Fracture [Yoonseok FF]

● Fatal Attraction ●

"Fuck off." Yoongi mutters, rolling his eyes with annoyance as he turns away from Hoseok and continues to sip his drink.

A wide smile drags on Hoseok's lips, his gaze hardening as he keeps his composure, the urge to kill gnawing at him like a tick. He couldn't help but approach Yoongi when he spotted him from the dark corner of the club, his predatory instincts kicking in, his mouth already salivating and his cock twitching with images of this pale man painted in his own blood. Of course, after Hoseok fucks him first.

But Yoongi seems to be a challenge. The man was reserved, closed off. No matter, Hoseok loves it when they play hard to get. It makes him cum harder after he kills them.

"You should thank me. I got rid of that cop for you."

Yoongi stops mid sip, eyes widening a tinge, but he keeps his composure. Shit, has he been found out too? Fucking Namjoon and his expensive ass, making it fucking obvious.

But Yoongi chuckles, a small grin tugs at his lips as he drinks again, giving Hoseok the side eye glance. "Thanks." He mutters, playing it cool.

Hoseok leans in a bit closer, his tongue grazing his lower lip as his soft scented cologne brushes against Yoongi's nostrils, making the detective wiggle his nose cutely. "So what's your name? Or should I keep calling you kitten?"

"It's Yoongi." He says, looking over to Hoseok with a glare. "Call me kitten again and I'll break your pretty nose."

"Aww, you think my nose is pretty?" Hoseok pouts cutely, fluttering his long lashes. "Thank you. It's all natural too."

Yoongi rolls his eyes again and finishes the last of his drink before setting it down on the counter and checking his watch, already losing interest in the conversation. "Let's skip the bullshit and get to the point." He says, fully turning to face Hoseok with a glare. "Why are you talking to me?"

Hoseok smiles brightly and makes the first move, putting his hand directly on Yoongi's lap. "I'm going to be honest. I came out looking for a great time....and maybe have some casual sex." And a good kill.

Yoongi looks down at Hoseok's hand slowly rubbing his thigh, then back up to Hoseok, raising a brow but still keeping a serious expression. "If you came out looking for sex, go find it somewhere else." Yoongi grumbles, slapping Hoseok's hand away and getting up from his stool.

Hoseok stands up as well, grabbing Yoongi's wrist firmly. No way was he going to let this kitten slip away so easy, especially when his killer instincts were eating away at him, probing him with images of blood, Yoongi's blood.

"What's wrong? Can't handle a man like me?" Hoseok mocks.

Yoongi yanks his wrist away and grabs the front end of Hoseok's shirt, bringing their faces an inch apart. "Watch it punk. You're asking for trouble." Yoongi growls, eyes blaring with such dominance that it makes Hoseok internally laugh, because he'll be killing that out of him soon.

"You don't want this cock, bitch. I'd tear your ass so badly, you'll be needing Tampons for a week to soak up all the cum and blood that'll be leaking out of you." He growls with such a deep, husky voice that Hoseok nearly cums on the spot.

Oh, so this kitten is a top? Well, Hoseok is versatile. Top, bottom, it doesn't matter which way, as long as he feeds his addiction, he's good.

"That's alright with me. I'm into rough sex anyways." Hoseok winks, stretching out his arm and looping it around Yoongi's waist. "Let's go somewhere where you can show me just how bad you can tear my ass apart, that is, if you even got the balls to do it."

Normally Yoongi would never let some random punk get under his skin about something so trivial as sex, but Hoseok was different. That air of arrogance mixed with the sickly sweet tone of his triggers the detective, making him want to see this pompous prick with the nice ass watch writhe beneath him, begging him to stop.