"How much courage you got there," was V's remark. Both had a stern look, gazes never leaving each other until Mark tried to claw on V's face. They fought with great agility, but do not forget the fact that V's is greater. Mark almost got all the attacks given to him while V just got some nasty cut on his face and arm. He wanted to untie the precious boy hanging on the chain but all the continuous assails of his opponent prevents him from even going near the corner. "You just chose the wrong person, baby."
In just a click, the playful look on his face has darkened. His eyes are something to be afraid of, like a deep pit hole that will swallow you whole anytime soon, leaving no trail of your existence. Mark almost got lost.
He got to attack first again and V jumped so high to dodge the attack and give him a powerful kick on his head. Once Mark has gotten up, he blows a fist and V was about to block it with his arm but a groan got his attention. He looks at the far corner to see Jeongguk looking at them and heaving.
The boy was having a hard time breathing and he himself isn't pleasing to look at: a thick, dark tincture circling his small wrists, his white skin covered in painfully big bruises and scars, blood staining his clothe, his soft muscles limp and abused, and his adorable face with a short scar that would not go unseen in the other's eyes. But despite all of these, V still finds him so beautiful. He then notes to himself that he had made a mistake—that protecting him should not be his responsibility, and that he should not be in his hands.
He was caught off guard and he feels something rock hard hit him. He falls to the ground and was about to gain his balance again but then there comes the continuous hits of the steel bat on his side. It was agonizingly painful, but not painful than what his heart is feeling, for it has decided to let go—that this is for the best, and that Jeon Jeongguk is not his to keep.
He knows he could not possibly protect the younger,
For he himself may cause him great danger.
They do not belong together,
And their paths weren't meant to cross one another.
So his heart is letting go,
And he is letting the boy go.
"Stop," Jeongguk yelps, all energy left was used. "Please. . ."
The cold, hard steel hit V's head again and again it unleashes blood, the thick liquid leaving stains on the bat and the floor, and his eyesight almost being blocked.
"Both of you should die. I don't care what the Queen might say. I just want you two dead and that is what I will do."
Too much talking done, V says to himself.
He then hears sobs. Beautiful sobs. He listened. The familiar voice hitting his ears. All the pain felt washed off.
He hastily stood up and gave the other jabs on the stomach. He held him tight by the neck, the beautiful flesh being pricked on by his long, sharp nails that could peel off a skin. The vampire was choking to death, but V knows the other deserves more than what is being done.
He chose not to say anything no more and just replace the beautiful boy with the vampire. The chain wrapped around so tight the pain was already unbearable as he was lifted off the ground, feet tied together with a rope.
His stare was sharp, as if it was trying to stab the chained vampire who had now lost all its boldness. But now it is trying to free its wings, a black material breaking away and tearing off its back, screams of pain echoing inside the dark room. But no, there is no way he would let him off. After all he has done, not to him, but to Jeongguk, letting him break away is not on the list. Only death is.
The other five vampires fought with Mark's other colleagues and apparently, they won. (a/n: i don't want this in detail so let's just say they won yay.) Jimin having his lips busted in which Yoongi kissed better, and the others some cuts and dark bruises which would really not take a day longer to heal. Soon they came inside the room and what a pleasant sight for them to see. A known whistle sound from one of them was heard.
"I'll let you guys take care of him."
"Well, thank you."
"You know what to do, Namjoon."
"Let me do the finishing strike!"
"Hoseok, please, now is not the time to play around."
"Who said I'll play around?"
Known smirks broke their lips.
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All the bruises and scars etched on his body were now getting lighter. It was as if those has never left him any pain to be fading so soon. It is so fascinating to see something very wounded be healing so fast. And that is what he wishes that our hearts could do, too. All the worries from the past be erased, and the pain once felt be gone. Completely. But to his dismay, it will be tamped with another.
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[knj]
"Tell me where Jackson is before you die, Tuan."
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