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❛favorite groupie...❜ ━━ ft. vamp! sukuna

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the last thing you wanted to do was go to a vampire bar just because your best friend’s favorite fanged band was playing. but you did.. and met a certain pink haired drummer whose way too cocky for his own good. luckily, you just love matching energy.

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this story is heavily inspired by the old show “true blood” that i am currently obsessed with. that’s where i get the idea of a vampire bar & the term “fang-banger.” you will see several vamp fics because they’re literally my favorite supernatural creature. also, sukuna is gonna be ooc cause i’m sensitive & can’t make characters too mean 😞. also this got longer then i wanted it to so it’s like 5k+ words. as always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes.

Arabian Night burned upon the decorated holder rested on your vanity, the subtle notes of hyacinth and carnation tainting the atmosphere— warming the area around you. Your dark eyes were glued to the mirror, staring back at yourself delicately gliding the tube of mascara along your lashes, careful to assure no product got into your eye.

“I can’t believe you’re really making me go to a vampire bar.” The words left your glossed and lined lips in a hiss, eyes rolling the moment you heard your friend attempt to defend herself on facetime. To be frank you didn’t hate vampires. There weren’t many differences between them and humans. They were both beings that simply fed on other things to survive.

A hamburger to a human was no different then blood to a vampire.

But, you still did your best to avoid them. Which was easy since they were limited on when they come out and most establishments didn’t allow them in. Your friend knew this, knew your justifiable fear of being some vampire’s next meal— yet urged and lowkey manipulated you to going to a vampire bar.

“They’re only here for a week! We’re the first place they’re touring— we have to go!”

Through many days of urging, guilt trips, and puppy eyes you caved; declaring it would be cool to see a vampire’s world or even interact with them. You were still scared but the fear was sure to melt, right?

You rose from the plush pink chair, stepping back into the view of the full body mirror pressed against your wall. Placing your glasses back on, you looked over your form, searching for any imperfections. The outfit was simple; a red cropped edhardy jacket, your lacey white bra poking out from underneath. You wore dark blue jeans with a red belt, white thong straps resting high on your hips. You pursed your lips a bit, gliding your fingers through the honey brown lace you wore, watching the curls bounce perfectly. With another glance over and a push of your glasses you were satisfied, sliding your sock covered feet into some white sneakers— grabbing your other necessary belongings shortly after.

You exited your home locking up behind yourself and heading towards your car. You would have driven with your friend but there was a chance she would end up under the arm of some hot vampire.

“Fang-banger..” Was the simple word that escaped your glossed lips, grinning just a tad as you turned the engine over. She would be pissed to hear you call her that.

After about fifty minutes of driving you arrived to the bar, the entrance surrounded by people. You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling the anxiety rose. Sure humans were welcome and you’ve heard relatively good things about this particular establishment.. but there were still vampires.

A being that could end you in a single bite.

The thought alone caused you to shiver, shutting your car off and squeezing the steering wheel. You gave yourself a few moments before pulling your hands away, releasing a deep breath and opening your car door. Exiting it, you closed and locked the vehicle; turning in time to see a bubbly woman rushing towards you.

You instinctively opened your arms, eyes rolling as she practically tossed herself into them. You grumbled as kisses were pressed to your cheek, your best friend thanking you over and over again for coming.

“Yeah, yeah— whatever.” You mused, ignoring her hands groping your ass. Your hands lowered to her shoulders, pushing back a bit. “The band is gonna start soon, right? Come on.”

“Oh, right!” She grinned, pulling away whilst locking her hand around your wrist. You were then tugged towards the bar entrance, your free hand gripping your sleeve nervously. Your eyes peered up at the woman beside the door, her red colored lips pulling into a tiny grin at the sight of you and your friend.

A very toothy grin.

“IDs?” She questioned in a velvety tone, eyes focused on you for a split moment— as if sensing your nervousness. You breathed, reaching into the handbag you carried and grabbing your wallet. There you grabbed your identification, passing it to her while your friend did the same.

The woman glanced over the cards for a moment before nodding, passing them back to you two. “You’re all set, have fun girls.” She winked, stepping to the side to let you both inside.

Your friend giggled excitedly as you entered the bar, your eyes dancing around the area. It was a normal bar really; regular tables, a medium sized stage, and a dance floor. People of many different ethnicities — and species — danced and conversed, enjoying drinks and each other. Seeing a vampire feeding in real life was completely abnormal to the point you couldn’t look away.

“Don’t stare so much, it’s rude.” Your best friend whispered, stealing your attention from the scene. You went to apologize, her only smiling and shaking her head. “Here, let’s get some drinks.” She led you over to the bar, the two of you sitting down as she gained the bartender’s attention. She ordered two simple shots, the man nodding and getting right to them.

“I just.. never expected something like this.” You murmured, eyes dancing about. You did your best on not focusing too hard on a vampire sinking their teeth into someone’s neck or a couple basically humping on the dance floor; instead finding interest in the gothic decor and paintings that depicted the bloodsuckers. You turned back to your friend after the once over, giving a nervous smile. “I expected something bad, I guess.”

Your friend shrugged, flashing a gentle smile— thanking the bartender once your drinks were placed down. “A lot of people do. They hear vamp bar and think the worst.” She spoke softly, grasping her shot glass, watching you grab your own. “Even though I forced you.. I’m really happy you came.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, clinking your glass against hers. “Whatever slut.” You downed your drink, listening to the small snort that escaped your friend before she downed her own.

During this the lights on the stage flicked on, members of the bar shouting in excitement. Your friend did the same, turning in her seat at the bar with the widest grin. “They’re here!”

You could only smile at her excitement for her favorite vampire band known as Malevolence. You forced yourself to listen to their most recent music to appease your friend and while you didn’t hate the songs, it just wasn’t something you could get into.

Sigh.. the things you did for friendship.

You rested against your palm, watching as four individuals trudging on stage. Your eyes traced their forms, not overly impressed until you moved onto the last member. The drummer. He was.. better looking then the other three. Tall with pink hair and a black undercut. He wasn’t slim but wasn’t large either, right in the middle. Along with his physique were tattoos along his arms, the rest of his body covered in a black muscle shirt, baggy pants for bottoms.

“Who’s the drummer?” You questioned, eyes glancing at the bartender and requesting another shot. Your friend blinked as she turned, flashing a smile.

“His name’s Sukuna!” Her smile morphed a bit, a little coy now. “He’s not well liked by the media. He’s a little mean.”

You believed her, given how he scowled at a few fans that shouted his name. Even snapping at his bandmates for something briefly. Any interest you had melted away in that instant.

You straightened as they finished setting up the stage, the guitarist stringing his instrument a few times. You smiled at the bartender as he passed your shot, thanking him and taking a swig.

Soon enough, Malevolence started its first song of the night— the bar singing along to the rough voice of the band. You had to admit, it was nice to hear live and see humans bond over their shared love for the music.

You didn’t totally regret coming here.

The band played for about an hour and a half, fans close to the stage attempting to touch and or be touched by the fanged members. It was all entertaining to see, you and your friend taking several videos for your social media.

They closed out their show around ten o’clock, thanking the audience. You cheered along with the others, grinning and turning to your friend. “That was a lot of fun. They sound so good.”

“I know right!” She giggled, completely geeking out about the band. You listened to her ramble intently, the buzz of the alcohol lighting your senses. During her words, however, she suddenly placed a hand onto her stomach. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right back!”

“Take your time.” You waved the girl off as she rushed over to the bathroom, body turning to face the bar. You unlocked your phone, scrolling through your social media for a moment, simply waiting.

That was until you heard the chair two seats down be moved, followed by an annoyed voice.

“Piss off already. I’m not interested.”

It was no surprise your nosy self turned to spot the one and only Sukuna sitting at the bar, waving off a few girls that surrounded and attempted to touch him. The dejected expressions that clung to their featured nearly saddened you, if amusement didn’t interrupt the emotion.

You took a long stare at the man, watching as he instructed the bartender to pour him a glass of some liquid in a tall dark bottle; not even thanking him once he was served. You hadn’t realized your eyes were still on him until the man turned in his chair, facing you.

“You need something? I already said I’m not interested.”

You blinked a bit, snapping out of your trance whilst placing your arm against the bar. You sucked your teeth, turning. “Do I look like a fang banger to you?” You questioned, tone a little rude. From the corner of your eye you spotted the man taking a sip from the glass, tongue gliding across his bottom lip.

“No.” Sukuna started softly, fingers tapping against the short glass. “More like some needy groupie.” His tone was mocking, watching in amusement as you turned to face him with a subtle snarl.

It took a moment for you to reply, raising your shot glass and downing the rest of the alcohol. The burning sensation covered your body, melting your usual filter away. “Even if I was a groupie, I would try to fuck the singer— even the guitarist.” You murmured, knowing his inhuman ears would pick up each word. “Not some vamp that beats on the drums.”

His eyebrows rose, releasing a breathy chuckle as he took another gulp from his glass. You watched carefully, breathing the moment you noticed the hint of red staining his fangs. How his tongue glided to collect the residue, clearly enjoying the liquid you now realized was blood. Sukuna’s eyes landed on you once again, the glass clinking against the bar the moment he placed it down.

“You got a lot of mouth.. defending yourself pretty hard too.”

“And you’re implying?”

Sukuna gave a crooked grin, tapping the counter to which the bartender stepped over to fill his glass back up. “You’re just trynna convince yourself you don’t want me. Scared of being a fang banger?” The vampire’s tone was mocking again, enjoying the way you glared and snarled.

“Please.” You hissed softly, shifting in your seat, ignoring the warmth flooding through your body. “Ain’t shit to be scared of. Vampires are no different from a human man.”

To your surprise the man began to laugh, hunched over the bar with his forehead nearly pressing against the brown wood. You felt your cheeks flush with warmth the moment eyes turned to your spot at the bar, sinking into yourself.

“Sweetheart—“ He begun, laughter ceasing into nothing more than a snort. “I assure you I’m different than any other human man that you’ve been with.”

“Why, because you’re cold with no beating heart?”

“No, cause I’ll fuck the attitude out of you permanently.” Sukuna responded far too quickly, watching you gape like a fish for a moment, finally deciding to keep your mouth shut and turning to face the bar. He smirked at this, leaning on his elbow and tilting his head. “Cat got your tongue?”

You closed your eyes, breathing softly. You weren’t a fang-banger, you tried to convince yourself; attempting to ignore how much you were closing your legs together— avoiding his eyes that just highlighted he knew what you were abstaining from.

But as a moment of silence passed you felt that restraint dwindle. Whether the alcohol, Sukuna, or just you being fucking reckless— any logical part of your brain was rendered useless.

So, while pushing your glasses up you turned to face his awaiting gaze. “Prove it.” You dared softly, tilting your head at him.

Sukuna’s mouth quirked, tongue running along his bottom lip as he turned to the bartender. “Put it on my tab. Hers too.” He spoke, rising from his barstool. His hands found his pockets, motioning for you to follow with a tilt of his head. Rather quickly — embarrassingly so — you grabbed your things, following close behind him.

“My name is (Y/N), not her.”

“Think I like sweetheart better.” Sukuna spoke, leading you towards a door stationed beside the stage. You shouldered your bag as the two of you entered backstage, coming to a hallway. Three doors rested on the walls, you following the vampire who lead you to the one at the end of the hall.

He turned the knob, pushing open the door to reveal a simple room. A black vanity, a red sofa, with a black coffee table in the middle. Sukuna closed the door behind you, watching you for a moment as you bent to place your phone and purse down.

You turned, breathing softly the moment he stepped close to you. Your eyes traveled from his chest up to his face, licking your lips nervously. The man tilted his head with a little smirk.

“You were so damn cocky at the bar.. thinking of backing out?”

The nerves seemed to melt in that moment, stepping a bit closer, rising up to allow your lips to brush. “Sukuna.. are you gonna fuck the attitude out of me, or are you gonna keep talking?” Your eyes flicked between his lips and his dark eyes, gasping the moment you felt a cool hand rising to the back of your neck.

Wordlessly he leaned down, planting his lips against your own. His kiss was rough, stealing your breath away all while his tongue bullied it’s way past your pretty glossed lips. The wet, long muscle curled and slid against your own, licking into your mouth and claiming it as his own. The messy sounds of your lips surrounded the room, your soft moans following.

Sukuna’s hand moved to rest on your throat, thumb pressing against it just to feel you gulp. You pulled away for air, hissing the moment his fangs dragged across your bottom lip, nicking the sensitive skin. He chased your lips for another kiss, licking away the little droplet of blood whilst moving you backwards.

Your hands rose to grip his body, feeling your back press against a wall. You gasped in his mouth as you felt his hand slide down your body, catching the zipper of your cropped jacket and pulling it down your body. The cool air brushed your cleavage, moaning softly the moment his fingers found your hardened nipple under the thin fabric of your bra.

You pulled back, head resting against the wall; whining the moment he pinched your covered bud. “Sukuna, quit fucking teasing.” You hissed, chest rising into his hand for more. The vampire grinned down at you, removing his hand from your breast to instead trail down your body, flicking the belt you wore; buttons of your jeans following.

Now with enough space his hand was entering your pants, two fingers pressing against your wet, covered slit. “Already a fucking mess and I barely touched you.” The drummer commented, face pressing against your collarbone, dragging his fangs across your warm skin. You whined as his fingers found your clit through the fabric of your panties, legs widening and hips rising for more friction. Sukuna chuckled at this, fingertips pressing against the swollen bud, rubbing harsh circles upon it. “Opening your legs for a vampire like this— oh, what a minx you are.”

“Piss off.” You mustered, attempting to keep your resolve in tact. You cried out however, the moment he pinched your clit, the light pleasure and pain melding together.

“Still mouthing off huh?” Sukuna spoke, pulling away from your neck, hand rising to grab your cheeks. His thumb pressed against your lips for a moment before pushing into your mouth, pressing against your tongue all while his fingers entered your panties. The man didn’t tease this time, covering the digits in your slick before sliding them into your damp entrance. He wasted no time in curling the digits inside you, pressing against your gummy walls and growing closer to allow his palm to grind against your clit. A toothy grin was sent your way the moment he felt and heard your muffled moans, fingers scissoring inside your messy pussy, the wet squelches entering the room.

The muffled gasp of his name escaped you the moment he added a third finger, thrusting the digits quickly; stirring you up inside. Your hand fell to his wrist, pretty acrylics digging into his limb, clawing up tattooed skin. Your legs shook as the moments of pleasure continued, eyes pinched close as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Your toes curled, stomach tightening as you grew closer and closer; pussy spasming around his fingers so intensely, he actually added effort to his thrusts.

“Su—sukuna, fuck—!” You whined against his thumb, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth, gagging the moment he pushed the digit farther into your throat. You were so close, squeezing him so harshly that it hurt.

And yet, you weren’t pushed over the edge. Because just when you felt like you would break, the man stopped; withdrawing his fingers before you could even think of finishing yourself off.

Your eyes flew open, glaring at the shit-eating grin plastered across his face. The moment he pulled his thumb from your mouth you were hissing;

“What’s your problem? I was so cl—“

“Did you think you could mouth off like that and I’d would reward you with an orgasm?” Sukuna questioned, head tilted, eyes sweeping your form. The man’s hand rose, fingers pressing into your cheeks and pushing; watching your messy lips pucker. “Fucking needy, looking at you whining just for my fingers.” Sukuna released your cheeks to instead grasp your waist, moving you over to sit on the couch.

The moment your ass met the cushion you felt the heat rise around you, watching in excitement at his hands tugging on the waistband of his pants. Thumbs hooking on the elastic, the vampire pushed them down, black boxers following. His dick escaped the confinements easily, resting tall and thick, beads of precum resting deliciously on the tip.

You bit your lip a little, breathing the moment you felt his strong hand grab the back of your head. “Gonna use that pretty mouth of yours for something useful, yeah?” Sukuna grinned, watching how easily your lips parted, tongue sticking out. His other hand grabbed his shaft, inching closer just to side his tip across your wet tongue. The moment you tried to wrap your lips around his dick, he was pulling you back by the hair— ignoring the whine that you released.

“Impatient brat.” He murmured, instructing you to lay your tongue out. You obeyed, groaning the moment he tapped his dick against the muscle, shallowing fucking your open mouth with just the tip. After a few moments of the teasing, Sukuna was flicking his hips forward; enjoying the way tears sprung to your eyes, hands rising to press against his hips. With no care for your well-being, the vampire began to thrust in your wet cavern, your soft hair spilling through the gaps of his fingers as he gripped it.

Your tongue dragged across his shaft with each thrust into your mouth, eyes closed as you breathed heavily through your nose. The sound of your saliva, gagging, and wet thrusts carried in the room; your hand falling between your legs to rub your clit, moaning around his cock. Your jaw began to ache from the relentless thrusts, the combined mess surely tainting the bottom half of your face— concerns that you could care less about.

Sukuna watched you carefully, gripping your hair, enjoying the way your cheeks would puff with each thrust. The moment he noticed your hand however, he was shoving his cock deeper, leaning to snatch your wrist. You went to whine, the noise coming out as nothing more then a wet, jumbled mess. He grinned above you, continuing to fuck your throat; “Gonna cry about it? Go ahead.” Sukuna snickered, gritting his teeth the moment he felt his orgasm getting close.

His head tilted back, breathing as pink strands rested against his forehead. Sukuna’s hips never stopped, heavy balls slapping against your chin as his grip on your hair began to ache. “Fuck.. such a good fucking groupie, letting me use your mouth like this.” Sukuna teased, feeling the vibration of your moans around his length. He looked back down, pacing increasing, strings of groans and swears escaping him.

The vampire pumped inside your wet mouth a few more times before he was pulling out, making a mess on your face. His come covered your lips, cheeks, and glasses; you quickly sucking up air greedily, tongue gliding across your lips to lick away his mess.

You breathed as his hand found your chin, raising your face to get a good look at you. Sukuna was truly satisfied with his work, grinning down at you. His thumb wiped some of the milky liquid left on your cheek, moving over to your mouth and watching you lick and suck his digit clean. “Mm.. that’s a good girl.” He praised, withdrawing his thumb and pulling your glasses off shortly after.

His hand slid to your throat the moment he pressed your lips together, rising you up a bit while you held onto his wrist. Sukuna’s tongue invaded your mouth once again, making it an even bigger mess. Soon he pulled away, staring down at you.

“Haven’t even fucked you yet and that attitude is no where to be seen. Maybe I shouldn’t..“ Sukuna was pulling away before you could even respond, reaching as if going to pull his pants up. “— looks like I already proved myself, right?” You quickly shook your head, reaching over to grab his wrists. The vampire laughed at this, coming closer to trap your form between him and the couch. “C’mon use your words, sweetheart. What exactly do you want?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring into his eyes. You were sure if you didn’t say anything in the next few seconds he would turn and exit the room, leaving you high and dry. You swallowed your pride, rising up higher to rest your hands onto his chest. “You. I need you so bad, Sukuna— please.” You gasped out, crumpling his shirt into your hands.

Sukuna listened to your pleas greedily, a permanent grin painted across his face. Just when you thought it didn’t work he was grabbing your shoulder, turning and pushing you to lay across the couch. Your heart beat fast against your chest, feeling the cushion dip as kneeled behind you. In one swift motion he was pulling your jeans and panties all the way down, revealing yourself to him.

The moment you tried to close your legs, his palm slammed against your ass; causing a cry to escape you, pressing your face into the cushion. “Don’t even try that. Wanted this so bad, you better fucking take it.” Sukuna hissed, grasping his length as he lined up with your fluttering entrance, carefully pushing in.

The stretch teetered between pleasurable and painful, rising onto your hands and gripping the cushions underneath you as you could do nothing but whine, body shaking. Sukuna sneered at your withering form, gripping your hips tightly. “‘M not even all the way in and you’re already losing yourself..” With a final thrust he was all the way in, resting deep inside your messy pussy, stretching you so pretty. You cried out the moment his fingers gripped your hair, pulling you into a deep arch whilst hovering over body, lips brushing your ear.

“Still think I ain’t no different then a human man?”

“Fu..fuck you.” You whimpered out, breathing heavily the moment he adjusted his hips.

Sukuna snickered softly, “You already are, princess.” With the continued grip on your hair he was pulling his hips back until only the tip was inside, slamming back in. The movement caused your body to lurch forward, gasping out and greedily sucking the air back up. You opened your mouth to speak, shutting up the moment another thrust racked through your body.

And another.. and another.. and another—

His pace was relenting from the start, fucking you so harshly your body bumped against the arm rest of the couch; nails digging into the cushions as shameless moans escaped you. Each time you attempted to pull away, to run— he was grabbing you back, slapping your thighs, ass, anything he could reach. All while speaking to you in that mocking tone, ridiculing you.

“Had so much to say yet you’re running..”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, the thought melting away as his thrusts ruined you. His cock dragged against your walls, fucking each and every thought out of your mind; replacing them with him. Your eyes were pinched close, drawls of his name and moans escaping your swollen lips. “Su—sukuna, fuck..!” You cried out, feeling yourself get close.

Sukuna’s hands kept a tight grip on your hips, bottom lip caught between his sharp fangs the moment you began to fuck back against him. Your ass shook with each bounce, the man zoned in on the erotic display. Fuck, you felt so good, way too good. The man sucked his teeth, hand falling to your ass cheek and slapping one, thrusting harder than before. “Greedy fucking pussy, clenching me so damn tight..” He dragged, a groan rumbling in his chest.

Tears sprung to your eyes, head going slack as a loud cry escaped you, creaming all over his length. The mess trickled down to his balls and the couch, soaking the cushion. Your tired body went slack against the furniture, feeling his thrusts slow, but never stop. A sudden tight grip on your hair had your reeling, whining as he pulled you back.

“I’m not fucking done with you.”

The vampire wasted no time and flipping you onto your back, pulling you down by your thighs and pushing them up to sink deeper inside you. Your hands clung to his wrists, crying out at the slight burn the stretch left you. You were given no time to think, the man resuming his fearsome thrusts at a completely different angle, ramming agonist a spot inside you that caused you to completely lose your mind.

Your hands went slack, lips agape as babbles and moans escaped your raw throat. Your eyes were meeting the back of your skull, makeup a mess with wet dark streaks running down your chubby brown cheeks. Sukuna enjoyed the sight completely, eyes flicking between your face and the way his cock slid inside your pretty pussy, the white foamy mess coating his length.

He leaned over your body, legs now held up by his shoulders as he continued to fuck you. “What a mess you are.” The man hissed, hand reaching to grab your chin. “Can’t even think straight can you? I’m fucking you too dumb huh?” He mocked, your sweet moans music to his ears.

Your hands rose to his back, gripping his shirt for leverage as you came again, painting his lower body with your mess. Sukuna laughed softly at this, still fucking you despite just orgasming. “Claimed you weren’t a fang-banger yet here you are, coming all over my dick. Such a liar, (Y/N).”

Your whines didn’t go unnoticed, the man’s hand falling to your waist and lifting you up a bit, drilling into you. His cock pushed against your cervix, the pain melting with each thrust inside. You barely even registered his fangs pressing against your skin until they entered your collarbone, a strangled whine escaped you.

The man sucked the crimson droplets that released from the wound, blunt fingernails digging into your skin; Sukuna slowly getting drunk off your taste. When he had his fill he was pulling away, licking up the residue and sealing the wound. His other hand grabbed the back of your neck, lifting your head from the couch to lock lips; the metallic taste of your blood causing you to groan— all while continuing to jackhammer into you.

The vampire was right, he was fucking the attitude out of you. You so pliable, gripping onto him as if he was a lifeline and you were in the open sea. Your legs were trembling, pussy clenching and clenching, as he swallowed the sweetest moans with his lips tainted with your blood. A fucking mess you were.

His mess, obviously.

A different type of clench entered your stomach, one that caused your eyes to fly open. You pulled back from the kiss to cry out, gripping him tightly. “Wa—wait, Sukuna— hah…— please slow down!” You somehow managed out, hazy eyes staring up at the clear distaste resting on his features.

He didn’t listen, slamming into you roughly, swatting the hand away that went to press against his hips. Sukuna tutted at the whine that escaped you, drilling you deeper and deeper into the furniture. “Make another mess, ruin this fucking couch.” He hissed, feeling his own end growing close.

You tried to hold it back, back arching from the cushions as black filled streaks continued to glide down your cheeks. Soon enough you could no longer contain yourself, the band snapping inside you as you screeched in pleasure; drenching the cushions underneath you, making a complete mess of the both of you.

Sukuna grinned at this, far too caught up in his own pleasure to release a snarky comment. Instead his face fell to your neck, thrusts becoming uncoordinated before he shoved himself deep, flooding you with his come.

The sound of your pants entered the space, your hands continuing to hold onto Sukuna. Your head fell back against the couch, eyes pinched closed and focused on regaining your breath.

Moments passed before the vampire rose, pulling his hips back, shushing the sensitive whine that escaped you. Once no longer inside, Sukuna’s hands dragged down to spread you more, watching pearly white beads trickle from your opening and down to your taint. The man smirked just a tad, eyes carrying back to your tired face.

“Looks like you’re a fang-banger now.” Sukuna spoke, watching you attempt at a frustrated face which melted away the moment his thumb slid across your slit.

“Fuck, Sukuna.. I’m too sensitive right now.” You whimpered, shying away from his touch. You gasped as he gripped your thighs however, dragging you farther down the couch.

Sukuna leaned over your body, resting on a forearm placed above your head. “You have seven minutes sweetheart.”

You rose an eyebrow at his words, adjusting yourself, “For what?”

The vampire grinned, curling a piece of hair around his finger. “If you thought I was gonna stop there, I fucked you far too dumb. I’m getting rid of that attitude permanently, remember?”

Your eyes widened, excitement and fear bubbling inside you. The man leaned down, stealing your lips in a deep kiss.

You were thankful you thought to send a text message to your best friend to leave when she wanted, given you didn’t leave the room until the bar closed.

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❝fair play intent❞ … yang jungwon

SYNOPSIS. yang jungwon is an assassin who’s infamous for leaving purple hyacinths by their unmoving bodies. What will become of an ordinary girl who stood in the same field he’d collect the ill-famed blooming beauty from? Would he ruthlessly k!ll the poor girl or seek solace with the guilt that burdened his shoulders?

GENRE. angst, fluff, gore(?), strangers2potentiallovers!au

PAIRING. assassin!jungwon x fem!reader ft. enhypen

WARNINGS. gore (it's kind of graphic?), murder, death, major character(s) death, vulgar language, a tiny bit of stockholm syndrome, mentions of blood, death, murder and assassination, lowercase intended.

WORD COUNT. 8.7k

NOTE. credits to my friend may for helping me out with the entire plot🤧this was fun to write though i just got done with writing fluff and now this would certainly be a switch up— enjoy!

Reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated!

Sat alone in the brooding darkness, jungwon sighed, wiping his face with his dirtied palm, taking the knife closer to himself as he wiped the crimson stains off the cutthroat blade. The slow patter of the rain sent a chill down his spine as he sat up straighter, the burner phone in hand as it began vibrating in his hold.

Placing it to his ear, “find park shiwan and kill him tonight. No evidence must be uncovered, i can trust my best man, right” said a gritty voice, seemingly modified, not to jungwon’s surprise. The guilt of another death weighed on his shoulder, not that it bothered him anymore, he’d gotten used to the mass of his sins.

With his older sister dead due to an unknown cause for years, his happiness was rather filled with a void. His parents never really cared what the boy was up to as he soon found himself working for a corporation as an assassin. He worked for days on end, never returning home, finding his feet at the base instead.

Not once in the two years did his parents call.

That’s how he knew he had no one to strive for yet he did, with the measly hope that his sister was alive somewhere out there. Standing on the sole of his feet, he reached the depth of his small bag, picking the violet beauty and next to the pool of blood beside the still body; a purple hyacinth.

The wailing siren within earshot, he slings the bag over his shoulder, booking it up the flight of stairs and to the terrace, ignorant to the thundering clouds along the rain hitting his stature. Sprinting to the other side of the building and sliding off the stairs, stopping to take a turn that ran along the wet metal. Drenched, he filed down to the alley and moved the lugging lid of sewers to the side, and went down the hatch.

He hated taking the underground routes through the stench of the sewers, stifling around till another corner and rounding the corner and up the ladder to the surface of the rubbled path. He pushed the overhead lid to the side and pulled himself up the stinky trench.

To his avail, no one was around, avoiding the sharp blade to an unsuspecting individual's throat as the viscous liquid oozed from the slit with the bloomed flower accompanying the anonymous figure's death. His red hair was damp against his forehead, and the dye slid down the slopes of his face, resembling that of blood though it was the mere raindrops pouring down on him.

The boy was rather irked as he lacked the blooming beauty, after taking the man’s life in the middle of the night, he’d take a detour to the field of the flowers in the crack of dawn and return to the base and remain in his room for something as silly as rest.

Reaching the building with closed entrances, jungwon threw his arms in the air before jumping and hanging off the railing and hiking himself up without a hitch. He pressed a hand to the sequence of glass doors topped over each other. Pulling out a pin, he stuck it in the keyhole, shuffling it around as it ticked open.

That was relatively easy. Steps down the room, he found Mr. Park dozed off on his armchair, and proceeded to pull out a gun from thin air, aiming for his head, intending for a headshot. Maybe all the days he slogged without a rest got to him as he tipped the glass vase it cracked and spilled the water, sending the old man awake in a jerk.

The man jolted to his feet, watching jungwon rise hunched over with a gun in hand. This sent the man into a frenzy as he clutched onto the lamp beside him and threw it at the boy. Jungwon stayed still, he believed in fair play and it was unfair that he’d started earlier, letting the elderly man have a go at him since the winner was always predetermined in jungwon's eyes.

Mr. Park ran, kicking his knee as jungwon crumpled to the wet floor, the man landing his hand on jungwon’s neck. He sent him flying back to the desk, the impact sending the weighted glass paperweight crashing on jungwon’s cranium as blood struck his voided face.

The man had the upper hand as jungwon lay below him, caged and strangled, leaving him wincing for breath. Now, that was his famous act, letting the opponent think they’d won and strike at them with a final blow when they let their guard down.

Jungwon brought the handgun to his temple, struggling to keep calm as he felt himself get lightheaded. Mr.Park's grip tightened as he disarmed jungwon of his weapon.

All for fair play.

The red-haired boy smirked, his canine peeking out through the rows of his teeth as he whipped out a pocket knife, bringing it to his neck, drawing a large slit through the slabs of loose skin. The harsh grip loosened as Mr.Park began losing sight of jungwon with his eyelids shutting while jungwon pushed the old man off him, a hand strangling the man, “fair play, mister. goodbye.”

His head throbbed yet he searched for the renowned flower, placing it beside the lifeless body with a sough. He staggered to stand upright, knees quivering to handle his weight like his mass increased yet a voice pounded into the side of his head, alerting him to flee from the scene. So, he did, running from the scene with a bleeding head to the deserted field. His vision was blurring, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten injured so severely but he found himself craving for the pain, it was refreshing, a new thrill.

The thick liquid trickled to his mouth, the salty taste sending a hiss from his mouth as he ran to the field in the middle of the night. He found himself smiling from a mix of emotions, though the voices in his head shouted the opposite. He ignored the muttering and yells advancing to the field located in the outskirts, not too far from the base he'd passed minutes ago.

He halted at the field, staring up at the seemingly clouded night as the rain poured onto the land. Jungwon was dizzy but it did nothing but fuel him to push himself off the ledge, walking through the throng of flowers, observing a figure sitting in the middle of everything.

She adorned long black hair, soaked from the rain along what looked like a long white night dress, back faced towards him. Caution took over the red-haired boy, he’d never once seen anyone stand in this field for all the years he visited the masses but he was proven wrong with a statue of someone quietly sitting down beneath the jet night.

Approaching her from behind, jungwon kept his footsteps sound as he advanced closer to the unfazed figure. His sight blurred as he gripped his throbbing head, blinking to regain his line of sight, silently hoping the figure wouldn’t sense his presence that stood behind.

Getting ahold of his senses, putting the handgun to the figure's temple, the figure being none other than you, taken aback, to say the least. “who are you? lie and i’ll blow your brains out,”

You smiled at his words, not that it’d stop him from doing so, “a stranger passing by,”

He cocked the gun, pushing it harder into the side of your head, his teeth gritting with a tight-lipped smile forming on his front. It was peculiar to him, that you didn’t seem scared nor did you yell from shock, you remained calm.

You watched as he withdrew the gun, clutching his bleeding head instead with a small hiss, staggering to the dirt-covered ground, crippling as it faded to black leaving him unconscious in your hands of you.

The trickling of his blood stopped as you kept a cloth to his head you'd ripped from your pearly white nightgown, not caring whether it ruined the piece, the unknown boy lying unconscious in front of you was more important.

You weren't exactly sure why you were helping someone who held you at gunpoint but it was probably his resting features, they looked soft and innocent. For, to you the red-haired boy had a story to tell, and no one had bothered to listen, so you'd offer to listen by helping him.

Snapping out of your dazed under the chilly night sky you hear the boy mumble something, clutching to the material of your gown, face scrunching in displeasure. Was he having a nightmare? You smile, scooting closer to the boy, it'd been a while since someone had just stayed by your side and didn't gain anything from you, all too familiar with the leeches.

He had attempted to hurt you but he didn't, and it's not like you weren't familiar with people trying to hurt you. You faced this since your mother left with your brother seemingly nowhere and that left you and your father. Your father lived away from you, with your stepmother he married not even a year after your mother left. He said it'd be better for you to live away from him, saying he was protecting you.

Not that you minded, unable to stand the heavy atmosphere with them and your stepbrother.

Though you didn't need the protection in all honesty, you just needed a shoulder to lean on. No wonder your heart felt deeply for the fallen boy. You'd fled from the lonesome mansion you were cooped up in, leaving the maids and personnel that looked after you behind.

You stumbled upon the field while you ran a few miles or so, settling to just wait in somber silence till the sun rose and see what to do then. That's when the boy you suspected to be around your age held a gun to your head. Curious about him, and his story, you wrapped the cloth around his head, tying it tight around his wound.

He began breathing rapidly, his chest heaving up and down as he rolled onto your lap, his hand gripping your dress. You placed your hand over his bright red hair, soothing it down in a calming motion, causing the boy to waver away.

His eyes snapped open, meeting your unfazed front with your hand still running up and down his hair. His eyebrows furrow as he swats your hand away, sitting up and flipping you to the floor beneath him, his hands hitching your breath, "i'll ask you once more. who are you?"

His voice was still but commanding, the qualities you'd find in a leader. You find the situation rather amusing, stirring a smirk, "a girl who ran away from home," you reply, coughing as his grip closes in. He takes in your reddened eyes, looking all too familiar to him. He blinked away and observed the dirt that covered your white nightgown.

Sighing, he let go of your neck, falling back to sit properly, allowing you to do the same, "i don't know what's your deal but go home to your loving family, and don't enter these fields again. this place isn't your type of scene." He stands to his feet, struggling to maintain his balance as he inspects the white cloth tied around his head, his eyes widening, alerted.

"was anywhere here while I was unconscious?"

"no, and if you're wondering, i tied that around your bleeding head," you say, standing and dusting the gown as you point to the cloth that hung over your knee where it lacked material in the form of a rough line.

He nods, placing a cap on his head as he pushes it low, bending to pick a few flowers and proceeding to put them in his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and seeing your gaze fixed over him. "go home." You grin, "take care of your wound, bye red-haired boy!" you shout to his receding figure under the now-rising sun. You turn on your heel and begin walking back to your miserable mansion.

Jungwon left without glancing back as he shuffled to the base a small distance away, wondering about the strange girl he'd seen. You didn't seem scared in the slightest when he held the gun to the side of your temple and even went on to tie a cloth over his wound like he hadn't held you at gunpoint.

You intrigued him, yet the fact you had a family to return to ignited a flame in his heart, and you dared to run away from them while he had no one to look out for him.

Arriving at the rather rundown base in the morning with the birds singing, he knocked thrice. “niki!” he shouted from out the door, possibly waiting for niki to get the door which the taller male did and sprinted off with a jar of jugs and mugs in his hand, serving them to the people inside. Right, one thing about the base was that it had to run a bar as a cover, so there’d be a ruckus above the confines of jungwon’s room.

Niki returned to jungwon, handing him a mug of seemingly another one of jake’s newest creations, “i don’t want to taste test—”

“i made it for you so just drink it, i know you haven't been home for a few days,” and with that, the younger boy took off as jake shouted table 3 in the near distance by the counter. Sighing, he gave up, sipping the brown liquid, taking the hint it was coffee that jake had prepared.

Niki, jake, and heeseung would usually cover the positions and alternately the other on the days they were not busy with their varied activities, such as killing people much like him. He walked to the counter and hopped over the counter and into the storage room, pushing the closed gate open and slipping down the creaky metal stairs.

The bar only made additional revenue for him and the other six boys who accommodate the base. The bar closed at midnight on the dot, leaving the boys to drive away any drunk customers, though most of them were here for suspicious deals as well, opting for this bar as it was near the outskirts of seoul which was good for the business.

Striding by the narrow hallways, he took a right turn down the dead-end, coming across an equally tired jay, who stopped in his tracks and called out for him. “come here,” jay ordered, dragging jungwon inside his tidied room, pulling out a medical kit, and tugging on the cloth wrapped around his head.

“so, who’d you stop by,”

“no one, i was by the field,”

“oh cmon, don’t be so secretive, who fixed you up,” he drawled, shooting jungwon a look with a smirk. “it’s nothing like that, i passed out in the fields, and someone patched me up,”

“i doubt you’d let anyone touch you though,” he retorted, wrapping bandages around his crimson-colored hair. “she reminded me of you; the same innocent look, the way her eyes glimmered were the same as yours when i first met you,” jungwon stated, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. The other boy stayed quiet for a while before replying with a chuckle, “someone’s falling,”

Jungwon stayed dead quiet, merely looking at jay as he finished bandaging his wound where his eyes held a certain coldness in them that told a story of their own, making jay’s chuckle hitch in his throat.

He cleared his throat, snatching the empty mug from jungwon, “i’ll go take over niki’s shift, you go get some rest.” Patting jungwon on the back he left his room, leaving a dazed jungwon to step into his room and settle in his bed.

He wandered his way off to dreamland, wondering whether you made your way back home safely. There’d be no way jungwon would fall, not after everything and everyone who’d left him behind without sparing a glance.

—

You stepped through the prickly rubble road and sighed as you reached the gates of your prison, sulking while your bare feet stubbed the ground repeatedly with your head hung low. Your footsteps came to halt as you heard the two guards speaking, your name slipping from their conversation.

“i heard they stopped searching for her after an hour,”

“oh really? no wonder, no one cares whether she's there or not, just like her father” he replies, laughing, making your face scrunch into confusion. You latch onto the pillar of the gate, leaning on it as you continue eavesdropping on their conversation.

“right, he kept her here because he didn't want any distraction between him and his wife, apparently he even sent away his stepson too.”

“oh poor girl, she's all alone,”

You feel your eyes water as you slide down the pillar and choose to just sit there feeling your will to go inside diminish after overhearing their conversation. You had no one left, all of them just chose to move on and left you behind.

A car that shined depths of persian blue rolled around just then, halting in front of your fallen figure, stepping out of the vehicle and walking towards you was a man you’d never seen in your life. “hello yn, it's nice to finally meet you though it's under such unfortunate circumstances.”

You stay silent, observing his actions, as he crouches down to your level, “i guess you already know that your father was murdered.” You maintain a poker face, processing what he’d just said, “and what makes you think i’d blindly believe your words,” you reply, scoffing at him.

He shows you a small smile, pulling out photographs and handing them to you. They were of your father, stained blood red at his office suite, your mouth falls open, as you feel your shoulders get heavier with more burden. “how…”

“a smart one, but i need you to come with me,”

You shoot him a look of disbelief, “i'm not going anywhere with you someone i barely know,” He laughs, offering a hand to help you as he gets you to your feet upright, “i should’ve introduced myself first. I’m your stepbrother, doyoung,”

Shakily, you accept his hand, getting up to your feet, mouthing an “o”. “but why must i leave?"

“for your safety, yn” he said, his face contorting to that of a determined demeanor, and those words made your front falter, sneering at him while he walked inside the gates with his hand clasping your wrist.

“we don't have much time, hurry and pack,”

“i’m not going with you, i’ll be fine on my own like i’ve always been. don’t think i don’t know you’re after the fortune father passed down to me,”

He stops in his tracks by the front door, the maids rushing towards as you free your hand of his grip, “fine, good luck with staying alive,” doyoung remarks while turning around and walking back to his car, and driving off. That was rather unfortunate news.

You huff, racing to your room and rushing to take a shower, which you did, leaving you dressed in something more practical. You were now a target with your father gone, and the thought scared you, you had to get moving. You pace to your bedside drawer, finding a key and unlocking it, whipping out a small yet proving revolver.

Stuffing a few of your things in a duffle bag you zip the contents shut and run down to the kitchen where the chef stood mindlessly, boiling something while he scrolled his phone. “you should leave,” you announce, picking up the different assortments of knives, the bewildered man watching with terror.

He scurries out, switching off the burner, a few others following him. You shake your head, leaping over the stairs to your room and grabbing the bag, whipping your head to the door hearing a loud noise, and then went off the explosive as you looked at the picture of you and your family by the door frame.

You fly to the floor from the harsh impact, many fresh bruises bleeding, a groan escaping your lips while you shut your eyes from the searing pain, the pain being unbearable. You knew you had a big red target on your head but you thought you’d have more time before they barged in.

You hiss, attempting to advance to the window, knowing you should get out before they get to you. You waver as you get up to your feet, slinging on the bag, your hands pushing yourself off the window and down to the ground, bearing the injuries and even more from the fall.

Impacting the ground, your eyes water from the pain, getting on your knees slowly. You hear a series of voices yell, “there she is!” from above your current position by the window. It hurt but you had to run to avoid costing your life, not like you had anyone to continue living on for.

You run from the place with immense, throbbing pain with tears streaming down your face. Would things have been better if you left with your stepbrother, or if you’d declined your father's request to live away from him and your stepmother..?

You catch sight of the field in the far distance, debating whether you should just lay there and leave your life up to those who wanted you dead for your fortune. You shuffle to the field, setting the bag down beside you as you crouch down to your feet, heaving.

You collapse to the ground, tears leaving the corner of your eyes as you stare up at the rather gloomy clouds with the sun peaking through occasionally, would it be wrong of you to hope that the red-haired boy would find you and take pity on your crippling state to help you just like you had to him? Even if he didn’t you wouldn’t regret patching him that day, moreso because the pained look hidden behind his cold facade was much like what you felt.

—

Jungwon felt a surge of uneasiness as he blinked his eyes open to the dark room, groaning while throwing his arms over his head and ruffling his scarlet hair. He huffs, sitting up in bed, and bore his eyes ahead into the void he beknownst his room.

This urgency forced him up and out of his bed, as he checked the time to be around 4 pm, at least he got a wink of rest. He undid his bandages, settling for a warm shower to get himself up and kick in after he brushed his teeth.

He stood under the steaming water pondering what this unease he was experiencing could be, the thought of it possibly being all the souls he killed lingering onto him.

The red dye faded and slipped onto his front so that it looked like blood, something he'd been accustomed to seeing, the red viscous liquid had imprinted itself into his mind since the first time he took a life.

He remembers staggering back and falling onto his behind as jay encountered the whole ordeal, the same amount of shock overtaking both the boys as they heard a wailing siren, overhead making them run for their dear lives.

It was dull throughout the alley, only shouts heard in the far distance, jungwon would've kept clear of the scene if he knew what awaited him solely a turn away. Stalking down the alleyway, he saw a man beating up a teen with his fists, the sight catching the boy off guard.

Not entirely sure what compelled him to stop the man from beating him any further, jungwon was thrown across the alley with his back hitting the concrete wall with his head buzzing. He felt anger, resentment, and bloodlust. He'd been assigned his first job not even minutes ago yet he was off-bounds.

He raised the firearm, aiming and gripping the trigger towards the man's shoulder, successfully doing as he earned a scream. Jungwon scrambled to his feet, yanking the frazzled boy with him merely for jay to get held by the material of the shirt, falling back down with a thump.

The man yelled at him before taking the metal piece in his unharmed hand and colliding it with jay's head harshly. Jungwon's eyes widened with shock as he raised his arm and shot at the man's head, rendering him lifeless on the ground with a puddle of oozing blood beneath him.

He watched the sight, his feet losing all power as he staggered to the floor, falling on his behind with a look of terror spreading across him as jay exclaimed, "medic!" bringing the boy back to his senses while jay faded in and out of consciousness.

Jungwon ran to the boy, slipping him onto his shoulders and heaving as he held him up in the air and took off to the base. The only place they'd patch up was the boy who was beaten and jungwon who killed the man.

Jungwon had heard an earful for killing the unknown man while jay went on to be treated and soon found himself at the base quite often, carrying out orders of his own. To think it took two years ago was baffling for jungwon because it felt like an awfully long time.

He sighed, hot breath escaping from his mouth, slipping out of the warm shower. He got dressed while his arms remained busy drying his faded red hair. He got out of his room, grabbed an apple, and headed out without a word to anyone.

It was rather unusual of him to act out of the ordinary but he went with his gut anyway. He stood by the field yet again, not sure what exactly he was doing, having finished the apple somewhere down the line of travel. He felt a breeze of fresh, chilly wind gush over him.

Maybe his gut was just wrong, he should probably get back instead of standing lonesomely. Jungwon shook his head, a patch of red in the distance catching his attention, jerking his head to a stop in that direction. He walked to the scene to inspect.

He rustled through the bed of flowers, crouching down to a motionless body with dried blood staining the material worn over. It was the girl from earlier, who looked all too familiar with soft glowing, innocent eyes which were now shut with red liquid dried over.

He was careful to place his hand under your head as he lifted your body into his arms while you stayed unconscious. He examined your wounds as some continued to ooze with the viscous material. Jungwon wasn't the best at being a medic, jay being the only person who’d patched him several times before, and, well, you.

You lay stunned, unable to help yourself and he had to make a decision and he had to make one fast, hearing two men shout in the distance calling out for you. Jungwon hadn’t carried any weapons on him, making him huff as you slowly stirred awake, grunting from pain.

He placed you down as the two men inched closer. The boy could just leave now and keep himself out of any trouble, not that he intended to help anyone but himself, helping others hurt him more than they helped him.

Pushed to the ground, he growled and pounded one of the men to the ground. Your dazed figure raised, hissing with all the injuries you’d incurred, pulling your bag closer to you and whipping out a smaller knife. It seemed incapable yet you had to work with what you had, seeing as the red-haired boy tackled one of the men, punching him fervently.

You stumble to your feet, shoving the other man off of the boy who almost beat the man beneath him to death. You shuffle to him, fighting off his grip, using the measly weapon to defend yourself which the man soon caught hold of and threw away, rendering your weaponless.

You bubble with anger, trying to fight the man off yourself, feeling an impact on your stomach making you cough, blood leaving your mouth and staining your lips a dull red. Tears brew in your eyes, the man overpowered your injured self, taking more hits while merely able to block them to the best of your abilities.

Jungwon pulled himself off the half-dead man, turning to your helpless figure with glassed-over orbs. Wordlessly, he pulled the man off you, packing a punch his way, a few of his teeth flying out from the collision. Clutching the discarded knife in hand, the boy climbed over him, raising both of his arms in the air, aiming for his gut. You gasp, scurrying to the red hair boy, gripping his arms, staring at him with a pleading look.

Jungwon freezes, pulling a blank, and turned to look at your glazed-over eyes, lips jutted, and your tear-stricken face. He held a poker face at the thought he’d want to find himself pulling you into a soft embrace, soothing down your long black hair. But jungwon wasn’t someone who could do that for you, and that thought sent him into a frenzy as he stabbed the man maintaining eye contact with you while the blood splattered everywhere.

Jungwon got to his feet, striding over to the other man who was knocked into a daze, preparing to thrust the rather blunt knife into his guts. “don’t,” your voice was frail, coming out more as a word of advice than a command. Unfazed, the red-haired boy carried on, with more blood painting him and his surroundings, leaving you stationary.

Swiping his mouth of blood, jungwon dropped the knife, the sun almost set with the sky turning dark with the boy approaching your shocked stature. He looked close to your sunken self, searching your eyes for something before uttering, “go home, please,” amidst the ravenous silence.

Your blank expression contorted into splitting anger, grabbing the collar of his shirt by your bruised fists with his face a mere span from yours, a stray tear rolling down. “i don’t have one, not anymore at least,” you spit, gritting your teeth as you spoke, loosening your death grip on the material of his shirt.

You lower your head, expecting no answer from the mute boy who barely spoke more than a few sentences. “come with me,” he declared, setting off with your crumpling state behind, crunching through the field. You attempt to hurry along, your hurt state making it impossible, “where to?”

“i'm returning the favor,” he replied, stopping a near distance away, waiting for you to catch up. You stand beside the boy, heaving from rushing over, causing jungwon to sigh and kneel to his knees, “get on, i have some business to attend to,” he ordered, remembering that he left his burner phone back at the base.

You comply with a small grin while he got to his feet and continued down the road as you carried your bag. Finding it hard to keep your eyes open, you seal them shut, your hands forking into his soft hair, “your name?” you inquire through the stillness.

“jungwon,” the boy found a sad smile creeping up his face, unable to remember the last time he’d talked to someone other than those at the base and his superiors, reminiscing the cheerful moments he once held. He hoped that it was different for you, finding it a bit out of place to wish well for someone but he let many things slide if it was you.

Jungwon grunts, taking the last step to the door, knocking on it thrice. The door panned open to reveal a boy not much older than jungwon with jet hair falling over his eyes. "come in. who is that?" he spoke, moving aside as jungwon hauled you inside, "can you get off now," he ordered, not trying to make it seem like a question.

You do so, struggling to stand upright, reaching for the deserted table beside you. Upon inspecting your surroundings, you whip your head to jungwon, "where are we? a bar?" you query while jungwon seemed to whisper to the other boy who looked foreign to you, and mused a smile as he caught your gaze on him.

The boy flashed a smile, his lips pulling into a beautiful smile. Flattering, but you had no time to think about that as you were being hunted freakishly and could die at any given moment. You put the antics aside, venturing past the two solely for jungwon's hand to find yours, halting you from doing so. "where do you think you're going?"

You gulp at the intense stare, gapping at your bare feet that were bloodied and ragged. He tugged you past the counter and behind a door, down another flight of stairs. You looked left and right, examining the rather dull painted inside of what looked like a bar.

He continued walking down a hallway with you trailing him, frightened by the plasma-stained walls. Jungwon halts and you fail to stop yourself, absorbed in the scarlet-splashed walls, finding your head crashing into jungwon's broad back. You move back, touching your forehead as jungwon gave you a side eye, knocking on one of the doors in the dim hallway.

The door clicked open, revealing a face you'd merely forgotten. With your jaw craning open, you stood frozen as jungwon moved aside to reveal your shock-ridden face, the person facing you mirrored it. You stumbled back, leaning onto the walls, your hand reaching for the material of jungwon's sweatshirt, gripping it tight.

The unnamed boy moved towards you, leading jungwon to step back with you with an arm raised to your right, blocking him. “jungwon, i know her,” he expressed, shoving jungwons arm back to its stationary position. Your back hit the wall as you breath paced, facing the boy, your eyes darting to his neck, finding the very same birthmark.

“jongseong?” you question, your eyes trailing up his birthmark to his face riddled with surprise, “yeah, it’s me, but what happened to you?” he motioned to your bruises, advancing and slinging an arm around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. You hissed, pushing him away, wincing.

“sorry, come in, I'll fix you up,” he said, his eyes meeting jungwon’s with a quizzical face, wanting answers to his several questions, an eyebrow arched. Jungwon shook his head and turned to his room that was further down the hallway and began shuffling away.

You watch his broad back get further as your orbs catch the blood on the side of his stomach, sending you in a weak sprint after him, stopping him with your hand around his wrist, “wait,” to which he faces you slightly with a tilt and turn of his head, “you’re hurt too,” you finish, eyes following the red stains on the side of his stomach.

His eyes follow yours, falling on the patch of blood on his sweatshirt, your hand lifting the material slowly, causing jungwon to jerk away and throw your tracing hand off of him. You stare at his unreadable face, “it's pretty bad,” you state, walking towards his retreating figure again, merely for him to inch back and raise his voice, “i’m fine!”

His sudden outburst made you flinch as you lowered your gaze, still watching his face fall from his short-lived temper. “i’m fine, so,” he dragged, blinking in a daze, “just go get treated.” He stayed in place, and for the first time you could see the emotion on his stoic face, but that of regret and sadness before stalking off in a hurried motion.

You remain watching his receding build disappear down the hallway and into what you believed was his room. “it's fine, yn, he's a bit moody,” jay echoes through the empty parallel straight of walls, heading into his room, calling out for you once again when he was inside.

You sit on his bed, finding yourself zoning out as he bandages your wounds, asking you to lift your arms as he finishes removing the pieces of glass inched in your waist. They were probably from the explosion in your room’s mirror. You let out a deep breath as he whips them out, placing them on a tray.

“what happened,” he inquired to which you sigh and replay the moments your stepbrother arrived at your house, warning you. “father is dead.” Jay’s face morphs into concern, “how— was he with you?” You shake your head, “he sent me away to live alone after he remarried, saying it was what was best for me. i guess it was, or i would've died too with him. now that he’s dead, everyone he had to pay back or had grudges against is after me,”

You can’t help but smile in irony, emitting a laugh from you as you sink, bringing your arms to your face. Jay places a hand on your back, drawing a huff from him, ”mother kicked me out after he found this drug addict of a man, who died.”

His words were short but said a lot. Being separated at a young age, you thought you’d never see your brother around again, yet here he was, an acquaintance of the red-haired boy at this odd place. Would you even end up somewhere like this? Killing for a living? Not that you believed you could make it out alive for that long.

You sat up straight slowly, pulling your brother to a hug, feeling the missing warmth return within your heart, showing a grin. “oh right. before those people came to kill me, my stepbrother, stopped by, demanding that i go with him,”

“he did? Then he was probably behind it, after the fortune, i guess,”

You hum, furrowing your eyebrows down, “should i just give up and go to him,” you mumble, looking at your palms and balling your hand into a fist. Jay perks up, “could you tell me his name?"

“kim doyoung,”

Jay flashes a grin, unknown to you, patting your back, “tell jungwon to come here,” he says, smiling at you. You nod, exiting his room, walking down the same hallway and into what you suspected was jungwon’s room, knocking on it to no response.

You click open the door, and enter inside, discovering his bloodied sweatshirt on the floor. You sigh, picking it up and placing it on the table, “jungwon?” you call out, hearing jumbling from inside a closed door, realizing he was probably in there. You sit on his bed, falling back on it and closing your eyes from exhaustion and pent-up stress, drifting off to sleep.

—

Hearing the coherent talks booming beside you, you groan, shuffling in the bed, throwing the blanket over your head as you unconsciously listen to their heated conversation led by shouts and anger. It was rather cold, feeling yourself shiver as another cold wave entered through the window, an unsuspected hoodie draped over you.

"you can't just kill people at your will!"

"what else was I supposed to do?! watch them threaten my sister?"

A frustrated snarl left jungwon, you guess, blinking lazily under the blanket, a soundless yawn parting from your mouth, till it clamped open at the next words you heard. "it doesn't mean you could just kill kim doyoung?!"

Who did what?

You jerk up on the bed, eyes wide as you look ahead, feeling short of breath while heaving profusely, jungwons cold gaze falls on yours but he was full of anger, something you hadn't seen. Jay stood still, his gaze held worry, he advanced towards you, lifting a hand to place on your shoulder, it slowly setting in and closer to you though you swatted his hand away.

"who killed him?" Your question drew silence in the room and a scoff from jungwon. "jay might know you and I'm not sure to what extent but you're causing more harm to the base and it's not helping we have doyoung's men tailing us."

"why'd you kill him? did you think I couldn't handle him?"

"no, but he's a threat to you, so i figured i'd help as your brother—"

"i didn't need help! i would've talked to him and just succumbed to his conditions, i do not need more people having it out for me jay!"

Jay quips his mouth shut in defense, his figure crumbling as he turns to walk away and out the door. "talk to him? like you can even protect yourself in the first place," jungwon mumbled, turning on his heel to walk out before pausing, "i think you can tell that you've overstayed your welcome."

He heads out of his room and up the stairs, the thumps echoing through the walls. You fume, jumping to your feet and pacing out and behind him. Jungwon passed over the counter of the closed bar, saying a few words to another boy present there. You jumped on and over the counter appearing in front of jungwon, an unknown owner's hoodie dangling on you.

You huff, staring him in the face and bringing a fistful of his shirt in your grip, yanking him closer to your face. The other boy who towered over jungwon by quite a lot gasped, the others in the vicinity standing to watch. Your face held a crystal clear expression of anger, making jungwon smirk, "what, did I make you mad,"

The mocking tone in his voice crawling up and beneath your nerves sent you boiling with newfound aggression. "i don't know why i let you help me anyway, i'd be better off in the hands of those who want me dead than with you," The red-haired boy's face twitches, walking forward and closing the gap even further, towering over you.

Your grip on his shirt loosens as your face turns flustered, walking behind till your hip hit the counter. Jungwon lifted the side of his smile, his canine peeking through as he placed a hand on your neck over your long hair, his forehead touching yours. He sucked in a breath to speak, pressing his lips to yours while he spoke, "then leave, princess."

He moves back and left without a second glance. Not only were his words insulting but he took part in pressing his lips to yours to speak and it wasn't even a real kiss, he merely connected your lips to tell you to leave?! You weren't going to stay anyways, since it gnawed at your ego.

You ran down the stairs and got your bag and trailed up the stairs again and left through the front door solely to meet jungwon at a distance from the door. You halt on your way, panning your head to look at him, "if you wanted a kiss at least don't make it so obvious," you state, scoffing, shuffling past him and back to the field and your blown-up mansion.

Maybe it was a bad idea but you'd rather just be kidnapped and get it over with, or even fight back if you felt like it.

—

You got what you wanted. You were kidnapped successfully! Yay! Yeah, not as fun as you thought, you were practically thrown around like a rag doll and then were unconscious before being put in this rundown warehouse where no one would suspect. Totally.

Sarcasm was hitting as you slowly came to accept that you'd be dying soon. Heck, you even missed that annoying little red-haired brat, though you hated his guts not long ago. To think you weren't even kissed properly in your life made you somewhat disappointed as you chuckled bitterly.

What you'd do to rewind time right now? To think you wished to be kissed properly by the redhead once before succumbing to death was amusing, he was a charming boy with a cold outside, and that honestly just added to his mysterious charm. Your daydreaming of the boy was short-lived as a man's voice boomed through the space.

"no one's coming to save you,"

"i know, just kill me already, waiting is just tiring."

"oh, but we need to see if your lover boy would show up," He said, eyes glued to the pistol, reloading his gun. "my lover what?" you ask, baffled by the words, lover boy. As far as you know, you didn't have a lover boy. "don't play dumb, my men saw it all and heard what you said to him too,"

You furrow your eyebrows, thinking about what he could be possibly referring to. You ponder over the thought, realizing what you said to jungwon then was overheard. "oh no, he's not my lover—" The door kicked open revealing the same boy drenched in blood, and you had a feeling it wasn't his.

"did you really have to be kidnapped right now," he drawled, complaining he just got off work not too long ago. You mentally groan as a man cocks a gun to your head, making you gulp down the lump in your throat. "whatever, you can just leave, remember, i said i'd rather die than be near you,"

"aw, cute but these people aren't here for you but me, darling."

"cut the small talk and get to firing!" Ordered the man a distance away, jungwon dashed past the people that rushed his way, being unarmed with his gun and mercilessly struck in the head by the back of a handgun. He winced, sucking in a breath of air through his teeth.

He staggered, making his way to you and falling to his knees to untie the rope clenching around your feet and arms, blinking rapidly to maintain focus. You sigh, "you said it yourself, all I do is cause harm. why'd you even come here when i'd rather die," you whisper, watching as the man strikes jungwon again with his foot causing him to lean into your shoulder, gasping for air as he successfully cut the rope tied around your arms.

"untie your feet and leave," he says while the man continues beating him up, handing you the knife silently. Your gut twists as you make your way through the rope tied around your feet. "aw the couple's rather cute, might as well let you both die together," the sinister man comments with a coo.

"first you killed your daughter, now you're killing your son, how lovely," jungwon expresses, sinking and attempting to cover you by cutting through the rope around your feet. The rope frees and you sigh with relief, "now leave," jungwon whispers.

"oh no, no one's leaving," the man says, "not until I make sure my son and his girlfriend are both lifeless."

His father? Why would he..?

You freeze, hearing his father cock the gun, jungwon nudging you to leave with all his remaining might, "LEAVE!" he exclaims, pushing you off him. You fall forward, the gunshot ringing in your ears as you lurch to the boy, clutching him in an embrace.

You feel the bullet pierce through your flesh, the hot liquid streaming down your shoulder as you continue to clutch into jungwon. "why didn't you leave…" his voice is feeble. "because i need my proper kiss,"

You caress his cheek, mustering to your feet, stumbling towards that monster of a father, kneeling and picking up jungwon's gun he was disarmed ere. Your right arm was shot yet you clutched it in your right hand, raising it to the man before you.

The sound of multiple guns cocking filled the still room making the man chuckle, "you all can leave, i'll handle these pesky brats myself," He announced, causing the others in the rundown warehouse to leave, just like you planned.

Not to get ahead of yourself but everything seemed to be going accordingly. "take your best shot, there's not much you can do with an injured arm," he stated, snickering. "please, just leave," jungwon pleaded from behind you.

You shut your eyes and exhale at his words, the thought of what you've been living for passing through your mind. You've always lived for the people around you. That's just how you've been till recently because they were the ones that left, thinking about themselves.

It was time you started living for yourself and it'd be a shame to die with no meaning. Maybe, even if you died, you wanted at least the boy to live, the red-haired obnoxious, cold boy to live. He'd been the sole reason you were standing there and not dead already. He helped you and you'd wanted to do the same, keeping you bandaging his head aside.

You smile, your right arm shaking from the injury as you pulled the gun back as you saw in movies, the clicking sound acting as an affirmation to proceed. The man seemed rather amused with your dedication and that's exactly what you wanted him to think. Your finger grips the trigger and you fire, missing the mark by a whole lot.

The man erupts with roaring laughter as jungwon sighs with a sniffle. "why didn't you leave," he says, slumping to the ground. Your smile drops as the man bends over laughing, giving you time to switch the gun in your arm. You hand the firearm to your left, cocking it once gun and readying your grip on the trigger.

Jungwon's father slowed inches up again, your ready stance going unnoticed reason, "silly girl, thought you really had a chance?" You scrunch your face, "yes," you snarl, firing the gun with the pistol traveling toward his head and breaking through. He drops to the floor, your hand letting go of the gun while you hit the floor with a thud.

You crawl over to jungwon, "i made it, didn't i," you express with triumph, managing to your feet and hauling jungwon on your shoulder. You carry the rather unexpectedly light boy out of the warehouse and to the road where a car stood parked.

"wait," jungwon says, the reverberation of his voice passing through your shoulder as he slumped against you. You halt with a hum, turning back to look at him, "i have to do something before we go,"

"do what?" you ask, pondering over his words. He stumbles to you rather quickly and leans forward, pressing his bloodied lips to yours, the connection sending a shock throughout your body, your lips moving slowly, your shock evident.

He pulls back, looking at you endearingly with a smile. A smile you'd never seen, and one you had been meaning to see. An expression that contained so much meaning and emotion, one you wanted to treasure forever. Not the night sky filled with millions of stars or the flower bed extending into the setting sun could compare to the beauty his grin held and you'd give everything to see it again. You had someone to live for besides yourself, and it was him, the red-haired peculiar boy you saw in the field of flowers and you would continue to see for the rest of your life.

What you remained oblivious to the fact that jungwon was the one who killed your father to get ahold of you, unbeknownst to him that he'd fall for the very girl he was ordered to capture and kill. He revolted against the order which brought you to the warehouse, kidnapped by his superiors. You lived with him unknown to the fact till he took his life years later along with yours, unable to retain the guilt he carried. Yet, he still loved you till the very end, to the point he'd kill himself for you, and he did, years later by his hand as you mumbled a quiet "I love you." to him, his reply the same with a croak. He died when his youth was dead, much like his tainted soul.

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