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"Boo."
"Ah! What the fuck?" Chaerin screamed out, clutching her chest as she had the living daylights scared out of her.
The girl turned around, her hair whipping her face as she did so and lo and behold, it was him- the son of Satan.
When her eyes met his, his lips curved into a wicked smile and pointed teeth barred as his tongue slid over them.
"What do you w-want?..." She tried to come across as unfazed but the sight of his fangs caused her to stuttered out in horror, stepping back away from him. Jisung scoffed out a laugh and eyed the girl.
"N-nothing." He mocked, laughing at his own humour. "What? Is it scary, aw I am so sorry for scaring you." He cooed out tauntingly, watching as the girl gulped and averted her eyes.
All she could think about was the sharp edged fangs injecting into her skin and ripping her flesh diabolically as he took his time to kill her.
Chaerin shook her head of the intrusive scary thoughts, spinning around to walk as far away from him as she possibly could.
Jisung watched her amused, an eyebrow cocked up and his fangs grazed his bottom lip. He continued to watch her, as she wringed her wrists and goosebumps rose on her skin.
Jisung teleported without warning, ending up in front of her and the girl screamed out and screwed her eyes shut in absolute fear.
Her body crashed into his, unable to slow herself down as his figure popped up out of nowhere. Again, she hissed at the feeling of his hot demonic skin and Jisung sighed.
"You never learn."
"Please leave me alone, I didn't do anything to you!" She pleaded, scrambling away from him. Fear only amplified as all she could think about was the fact she was most likely about to die.
Jisung hummed and leant back on the lamppost. "You merely existing makes me want to rip you apart and watch you burn in agony."
"What the hell-" she stopped herself in shock of his words, staring at him in disbelief. Chaerin stomach churned and she blinked away the feeling of nausea. At her shocked state, Jisung pushed himself up and his shoes clicked against the floor with every step.
"I don't...I don't know you." Her voice trembled, cowering back into the collar of her hoodie as her hands shook.
Jisung let out a wry, empty chuckle. "And? Do you think I'll just leave because you said so? Listen here love, frankly I don't care about your feelings."
Chaerin was taken aback, clenching her fists to stop her fear as his wings stood tall behind his back and his eyes flashed the same crimson which caused her blood to run cold.
"I-" "You don't know how much I want to just, kill you."
Chaerin's breath hitched at her throat, a dryness conjuring up inside it and it felt as thought a pressure gripped around to stop her shaky breaths.
