𝐒 𝐔 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐁 𝐔 𝐒 | ᴋᴀɴɢ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ [𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘶𝘴]

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈

Yeosang extended his arms towards Jieun, who gasped at the sudden embrace on her tiny wrist. He pulled her towards his body, hiding her behind his back, using his figure as a shield to protect Jieun.

But, before he could do what he had planned, the demon reached for the girl's other wrist and wrapped her claws around it. The human Jieun gasped when her eyes landed in her wrist and noticed that there wasn't anything holding it. Still, she could tell for certain that something was holding it.

"W-W-What is going on, I-I don't understand..."

She murmured as she laid her eyes in Yeosang, who was focused on snatching Jieun from the demon's grasp. Those inhuman nails rubbing on the girl's skin were an eyesore, for Yeosang, and they gave him palpitations.

The demon smirked with eyes wide open. An evil laugh echoed in the apartment and in Yeosang's brain when she shoved her claws in the skin of the human's wrist, penetrating the soft flesh.

Jieun screamed and tore away her wrist from that invisible force, bringing it on her chest and soiling her tank top. Yeosang held her close to his chest so tightly that it almost suffocated her, but, at that moment, the only thing he wanted was to be sure that she was still there with him and alive. Aching and injured, but alive.

The Succubus pointed her bloody index fingers towards Yeosang and with deep, rusty and animal-like growl she bid goodbye to him.

"This is only the beginning, Yeosang."

She stated before disappearing into a cloud of red and black smoke. For Yeosang, it was like a breath of fresh air that filled his lungs and relaxed him. But that tranquillity didn't last long, since a new wave of frightening and worry filled his body when he lowered his stare and found Jieun bleeding from her wrist.

Carefully, he walked the girl on one of the kitchen stool and helped her take her seat. Once he was sure that she was sat properly, he dashed in the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit.

Jieun's sobs and whimpers never stopped, they kept filling the whole apartment even when Yeosang had finished taking care of the wounds. He had wrapped her wrist into thick bandages and gauzes, hoping that it would've stopped bleeding.

The girl's body was still shaken by her hiccups and Yeosang's heart was slowly breaking at the sight of the girl he liked suffering like that.

Especially when he knew that it was his fault.

Yeosang intertwined his arms around the fragile body of the girl, holding her closer in a ribcage-wrecking hug. Jieun tightened her grip on his hoodie as her sobs became louder and her body started to tremble.

The male whispered a long "shh" in top of her hair as his hands caressed the naked shoulders. He abandoned small and soft pecks on top of her head, before slowly reaching her ear to whisper.