my blood | park seonghwa

five

It takes a moment for you to comprehend what you just saw. Subconsciously, you allow for Seonghwa to lead you inside the house once more. You barely make it into the corridor as your knees give way.

Seonghwa doesn't falter in movement as he wraps his arm around your side, managing to keep you on your feet.

Gently, he assists you to walk into the dining room, seating you at the head of the table. Your eyes begin to well up with tears, the imagery of that woman being decapitated playing like a broken record in your mind.

"I need you to breathe for me," The dark haired male speaks in a soothing tone. He crouches before you, resting a hand on your knee with his eyes flickering up to try and meet with yours.

"H-He broke her like she were nothing but a twig," You stutter, the waver in your voice taking over.

"Jongho has strength as his key power," Seonghwa starts but cuts himself off, noticing the pain in your eyes is only worsening. "You get used to it."

"What do you mean? Surely if you're so strong you could use your powers for good and not to tear people apart. What if she had a family?" You begin to ramble on, your lip a quivering mess.

"Her family was killed the moment she became Hongjoong's familiar. The payment to become a familiar is to allow the vampire to feast on them," The dark haired male speaks too calmly. "You have no idea how much I would love to get away without hurting anyone. I used to throw up when I saw anything like what you just did, but being the King means you don't get to escape from those situations. So you adjust pretty fast."

You don't respond, tears forming a steady stream down your cheeks as you look onward. As much as you wish you had the strength to strong together a few sentences, you simply didn't.

Both of your eyes soon narrow in on the crouched male before you as a thin line of blood can be seen trailing down his cheek. Seonghwa falters for a moment as he tries to figure what you're concerned about.

It isn't until the substance drips down onto his lips that he parts them, tongue reaching out to lick at some of it before he realises. He clears his throat and stands from the crouched position, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to dab at his eye.

"You weren't lying were you," You voice in a whisper. "When you said that was an old war wound." The dark haired male pauses for a moment, holding the cloth to his eye as he turns to have his back facing you.

"Perhaps I wasn't," He mutters. "Then again perhaps I was. That is a story for another day where you are more adjusted to this lifestyle. For now, I am going to rest. San should be here soon, and he can show you to your room. Goodnight, Y/N."

The way the second half of his sentence became quite rushed made you feel as though whatever story he was referring to, it was one of great emotion.

He doesn't wait to hear a response from you before stepping out of the room, soon to be replaced by the silver locked male. San smiles at you, even as your tear glistened face moves to focus on the ground once more.

"I would ask if you are hungry but based on the colour drain in your features, food is the last thing on your mind," He remarks before pulling up a chair next to you. He joins his hands together, resting them in his lap.

"He always leaves as soon as things get hard for me, there is always some kind of excuse for his sudden absence. Has he always been like that?" You disregard the latter's prior speech.

"Seonghwa has never been the best at helping mortals. Being a monster for so long means you lose the ability to recall how best to soothe or comfort a human. He holds nothing against you, he simply doesn't know what to do," San explains calmly. It had seemed as though he had been preparing for that question.