You're face to face with the stranger, his dark and mesmerizing eyes staring into yours. Your hand reached out for his cheek, and he flinches slightly to your touch but doesn't pull back.
"Why can't you just tell me your name?" you ask, your voice a breathy whisper.
He grabs your hand gently, moving it away form his face. Yet he doesn't respond.
"Are you...Why are you so secretive? What is it that's there to hide?"
He still doesn't respond, so you reach your other hand out for his. He snaps away, wings suddenly sprouting and fangs suddenly sharpening. His face morphs from the sculpture-like beauty to a mess of emotions, particularly anger. His face is now indistinguishable - smears of color and splatters of emotion. His eyes are glowing and his pupils are narrow slits.
His mouth is a grim line before it opens into a cavern of sharp fangs. He lunges, his fangs headed straight for your face. You scream, and before you know it-
You're awake.
In the living room, on the couch cushions you passed out on. You sigh in relief, you thought you were about to die.
To think that a dream of the stranger could turn into something so horrifying. His face, the face that had taken over his, it haunted you even after you'd exited the nightmare.
How agonized it looked, how enraged yet sorrowful it was. He was so gentle, so soft when he had grabbed your hand in that dream, that it made you think perhaps he was like that in person too.
But where did the inner demon come from?
Is he suffering?
Or...is he a demon?
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Suga grinned. He was successful. As a Demi, dreameating was a common skill learned in the later stages of being half demon half human. Suga hasn't tried it before till now, so the fact that it worked left a triumphant smile tugging at his lips.
He'd eaten the pleasant dream you were to have about him where "he" decides to open up and replaced it with the horror of a memory he remembers vividly of a dying demon in the chambers of Hell. The image of a demon crying in agony as he's cut open and beat to death. The screams of pain as blood splatters everywhere, a sword slashing away at his back. The curses of anger as the demon is reduced from a powerful being to a powerless one.
All in front of his old prison cell.
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"You know," Tae says, "You could go see Hoseok again if you're bored."
"Ugh, Tae. We are not going over this again. I am not in the mood for a relationship right now."
It's around 3 pm when you start complaining to Taehyung about your never ending boredom, and all he does is bring up Hoseok again and again.
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that," he snorts.
"You know what? I will. Why do you keep insisting I go see him anyways?"
"You need something to get your mind off that goddamn stranger that's why. (name), you're overly obsessed with that man. Whoever the hell he is, you can't be thinking of someone whose name you don't even know all the time. You need a distraction."
Your eyes soften as Taehyung expresses his concern. "Tae, I'm thankful that you care for me, I am, but you don't need to worry about me. And plus, I really am not looking for a relationship right now. Don't worry."
He shrugs. "If you say so, (name). In just worried about you."
You give him a pat on the back. "I know, Tae. I'll be fine, don't worry."
Taehyung nods as you head up to your room.
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Suga's sitting atop a tree branch in his ripped jeans and casual t shirt when a child runs into the tree trunk. The kid looks up, and spots him.
"Hey mister! What're you doing up there? You might fall!!" the child exclaims. "Don't worry!! I'm going to save you!!"
What was he, 7? 8? Didn't matter to Suga. Most demons don't know this, but from the countless people Suga has killed in cold blood, he knows that a child's blood last longer, supplies more energy. Something about the innocence and immaturity of the blood, how it's been exposed less to the cruelty of the world.
So, as usual, a child's scream echoes through an empty park with a circular hole though the child's corpse. Suga looks at it no different than he looks at any other body. He has no emotions towards those he kills. Similarly to a psychopath, he cares most about himself, and feels nothing towards others.
He leaps to the floor and walks away from the corpse, no particular destination in mind. There's no place for him to return to, no place for him to go, so he roams. A nomadic demon slaughtering whoever he wishes.
An uncatchable serial killer.
You glance out the window of your room - you could've sworn you heard a faint cry from the nearby park. Your brows furrow at the sound you thought you'd heard, then brushed it off, figuring you were hearing things. You refocus your gaze on the keyboard you're currently sitting in front of, hands hovering over the keys, though unsure of what to play.
There's been a whole lot of emotions going through your head lately. Stress and confusion are the two most prominent ones. Questions and thoughts race through your mind on a daily basis, and you keep thinking back the to dream you'd woken up from just today.
A peaceful dream taking such a horrible turn. That wasn't normal...was it?
"(name)! Dinner's ready!" you hear Taehyung call.
"Coming!" you call, though you were reluctant to leave your room.
You take one last glance at the setting sun before tearing yourself away from your workspace. Walking down the hallway, your mind still keeps bouncing back to the mystery man.
Who are you? Just...who exactly are you?
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a/n: right so i was reading the comments and iM sOBBING?? you guys are so kind ugh i love u all omg. ANYWAYS I FEEL BAD I TAKE SO LONG TO UPDATE :((
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Bloodlust || m.yoongi
Fanfiction"You've changed me in a way I never thought was possible." In the world of demons and devils, love is a dangerous thing to fall into. But Suga, an infamous devil known to be a merciless slaughterer, meets a girl in the human world and finds himself...
