands that rested beside his thighs, than his chest, neck, lips-where he felt your gaze linger longer than it should've-then his eyes.