WEREWOLF AU
Moving in was never easy, nor was it always the best thing to do. You realized the bitter truth when you moved to the old fashioned middle-of-nowhere Yangdong Village.
But you should always look for the silver lining, right?
Not really...
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Trapped in a crevice in between the walls of the murky alley, you flinched when his palms harshly smacked the concrete on either side of your head. Your body cowered under the amphetaminic influence of his compelling body heat. "Look at me." His tone was laced with desperation and concern, both of which you had never considered would be aimed towards you, especially from him, so foreign yet so familiar. Your body reacted in ways you had never known it could, with eyes snapping at the speed of lightning to meet his. The intensity that his gaze held instantly melted your body, and the notorious smirk that followed melted other places, places you never thought you'd want him to visit. Evidently, you had a penchant for being proven wrong.
Then, in a trice, his body lurched upwards as if an invisible force had thrusted him away from you. With the musky scent of his body no longer invading your senses, black dots clouded your vision and you staggered backward further pressing yourself into the concrete wall, trying to escape the increasingly overwhelming stench of iron that whisked its way towards you. Your eyes watered as they inevitably focused on the remains of the assaulter you once dared call your friend. Bile rose up your throat when you took in his mangled state, bones inhumanely protruding out from mutilated flesh at weird angles, eyes popped out of their sockets, his frozen lifeless hands clutching his intestines as they poured out of his abdomen, you forcefully swallowed it back down.
Your attention again swayed to your savior at the sound of a crack, a now-familiar one, as it resonated the empty alley. "Wooyoung?" He was as still as a statue, his eyes static and directed towards the night sky, you followed his gaze. The moon had reached the peak of its halfway, up between the western horizon and its highest point.
Another crack.
"Wooyoung?"
He didn't look at you, as though your presence was no longer something he was aware of. His head was thrown backward, face entirely towards the moon, the moon which his eyes seemed to reflect as they turned into a dreadfully familiar shade of golden.
Another crack.
"W-Woo-"
He doubles over in pain, clutching the back of his shoulders with both hands, gasping for breath, veins all over his neck and arms becoming disturbingly prominent. He threw his head to a side, eyes turning to their most glaring intensity the moment they bore into yours as he managed to painfully grit out a single word.
"Run."
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