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Bleed.

We all have blood running through our veins while we're alive.

We all have people we care for.

We all bleed.

But would we all bleed for another?

The following week after Namjoon had told his story to Iseul was different in a way. He didn't yell as much, but he beat her more often. They hunted every night together, keeping an eye out for Yoongi. He never showed up, and that brought relief to Iseul's soul. After hearing Namjoon's side, she had concluded that Yoongi was a horrible man and couldn't be trusted. When she looked at her creator now, all she saw was a lonely soul trapped in a monster's body. At least, that's what she believed.

She sat in the warehouse, as she always did, and imagined again what her life would be like had Namjoon not changed her. The more she thought, the more she snarled at the idea of being human. She had gotten used to the monstrous life she now lived. In fact... she had almost completely convinced herself that she was happy. Comfortable, even. Maybe she had...

"ISEUL!" Namjoon yelled as he stormed out of his office, slamming his door angrily. Iseul turned to look at him, no fear apparent on her face but plenty of fear inside. She knew what she had done and she knew he would be mad.

"Did you go into my office?" He growled, getting close to her face. Iseul turned her head only to be met with a slap on her cheek, knocking her head back to look at him. He shook her and slammed her against the wall, getting angrier by the second.

"I'll ask again since you seem to have gone deaf. Did. You. Go. Into. MY. OFFICE?" His voice echoed off the walls of the warehouse, hurting Iseul's ears.

"Yes, " she whispered.

"What?" Namjoon said under his breath.

"Yes, " she said louder this time, collecting the courage to look into his eyes. She saw the anger build in his eyes, shutting hers tight before his fist flew towards her head. Instead of the impact she expected, his fist collided with the metal wall beside her, making her flinch. She peeked her eyes open to find him storming away. He went outside and closed the door, locking it from the outside (as that was his way of keeping her there). Iseul looked beside of her to find that Namjoon had punched all the way through the metal. She shivered, knowing that could have been her head.

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Namjoon stormed through the streets during twilight, searching for someone to kill. He didn't care who it was. That is until he spotted a young couple holding hands. They weren't like the rest of the young couples, though. They appeared to have just fought; even though they held hands, the didn't dare look at the other or even talk. They walked in complete silence. Something, though he didn't know what, boiled deep down inside him.

Namjoon sped ahead, searching for an alley to stand in that was on their route. He found one and stood in the dark, waiting for the right moment to snatch their lives. He chuckled to himself, knowing that they were unaware of their early deaths. It brought joy to the angry soul inside of him.

They neared the opening of the alley, causing the excitement to swell inside of Namjoon. At last, he stepped forward and reached out his arm. He grabbed the man and pulled him into the cover of the darkness, his girlfriend never letting him go. They were tossed to a far side of the alley, dazed and confused as they found themselves on the cold ground. Blood streamed down the woman's face, struggling to regain her breath.

Ahead of them, they saw the same dark figure that Iseul had seen. This one, however, hadn't eaten yet and was surely hungry; though, not just physically hungry. No, he was hungry for revenge, for a relief. This was a meal he wanted to play with, to fuck up.