Songs [BANG CHAN ONE-SHOTS]

Railway 🔞

A/N: We finally got the title of the song in BeyondLive yaay
The lyrics are taken from Twitter.

Supernatural AU, third person POV

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Ghost city. Dead of the night. The full moon was the only thing casting light to the abandoned streets, buildings, and vehicles.

Cool night air was charged with tension and incorporated with heavy breaths and low curses. Two people were the only source of life in that deserted city.

People left their homes and jobs a decade ago when a massive purge happened as the officials cleaned every city and village of those without supernatural powers. Genocide, one could say. However, nothing in full ten years was done to liven up the city, leaving empty houses, streets, and buildings to decay with time.

Another massive impact echoed from the rooftop of a skyscraper, the force sending both parties flying to the separate buildings. But he was first to move, jumping off the building and running into an unknown direction.

She sensed him running off but remained kneeling on the rooftop, catching her breath until she couldn't sense him no more. Her tight black clothes were ripped at some areas and she wished to take it all off as every touch of fabric felt tight and disgusting, the turtleneck shirt feeling suffocating, which was the main reason why she discarded her leather jacket a few streets ago.

Looking down at her short sleeved shirt, she noticed a hole just above her chest from which a silver pendant dangled, glimmering in the moonlight.

Hissing out a curse, the young woman curled her hands on the small opening and pulled, freeing her neck from the tight hold of the shirt and that way exposing some of her cleavage, her black bra peeking out of the hole but she didn't care... He knew every inch of her skin already.

After recovering for a few minutes, the girl stood up and looked around. The scenery was eerie, dead silence, which could be bone-freezing to some, but it only helped her focus and listen better.

They weren't animals or any sort of hybrids, but she could recognize his scent anywhere. It was so distinctive, so powerful, no other man possessed it.

Her head turned toward the abandoned train station.

A few powerful jumps got her standing in front of the stairs leading to the underground subway.

He was in there, she knew it. His unmistakable masculine energy filled every nook and cranny of the dark subway station.

Emergency lights casted faint hues of yellow on the concrete steps filled with debris, dust, and trash that the wind brought. Soles of her combat boots stepped on that sand and pebbles, creating small cracking sounds that echoed through the space. She knew he could hear her.

Stepping down on the platform, her sense led her to the train rails so she jumped and walked down the tunnel, her vision adjusting to the faint red lights shining weakly from the ceiling. They've been like that since the cleanse, shining in a warning light despite the traffic being stopped.

And there he was. One chair and one man sitting on it in the middle of the red-lit tunnel, in the middle of an old railway, his shoulders slumped and head lowered.

"Give it up, Christopher Bang, the chase is over." She declared, stopping for about ten feet away from him.

A weak yet mocking scoff shook his shoulders and he looked up. They were under the red ceiling light each, their features bathed in that soft yet provocative glow.