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"Very good," the greasy voice praises, watching as Jeongguk climbs up the smooth walls, looking like a demon from one's worst nightmare, his mouth is twisted up in a sick smile, bare chest painted with the blood of those who stepped in his path. He jumps down on a poor soul's head, his sharp claw-like nails dig into the person's neck, before he roughly pulls back, skin and flesh tearing like paper, under the force of the beast's strength. "Yes, Jungkook, very good. You have completed your training for today," the man, Chanwoo, praises. Jungkook agilely flips off, the now dead man's shoulders - as the lifeless body falls to the ground - landing perfectly on his feet.
"Creator, I have a question," Jungkook asks, shaking some of the blood from his hands and, licking some of the mouthwatering blood from his teeth.
"Yes, Jungkook?"
"Why did you allow me to get that boy, Taehyung I think his name is, number at that coffee shop?"
"Because, it's good for you to make connections, seeing as I'll be putting you under a few tests."
Jungkook steps forward cautiously, "what kind of tests?"
"I'm planning on putting you through a human's university, just to see how well you act around humans, on a day to day basis."
Jungkook screeches inhumanly loudly, the gravitas in his voice makes all the tables and the content on top, vibrate violently. "If you put me in a university, I'll kill them all," Jungkook snarls, his blood stained teeth showing, although Chanwoo does not flinch, nor feel slightly intimidated.
"You will listen to me, for I am your creator."
Jungkook merely bares his teeth more, acting like a wild animal. Chanwoo knows he's playing with fire here, as he knows better than anyone, if he abuses his power too much, Jungkook will soon find out that the play of his teeth, could easily give him freedom. But for now, Chanwoo will try to use the flimsy excuse of 'I am your creator,' to keep himself from being torn to shreds.
"It'll be good training for you, so you stop acting like some kind of beast, and more like a human; then maybe I'll be able to take you out, more than just going to a coffee shop."
"You didn't build me to have fucking tea parties, for little girls on their birthday, you built me to dance on their dead bodies."
"You need to maintain human composer, so you don't fucking loose your shit; yes you're built to kill, and that's what I want. But there are times where you will need to act like a human, so you don't expose what you are, and what I'm doing. This isn't exactly legal, what I'm doing."
"Why put that on me? Why not, just let me out when you want to kill?"
"Go to your cage, try chatting up that Taehyung boy. You know Korean now," Chanwoo orders, becoming tired of the argument, feeling like he is becoming a record player, put on repeat.
