Love Bite [Yeonbin]

VI

Slight nsfw-ish, enjoy reading!

A week has passed since that... incident. I don't know if you'd call it that, more like an awkward situation. He doesn't seem to bother what happened that day. Am I the only one worrying too much?

"Soobin hyung, do you want to do the project together?" Taehyun peeked his head out from behind me. "Ah, Sure, why not? I'll take the materials from the supply store then. I'll be going." I smiled at him and left. As always every subject is boring, listening to the teacher blabbering the same thing over and over. Sigh... could this day go any faster?

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"Where is it?" I searched the inside of my bag yet it's not there. "Did you left it in your locker?"

"No, I know I brought it with me awhile ago. Ah, I must've left it in the drawer then. Taehyun, go start without me. I'll be back."

"Okay, be careful."

"Yeah, yeah. I hear you." I left his room and went back to the school grounds. You stupid person! How could you forget that book? That was to due this week. I lazily walked up the stairs to class. Why is it so far?

I slowly opened the door, good, it's not locked. I went up to my seat and searched for it. Gotcha! Now I just need to head back and everything will be a-okay.

'Slam'

What was that!? A ghost? No, no, that can't be... there's no such thing as ghost Soobin. Be reasonable, you're all grown up to believe such things. The sound of footsteps drew closer with every breath I take. Calm down... calm down... maybe it's your classmates who forgot his stuff too.

I mustered up my courage and faced the direction of the sound. It was dark and I couldn't make out who it is. "Who goes there?" As the shadow stepped closer into the light, I could see a familiar face.

"Huh? Yeonjun hyung? What're you doing here? Did you forget somethi–" before I could finish, he slammed my body towards the window. "Wha... Yeonjun, the fuck?" His grip around my wrist was so strong that it began to hurt badly. "Stop joking around! It fucking hurts!"

I looked through his eyes, as amber yellow colour filled his boring brown ones with lust. What's going on... I peeked up the window and saw... that it was a full moon. Great... how did it end like this? Is he in heat? What should I do? I wanted to leave but the other won't let it.

"Yeonjun, let me go, now." I struggled through his grip multiple times, but he won't budge at all. "I said, STOP-!" in an instance, his lips began crashing into mine. Not letting me go, he bit my lower lip. As I gasped at the sudden gesture, he invades his tongue in and licks every inch inside, leaving no space in-completed.

He soon parted his lips and traced it down to the crook of my neck, sucking on it, leaving marks all over. "Y-Yeonjun... mnmh~ stop it..." Before I realized it, he bit down hard, sinking his fangs under my skin. I squint at the pain, warm liquid started flowing through my veins. Is he... injecting his pheromones? No... don't, I pushed his body back, but the strength I had was no match to him.

I was crying silently as I tried to hold in the pain. He then dragged me away from the window and pushed me down to the table, with my back facing him. The sound of fabric shuffling behind me was terrifying. Without warning, he pulled my pants and boxer down as I felt something cold was touching my bare skin.

I took a peek to what he was doing, and all I could see was his stiff member, twitching. "N-no, don't..." I pleaded in between tears, but he just won't listen. When his member went in contact with mine, swiftly, I turned my back and slapped him hard on the cheeks.

My breathing was heavy, cold sweat dripped down my forehead. As I looked at the red mark on his face. He froze in his movement and stood there, staring soullessly to the ground. I picked up my clothes and quickly put them on. I ran away as far as I could until I ended up in my own room. I don't care if I left my book there, I just don't want to go back. I'm scared...

I huddled myself closer, calming myself down. Why did it have to happen? I buried my face between my knees. Sobbing endlessly. Trauma started invading my thoughts, the accident during elementary school, the memories began to mess with my head. I crouched down to the floor, both hands on my head, telling myself that everything's fine.

No more... I don't want this anymore...

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