Taekook Oneshots

Tokyo

This is a dream. It's gotta be a dream. There is no way that this is real life. It wouldn't be possible. How could I possibly live like this? It doesn't make any sense.

Oh sweetie, you have no idea how wrong you are...

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"And then he was like, 'I don't wanna make out with you right now, I wanna sleep' and I was like 'dude I am literally so much better than your goddamn sleep! Like, oh my god, how selfish can a boy be! And then-"

The girl's voice begins to blur in my ears, and my hunger takes over again. My vision whirls ever so slightly, and for a moment I just can't breathe. My senses have become so strong ever since I was changed, and I simply cannot understand why. I've been unable to eat proper food, living off of bland, disgusting toast and cups of coffee for weeks now.

But I cannot succumb to my instincts. I refuse to become like them. I can't do that to my friends.

A hand falls on my shoulder, and I look up to see my best friend watching me worriedly. "Tae, are you okay?" he asks gently, frowning slightly when my eyes don't quite focus on him. His voice is muffled, as if it's coming from miles away, and for a moment I cannot respond, too focused on calling back the rising carnal urge within me to run over to that (still chatting) girl and literally eat her.

"Tae? What's up with you lately?" my best friend insists, his grip on my shoulder tightening ever so slightly for a moment before relaxing. I finally compute his words, and nod quickly.
"H-Huh? I'm fine, Kook, seriously, there's nothing wrong."

He raises an eyebrow at me. "You've not been acting yourself ever since you came back from the shop that one day claiming you'd seen some guy get attacked or something like that. What really happened, Tae? And why were you questioned by the police?"

I shake my head. "Everyone at the scene was questioned by the police, that's all it was. It's not important, I guess I'm just a little tired, like we all are. That's not a crime, right?"

He sighs, turning his head to look around the whole canteen. "I just worry about you, hyung, you know that. You're my best friend, and it hurts to see you lose so much of your appetite over such a traumatic event."

Traumatic is the right word for it.

I bite my lip, shifting slightly in my seat when the voice rings in my head, and for a moment I wonder if I can avoid the situation. Then there's a small commotion over at the entrance to the room, and my eyes widen at the sight of a certain pair of male students walking casually through a crowd of students.

I need to get out of here.

But when I stand up to leave, Jungkook tugs on my sleeve. "Hyung, where are you going?" he demands.
"I just need some fresh air, I feel ill," I lie, knowing that the paleness of my complexion at this point will only support my story. He frowns.
"I'll come with you," he offers, standing up as well.

The paler and shorter of the two spots us both, and walks over, followed by the other male, perhaps sensing the painful hunger still growing within me. He tilts his head at me, and then his gaze slides lazily over to the boy standing next to me. A small smirk passes over his face, and my heart skips a beat out of sheer horror.