We Run Around With Monsters Under Our Feet [m.y+j.h]

12. FRIGHT.

Yoongi considered life in his well very slow moving. Although that wasn't technically true as before he knew it another victim was forced into his space. Days flew sluggishly. Passage of time was dawdling, never quite stopping but teetering on the edge yet seemed to move too quickly.

Times like when his next meal came down the well, everything was such a blur because eventually the sacrifices just wanted to die and the game no longer became fun. A year without food, however, was like waiting for a train that was cancelled. Seconds ticked minutes, ticked days, ticked forever. He had always wanted a clock, a strange request, to Yoongi it was a reminder that time was constant. That time wasn't irrational and played tricks on you because it's funny to see him suffer!

When the monster was first locked up he remembered how slowly everything seemed to be. Driving himself insane from the days that never seemed to pass. He eventually calmed down and it still seemed to drone past him. This time stagnant with the weight of guilt that crushed his bones from the inside out. He was a monster. Yet just as he was wallowing in his self-pity, a sacrifice was in the well with him. Dazed with hunger and mind clouded with the heady scent of human flesh he thought that the little game he loved to play was over too soon. Watching them cry in fear, worry themselves into madness, wishing for time to speed up so they could no longer feel the constant fear. It was as though time understood those people because it did speed up, rushing past all of them in a whirr of want. However, he knew that it was his lack of self-control that prevented time to move that little bit slower.

One thing that never happened was the two speeds of time interlocked. Never in his monster years could Yoongi remember where everything went too quickly and too slowly. The two things quite obviously never touched on ends of the spectrum.

Although at that moment, Yoongi thought the line of velocity curved until it was making a circle and the two contrary paces met.

Hoseok's body began to buckle. Body unable to hold up weight and he was falling. It all took place in slow motion yet too fast for Yoongi to comprehend.

The monster  was moving briskly, moving to a sprint to try and catch Hoseok yet halfway he wanted to give up as he felt too slow and useless.

Hoseok's body lay slack and heavy in his arms. Head rolling back to hit Yoongi's shoulder and Yoongi was never one to consider himself weak but there was a definite show that he hadn't used weights in a while. Sitting back against his haunches he let the human drape over him, wrapping an arm loosely against the boy's waist. "Hobi? What happened, hm?" His heartbeat increased, moving for the both of them.

Not hearing a response, Yoongi raised a hand up to the boy's hair carefully carding trembling fingers through silky soft hair. This was how Hoseok woke him up but Hoseok didn't have sensitive horns perched on his head like the monster did. He wasn't a monster. He was a human. A human who needed to eat. Who didn't eat. Who was starved and half dead in Yoongi's arms.

The monster's arm followed the path from Hoseok's scalp down and down, following a loose strand of hair until he was comfortably cupping his cheek with a calloused thumb making delicate patterns. "Hoseok? You need to wake up. Please? For me?" And he may have been feeling insane but he was certain there was unexplained nausea building inside him, creating a blockage in his throat. But it wasn't something he could shift. His throat felt raw with confused terror with curled fingers pulling his throat taught. With a single glance, he felt the noose around his neck tighten, creating stuttered heaves leave his lungs. "Hobi, please! I- I don't know what to do-" He gasped brokenly, "I need to help you- but, I, I don't know what to do!" Hot, salty liquid fell from his eyes and splashed against the boy's hair. "Are you dead?" But he knew the boy wasn't, monster senses tingling with the freshness of live blood coursing freely.

With his chin hooking itself over Hoseok's shoulder, he begged. "Please, wake up. Please." He couldn't stop the monstrous growl that left his throat in annoyance because why couldn't Hoseok just obey him? Obey him this once where he needs him and not in a way of 'I am going to devour you so I can survive' but need as in human needs. Oxygen and water. He would've stated the humans need for food but laughed at the irony of it all.

Rubbing his nose into the slack crease of his cheek, he noticed how cold his skin was. In fact, Hoseok felt cold everywhere compared to the blazing heat Yoongi was.

Now he wished that in his youth when he was given books related to human health, he paid more attention instead of ripping them to shreds. Studied harder and at the moment he cursed every day of his past.

The hand that still cradled the boy's cheek carefully rubbed continuous circles into the smooth unblemished skin. "Oh, my Hobi. I'm sorry. You shouldn't be here." And he considered himself foolish for the tears that carried on pouring softly, pattering against the boy like rain against a window. He cuddled to him tightly as if his inanimate figure could stop the tears but he knew, oh, he knew, that the only thing that would stop them was if Hoseok's eyes fluttered open again.

"I know you're just sleeping, Hoseok. And I hope you're resting well. But next time, let me know you're going to sleep. I don't think it's good for my health knowing you can leave this quickly." He sighed, finding great comfort in the wall opposite them both. "I don't think I can cope with you dying on me, if you were to die I'd want to do it... Wow, Min Yoongi, that's so possessive of you." The monster scoffed at his own words. "I don't mean it like that, Hobi. You know that. I mean I'd rather I killed you softly. That sounds stupid, fuck. I wish I could tell you what I meant." He wiped meekly at his tear-stained cheek. "I- I care for you, Hoseok. I care."

If you cared, Yoongi, you wouldn't have tried to kiss him this morning. You know it's best for him if he stays away from you.

If Yoongi could understand his own feelings from the morning's events, maybe he could apologise or beg for forgiveness but he knew what he was doing. Totally aware of the fact that he was trying to kiss the sacrifice. He knew what he wanted. And what he wanted was to feel the sublime pleasure of his lips on Hoseok's.

Was it bad that Yoongi was disappointed he never got a bite of what could have been? Something deep inside him ached because Hoseok's lips looked so plush and perfect  

"You should stay away from me, Jung Hoseok. As much as I want to feel you against me, I will be no good. You know that as much as I do. So I apologise for this morning I would blame it on the morning haze but I know it's because I'm truly intoxicated by you. It'll be hard for me, but please let's stay far apart."

As his head his the chair behind him, Yoongi was brought around by the croaking voice from in his arms. Dry raspy throat creating a husky voice: "that'll be hard Yoongi..." a prolonged pause stumbled across the silence. "especially if you're supposed to kill me."

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woooooohoooooooo it has been a while, my dudes. 

I don't really like this chapter but oh whale hopefully (???) it will get better.

I'm actually really sad because I've planned the ending chapters for this in full detail and only 8 more chapters to go :(

Sorry this chapter is so bad but I promise to do better, 

Lotta Love, 

K x