his shield

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just as taeyong had predicted, jaehwan has the kitchen knife angled towards his wrist once more.

"i just want to make sure your okay" he speaks aloud. taeyong looks at me and i nod in reassurance.

"you were in pain when you left" jaehwan continues.

taeyong goes to use magic but i stop him.
"he knows of my existence so you do not need to worry about not being caught."

he looks me in the eye before turning around and knocking the knife out of jaehwan's hands.

"show yourself" he says firmly.

"well done, you're a shield" i place a hand on taeyong's shoulder. "i told you it would be easy."

jaehwan's senses automatically flee taeyong's body and take me over once more.

"what does this mean for you?" he asks me and i just push him in the direction of the stairs, leading to where we entered.

"for me it means that i have successfully trained another shield."

"seriously wonshik, what does this mean for you? your life?" he halts and stares me in the eye.

"i'm already dead. just go back to the institute taeyong. i have some business that i need to take care of before i come back."

he sighs, defeated and takes the stairs two at a time.

i remove my glamour and jaehwan curses as i appear from no where.

"can't you knock before you suddenly appear?" he exclaims and i chuckle softly.

"i'm probably going to die tonight" i mutter under my breath. this causes his eyes to widen in shock.

"what? why?"

"because i have broken two rules out of three" i begin but stop myself. "lets just focus on other things for now. i don't really want to talk about it."

"can i get you anything?" he asks quietly and i just shake my head slowly.

"talk to me" i say and take a seat at the dining table.

"about what?" he look at me in confusion and sits opposite me.

"anything, just speak."

"uhhhh" he raises his hand and taps his chin as he is deep in thought. "your not human right..."

"i was, before i died. i lived a normal mortal life just you are living now except that was nearly 700 years ago" i explain and he nods slowly.

"tell me jaehwan" i lean forwards and rest my elbows against the table. "have you ever fallen for anyone?"

"y-yes" he stutters and avoids eye contact.

"sanghyuk?"

"no, i've never liked him more then just friends." colour slowly darkens his cheeks.

"what about you?" he questions me softly and i lean back into my chair once more.

"i was in love before i died. you know, i had a daughter."

"i'm so sorry" he apologises and frowns, an expression filled with empathy.

suddenly the mark on my stomach begins to hurt. only a small pinching sensation at first but it quickly changes to feeling like it's being drawn on me all over again.

i snap my head backwards and wrap my arms around my stomach as i begin to scream out in pain.

"wonshik? are you okay?" jaehwan slowly stands from the table and walks over to my side.

"j-jeonghan, he knows i'm here" i say through gritted teeth. he is trying to get me to come back to the institute so he can punish me.

"who's jeonghan? is he the one who has been hurting you?" jaehwan pushes the table away from my chair and gently grabs my arms which are tightly holding onto my stomach.

"is this where it hurts?"

"you can't do anything" i try to tell him that there's no point in seeing it.

the only thing that will happen is that he will see my punishment mark.

"let me see" he says quietly and i scream out again.

"it's shameful" i pant and he just tightens his grip on my arms.

"let me see" he repeats, firmly.

i try to slow down my breathing as i unravel my arms.

he pushes them to my sides and slowly raises the bottom of my shirt.

"oh my god" he exclaims when he sees.

i look to see the mark, glowing and pulsing. what the hell is jeonghan doing?!

"let go" i tell him as the pain kicks in once more.
"go somewhere else you don't need to see this."

he just looks me in the eye and gently places his palm to the mark which is causing all of the pain.

i gasp as i feel his cold hand against my warm stomach.

he begins to slowly trace the mark with his hand which sends a pleasant feeling through me, dulling the sharp end on the pain.

he continues for a few moments and the pain stops. the mark settles and just becomes a tattoo looking object on my stomach once more.

"thank you" i breath as he pulls his hand away, allowing my shirt to fall down.

just when i think he is going to walk away, he presses his lips against my own.

A/N - what's going to happen to wonshik once he gets back to the institute?

thanks for reading!!