Bloodlust || m.yoongi

chapter 12

The morning arrived just as it always did, offering no clemency to the rosy dermis under your eyes that lingered after each muffled sob that had eventually simmered down as you drifted into slumber. To your surprise, your mind was blank that night, as was it the following day.

But it was a mind-numbing type of feeling, one of uselessness and despair that wracked your body from head to toe. You'd locked yourself in your room after having woken up in the living room hours before your roommate. Taehyung had knocked a couple of times, the worry seeping from his voice practically palpable, but you'd snapped at him, barking orders for him to "fuck off" and to "leave you alone".

It was regrettable, the words you'd said to him that day, but the emptiness that ate away at you from the inside made you too miserable to really care. The days passed by at an alarmingly slow rate to you — time had seemed to slow down so drastically that it felt that even you yourself were moving in slow motion.

Soon, the dreaded date of Saturday came around the corner, and you were forcibly dragged out of bed by Taehyung.

"(name), I am genuinely worried about you. Can you really handle going out right now?" he asked, his eyes clouded with concern.

"Yes, Tae," you said bitterly, putting on your coat and shoes as you headed out of the house at 7 PM. Regarding your past experiences, you'd expected yourself to know better than to go out at night nowadays, but the disoriented state you'd been in lately proved to be stronger than the small bits of judgment you had left in your worn-out frame. "I'll be back before you even know I'm gone."

Which was a lie, he and you both knew. The door shut behind you, and soon you were set off to the restaurant around the corner. When you arrived, you saw the man you've dreaded to see for a whole week; Hoseok. Standing in a tan parka, the air in front of him puffed white with every breath he took in the cold air and every drag he took from his cigarette.

When he spotted you, he quickly threw the cig to the floor and stepped on it, extinguishing the flame under his sole, the snow now stained with ash.

"Ah, (name)!" he said, coming over to you. "Our table's almost ready, so in the meantime, how have you been?"

His tone was sickeningly sweet, as if it were a blade dripping with honey, practically begging you to lick it and cut your tongue. Yet you fell for it anyway. "I've been...fine. You?"

"I've been quite alright," he replies, ushering you in as he hears his name called by a waiter. "You seem quite tired, but perhaps after eating dinner, you'll feel much better."

He was right, actually. After having consciously eaten something, your body finally felt replenished, and your mind was just ever so slightly sharper than what it was just a few hours ago. When he called the check, you offered to pay, but he insisted that he did — gentlemanly principles, he said.

And so, the date drew to a close, but he offered to walk you home, which you supposed was alright. Halfway to your house, however, he took you into an alleyway and pinned you against the wall.

At first, you didn't read much into his actions, but was still on guard. You could feel his breath on your face, and he moved his lips close to your neck. He licked it, running his tongue along your jugular vein. This made you flinch, but before you could say anything, Hoseok's voice became dangerously low.

"Scream, and I'll bite you."

Something told you he wasn't kidding, and it could've been anything from his eyes shifting from a rich brown into a dark red to the way wings were sprouting from his back like a creature trying to climb its way out.

"H-hoseok?" you said, voice trembling alongside the rest of your body.

He leaned back, but not without placing his claws on your hip. "You know, (name), you were supposed to be an easy kill. But that idiot, you see, keeps interfering with me."

That idiot. Somehow, you knew who he was talking about.

"Yeah, (name). Him. You know, he was supposed to have killed you long ago, but fuck, he kept stalling, and I was so sure he'd lost his touch. But then he killed a kid without hesitation, so I thought, huh, I guess he's just a pussy when it comes to you. So, being the great friend that I am, I guess I'll just kill you for him," he says, grinning a devilish smirk that bore him fangs. His eyes, so clouded with bloodlust, drilled fear into the depths of your soul.

"Why...?" you whimper, preparing for your death as you lose feeling in your legs.

"Why? (name), you're asking why, at a time like this?" he starts laughing, chuckling to himself as if you'd just made the world's best joke. "(name), we're demons. We live on blood, and obviously, human blood is what's best."

At this point, your tears started streaming and the fear of death overcame you as your mind went blank. There was nothing that could reach you now — your ears started ringing as your vision blurred. The last thing you saw before you passed out through the wobbling lens of your tears was the warped figure of your date turned demon about to kill you.

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an: hi lol

i wrote this in one sitting so sorry if its kinda ass i'm tryin my best to finish this story a ha ha

anyways rn i'm debating whether to give yall the happy ending or the realistic sad ending.. cus personally i'd prefer to make a more realistic ending, even if it meant ending it sadly lol

but what do you guys want?? tell me in the comments !!

k bye love you guys thanks for sticking around muah