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hey guys, i’ll be putting alpha on a hiatus for a little bit to sort out life things, but i’ll queue some replies/anything i owe and i’ll slowly reply to messages as i can- so while things won’t be totally quiet for alpha, activity won’t be up to par for a while! 

and, a small welcome to all our new members! i’ll make my way to each of your IM’s soon, but for now... this'll have to do. i’d love to plot with all of you soon ;-) 

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i want the k

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–13. stomach kiss

there’s something sickeningly satisfying about the feeling of a fist connecting with his jaw; a painfully sweet thrill sending shivers down his spine. he can’t help the ragged laugh that escapes him when jimin’s blows land, a smirk pulling the edges of his lips up. this is the shit he lives for, the kinda thing that keeps him getting out of bed every day. cheap thrills, maybe, but god does that metal tang of blood in his mouth taste good. 

“oh, hitting heavy today are we?” alpha coos, tongue laving along his bottom lip. “what, did i strike a nerve this time? are you still as sore of a loser as ever, jiminnie?”

his taunting earns him exactly what he wants- aggression. he’s tired of soley being looked at with fear when he fights, and jimin’s eyes sparkle with something far more dangerous, the look of a predator, not prey. he doesn’t want to be treated like he’s breakable, like he’s worth more than he is. and jimin, bless his soul, never fails to deliver. 

for all jimin always plays like he’s sweet, like he’s innocent and unassuming with humans, with anyone- alpha knows the truth. he knows the anger that lurks, carefully waiting under the surface. and so he’ll taunt and tempt, stroking the fire until jimin’s temper gets the better of him and he’s indulging alpha in his masochistic tendencies. 

of course, that also means that alpha gets to hit without fear, gets to swing and know that whatever he hits, however he hits, is fair game. they’ve got an interesting arrangement, the two of them. something like a rivalry, something like a mutual penchant for pain. it’s so good though- god alpha feels as though he’s soaring when jimin’s bikaku slams into his gut, rips a ragged groan from his throat. 

“fuck,” he laughs out, panting hard and heavy through his mouth as he staggers to his feet. 

man, jimin looks gorgeous like this, wearing a mixture of blood and sweat on his skin, fleeting bruises and cuts creating and recreating art over and over. a perfect canvas. 

so when they go tumbling to the ground, as they always do, alpha takes a moment to admire the way jimin looks above him, chest heaving, eyes blown with anger, with something that pushes alpha closer and closer to temptation (and he always, always gives in). he watches, teeth glinting in the dusky lighting, tilts his head and gives a quirk of his eyebrow, challenging. and then, he hooks his leg around jimin’s thigh, grips tightly at his arms and flips them. 

maybe he slams jimin down just a little bit harder than he’d needed to, maybe he just wanted to hear the rough, forced exhale when jimin’s back hit the ground. the pain mixed with pleasure that drips like honey from jimin’s breaths is better, sweeter than any alcohol, than any drug. 

“you,” alpha’s voice is huskier than before, the beginnings of something near animalistic roughening the edges. “you look so fucking good like this. you’re almost too pretty.”

he pauses then, takes care to push jimin’s bloodied shirt up his body, admiring the temporarily marred skin below. he almost wishes that they didn’t heal quite as fast as they did, if for no other reason than to make jimin wear his marks that much longer.

alpha kisses down jimin’s neck, his chest, down to his stomach and sucks hard on the muscled skin there. he relishes in the sounds jimin makes, the jump of touch sensitive muscles under his teeth, lips, tongue as he maps out constellations on the soft skin.

“won’t you let me make you look prettier?”

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ghkai:

tonight, he was intoxicated. actually, there wasn’t a moment when jongin wasn’t drunk since he practically kept a dose of something addictive by his side at all times–a pretty girl, a pack of cigarettes–

without it, he felt quite empty, like a doll missing its stuffing.

he’d been wandering the party aimlessly for an hour and a half, dancing with girls in skirts too short and pretending to drink cheap bitter drinks, when he came across alpha.

“you too,” he grinned back.

of course at the time, jongin didn’t know him. all he’d gathered about him from the single minute they had spent in each other’s company was that they shared a similar sense of humor. fortunately, two-person mass murder didn’t have too many requirements.

he smirked, his head lifting up to reveal more of himself in the light. his eyes had already turned black and red with ignited hunger–a definite yes to the unspoken question.

from across the room, a young girl stared in horror. her scream, signaling the presence of a ghoul, pierced through the air. jongin flashed his new partner-in-crime one last grin before springing into action–sharp teeth, blunt claws and everything to die for.

ah camaraderie, alpha muses, mirroring kai’s grin with one of his own. it’s always refreshing to meet like-minded people, especially in places as bland as these, where there’s little more to do than play with the same boring kinds of toys. thankfully, they don’t need words to seal the deal here, and when the first shrill scream rings out, alpha feels that deliciously giddy shiver running up his spine. 

it’s about time he got to let loose a little. there’s only so much substance abuse can do in place of good old fashioned bloodlust, after all. 

he relishes in the panicked shriek that graces his ears when he reaches out to grab ahold of someone’s wrist, head tilting curiously. 

“what’s the big hurry?” alpha purrs, pulling the girl closer, tongue dragging along his lips. one of the tentacles of his rinkaku trails along her jawline teasingly, drawing out the prettiest broken whimper as the rough scales cut her skin. “the party’s just staring you know, it’d be a real shame if you left early.” 

he lets the remainder of his rinkaku’s tentacles wrap around the girl’s limbs, biting his lip to stifle a groan at the tears rolling down her cheeks. “whats’a matter, hm? you scared?” 

she nods, and he laughs, a dark kind of glee dripping from the notes. of course she’s scared. what else would she be? what else would he settle for? “don’t cry baby, i promise i’ll make it feel so good- you’ll forget how to do anything but scream.”

when she opens her mouth, to scream, to plead, all he lets her get out is an oh- before he’s sliding the tentacle in roughly, giggling a little bit as she gags on both her protests and her own blood. “look how pretty you are,” he coos, pulling her limp body closer to him and licking at the spatter of blood. “i kept my promise, didn’t i? now be a good girl and wait for me here. i’ll go get some of your friends to join us. i bet you’d like that,”

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gheunjae:

the ghoul’s teeth sank in more than eunjae wanted them to, but not deep enough; he could’ve pulled his arm towards himself and used that opportunity to punch this dick hole in the face had the guy not decided to step away. how disappointing – eunjae didn’t even get a single hit in.

already his muscles and veins are stitching themselves together, and eunjae can feel the crawling sensation under torn skin, painful when exposed to the air around them; and how rancid this air has become. the healing process, however, is significantly slower, and eunjae drops his arm (out of order, for now), clenches his fist to keep the blood flowing faster. maybe that’ll make it heal faster, too, but he’s no scientist, and he’s probably just making it worse.

“it’s not fighting dirty if you’re fighting for your life,” he says, bikaku wrapping around the leg braced for impact. and when the ghoul suggests tossing his groceries, he actually frowns even more. “i like food,” he mumbles at first, and even louder: “just because you can’t enjoy chocolate doesn’t mean you have to be bitter about it, you goddamn animal.”

so he lifts his fists – one where blood is dripping from the crook of his elbow, and another holding tightly onto the plastic bag – “come at me, bitch face.”

he’s actually taken aback at the insult the half ghoul filings at him, eyebrows raising in surprise. bitch face? really now. alpha gives a little sneer in response, widens his stance a bit and watches. for a moment, his attention zeroes in on the blood, heart rate spiking in excitement at the sight- before he’s distracted by that fucking grocery bag again. why the man insists on holding onto it is beyond alpha, but if he wants to crush all his damn food while he fights then so be it. 

“what a clever retort, first you call me an animal, then you resort to petty insults. i, for one, wouldn’t stoop so fucking low,” he totally, most definitely would, but that’s neither here nor there. “everyone knows little shit is like, a term of endearment- but bitch face? bro. you’re that offended over little human snacks? i do hear that they’re good but goddamn. you wound me.”

he can’t help but smirk at the irony of his words, eyes flickering briefly back to the wound he’d inflicted and back up to the man’s face. he’s not an idiot- he knows he’ll get hurt just as bad if not worse if he doesn’t keep his guard up. no one has a body like a statue without the muscles to back it up. it just doesn’t happen. 

“anyway, about the chocolate, dogs can’t enjoy chocolate either but you don’t go around yelling at them for it. let me dislike whatever i fucking want to, jesus dude i didn’t tell you to throw it in the trash can i just suggested sparing them getting crushed but whatever. suit yourself.”

that’s certainly the last time anyone will catch alpha offering some kind advice to a stranger.

he heaves a sigh then, assessing the situation briefly once more before deciding fuck it, and surging forward once again, rinkaku lashing out. that bikaku is gonna be a pain in the ass to deal with, unfortunately, but hopefully he’ll be able to avoid getting punched in the dick by it at the very least. 

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i want the k

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–4. forehead kiss

kiko has always intrigued alpha. from the way she moves, to the way she presents herself in every day society- so stable, so serene in spite of her countless murders, in spite of everything. really, it should make him bitter. he should resent her for being able to control herself in ways alpha has yet to learn. yet, for some reason, all that he feels when he looks at her is admiration. 

if he were to cannibalize, he’s certain the little bits of sanity he has left would slip through his fingertips and he’d get himself killed faster than he’s already on track to. thinking about it sends a little thrill down his spine, has his mouth watering for reasons he doesn’t quite want to think about (he’s always been self destructive, but he’s not eager to go out unless it’s with a bang). 

he’s drawn back from his thoughts when she shifts in her seat, hazy gaze focusing once more. she looks so at peace, writing away in this sickeningly quaint owl cafe- it’s not alpha’s scene, god knows, but if this is where she prefers to hang out then so be it- and he almost feels embarrassed at his own eagerness to meet up with her again. it’s probably a little bit unhealthy to be so fucking interested in another person, but alpha has always adored habits that leave him dizzy. 

of course, his free time dwindles all too quickly, as does the amount of time she’ll allot him to annoy her, and he rises from his seat. he’s not quite sure what possesses him to do it, but he’d later blame it on a need to extend his gratefulness to her for allowing him to spend time in her presence, when he bends at the waist and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead. 

“thanks for putting up with me again today, hope writing’s goin’ as well as you want it do.” 

with that, he’s out the door, walking a bit faster than he normally would, should she decide to throw something his way for the display of affection. for some reason, there’s a feeling of content that settles in his chest as he rounds the corner. maybe it’ll be a good day after all. 

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–2. cheek kiss

for all alpha’s shit, and for some reason unbeknownst to him, ahreum always manages to stick around and put up with him. it’s certainly not for lack of fuck ups on alpha’s part, nor is it for lack of testing her patience, but somehow he’s simply landed himself a small sliver of good fortune. today, he’s irritated her for his own amusement, just to watch her cheeks turn pink with a muted anger, to listen to her gripe at him. it might be kind of silly, but it’s a good reminder that he’s- that they’re both- alive. 

alpha’s learned to be grateful for the days where he can laze about, where the most excitement he gets is from petty bickering between friends (actual friends, not ‘friends’ who take the title because they want something). he’s grinning in spite of her annoyed expression, the cutest beginning of a pout that has alpha’s smile widening, almost a bit wolfish. she’s too precious. 

on impulse alone, he leans forward and gives her reddened cheek a quick peck (and maybe he made a loud, obnoxious smooching noise too, but he’d certainly deny it in a court of law), pulling back with a wink. 

“you know, for someone as menacing as you are when it comes time to wreck shit, you sure do have a way of lookin’ cute as fuck when you’re mad,” he reaches out to pinch at her cheek, giggling at the murderous look it gets him. “you gotta know that’s why i fuck with you so much, right? i mean sure, part of it is just me being an ass, but the other half is me being a sucker for cute shit. cut me some slack.”

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one k pls~!

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–21. then there’s tongue

the red light district isn’t alpha’s usual hangout spot, though that’s more for lack of ever traveling that way than anything else. tonight is different. tonight, alpha finds himself lounging, legs spread, eyes hooded as he regards the man draped prettily on his lap. he’s payed well for a private show, and he’s definitely getting his money’s worth- fingers gripping the man’s chin, using it as leverage to tilt it from side to side. 

“you’re a pretty thing, aren’t you?” he murmurs, free hand resting on the man’s thigh, fingers scratching slowly, oh so gently. alpha’s lips curl up at the corners, just enough to tease at a grin. he’s nearly salivating at the temptations before him, and he would certainly be an angel fallen from grace were he not already doomed to be the demon who drags them down. 

alpha tugs the other closer, the beginnings of a growl rumbling in his chest, possessive of something that’s most definitely not his to take. not here, anyway. but for now, he’ll play pretend (it’s what he’s paying for, after all) humming appreciatively at the delicate slopes of the man’s face, eyes trailing down his cheekbones, his nose, his jawline and then resting on his lips. when he leans in, grip on the man’s thigh tightening as their lips brush, the urge to sink his teeth into the soft flesh is almost obnoxious. truly, there’s something too intoxicating about holding a human in his lap- such a fragile creature- and getting to play. 

he wastes no time in slotting their lips together once more, licking into the man’s mouth almost languidly. alpha is grateful to get to savor the experience- most of the time he spends lip-locked lately he’s drunk or high or both, whereas tonight he’s neither- a low, pleased groan lost between their mouths. 

“fuck, i could just eat you up,” alpha breathes, eyes blown, lips swollen and slick when he pulls back to speak between kisses. “is it…” he pauses then, looks up through his eyelashes coyly.  “…against the rules if i have a little taste?” 

and if his words have a double meaning, well, who can blame him?

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

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"can you leave my house please?"

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“what?” he can’t help the way his voice shakes, struggling to get past the lump in his throat. 

truthfully, taehyung feels like his world is falling apart. with yoongi, he’s always just been taehyung. not alpha, not anything other than yoongi’s boyfriend. but now that the cat’s out of the bag and yoongi won’t even look him in the fucking eye, he’s left with the sensation of the rug being pulled out from under him. 

of course he never could have been happy with yoongi, no matter how hard he’d fought to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut that relationships don’t just work out for people like them. (for people like him.) he’d braced himself for the day yoongi found out- really, he had- but for some reason it stings so much fucking worse than he’d ever anticipated watching the love drain from yoongi’s eyes in favor of disgust.

“you want me to leave? am i suddenly that fucking different, yoongi? because i’m a ghoul you’re just not attracted to me anymore? all the time we’ve spent together just means fucking nothing now?”

he wants to lash out, wants to smack the look of horror right off of yoongi’s pretty, pretty face. yet at the same time, he wants to beg yoongi not to do this. he doesn’t want to believe that yoongi would be this kind of a person- just like everyone else out there, mindlessly terrified of something they didn’t understand. blinded by prejudices. 

taehyung takes a step forward, reaches one trembling hand out and fists it into yoongi’s shirt. he can’t tell which is worse, the sadness or the betrayal. it’s two sides of the same fucking coin and taehyung’s head is spinning. he wants to believe this is some kind of sick dream, but even in his nightmares he’s sure he could have never conjured up an image of yoongi looking at him quite like this. 

“fucking fine then, yoongi,” he chokes out, the edges of his voice ragged as he yanks harder on the fabric in his hand. “if all you want to see is a monster, then so be it. i’ll be a goddamned monster.” 

he always would do anything for yoongi, after all. 

taehyung leans in closer, eyes shifting into the black and red shades he’d always wished yoongi would never have to see. “you scared now? you think i’m gonna kill you?” 

he lets out a mocking, humorless laugh. “well, i never thought about hurting you. not even once, yoongi. but now? now you should be scared. i promise if i ever run into you again after this, it won’t just be me you’re dead to. it’ll be everyone else as well.” 

taehyung is lying through his teeth, because even with a knife through his back he’d never harm yoongi, but the anger makes it hard to keep from adding fuel to the fire. in the end, if his relationship is going to go up in flames, he may as well be the one holding the match (even though yoongi was the one who struck it). 

in the end, he should have known better than to think he’d ever be anything other than a monster in the eyes of a human. 

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"locked up because my eyebrow game was too strong,"

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“i’m sure that’s exactly why you’d be locked up,” alpha snorts, stirring his coffee idly. it’s been weeks since he was first able to finally, finally get a chance to sit down with kiko, and so far she’s done nothing but supply him with sarcastic answers to genuine questions. it’s driving him up a fucking wall. 

yet he would never even dream of expressing that irritation, because not only is she capable of killing him without so much as breaking a sweat, but he’s also determined to get onto her good side. he’s pretty sure the absolute last way to get onto someone’s good side is to continuously piss them off and then get frustrated over it. positive, even. 

“but really, there’s gotta be some kind of merit to all the stories people tell about you,” he continues after taking another sip of his drink, eyes sparkling in delight. “i mean, there’s no way you get a reputation like that from just having killer brows, y’know?”

her calm demeanor coupled with the quaint place she chooses to do her writing at would normally deter alpha from believing in all the hushed rumors. normally. but he knows better than to play into that- spotting danger from a mile away is his forte, after all. 

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"when i see stars i think of you. because you're only beautiful from a distance,"

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it’s not often that alpha finds himself being called beautiful, whether it’s in the form of a backhanded compliment or otherwise, unless one or both parties are drunk and trying to get laid. so hearing eunjae say that is nothing short of a shock. it takes alpha a moment to process, between being compared to stars- which is fitting, given how quickly he’ll probably burn out too- and the implication that he isn’t beautiful up close at all. 

“yeah?” he mutters, flicking the end of his cigarette and shooting eunjae a sidelong glance. “so what, am i gorgeous up close then, huh? if im only beautiful from a distance?”

his joke is a little flat, sure, but he’s on edge now. the rudeness laced in such pretty words is making him feel a little bit like he should bite back, but in all honesty he can’t when it’s true. he’s sure as hell not the prettiest person inside, not when he’s spent years and years cultivating the bitter shell around the small bits of decency he has left. 

alpha glances back up at the sky, watches the smoke trailing past his lips with a little laugh. he could say something like yeah, well you’re not even beautiful from a distance, or continue to give himself shallow compliments- hell, he could even comment on eunjae’s apparent need to keep an eye on him from afar.  instead? he just tilts his head back and takes another drag.

 “at least that means you think about me.”  even though there’s hardly any fuckin’ stars in the sky this far into the city anyways. 

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"get in loser, we're going sledding,"

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alpha’s gaze drifts between ahreum and the makeshift sled, perched precariously on a large hill of autumn leaves. there’s an uneasy curl to his lip at the idea of actually attempting to slide down the orange and red pile, given the likelihood of disaster via their sled toppling over and a leaf avalanche following.

 truth be told, he hasn’t done anything like that since he was a child, and nowadays the thought never even crosses his mind. 

but ahreum looks as though she won’t take no for an answer, and really, when has alpha ever really turned her down? (the answer is never, because for all his talk, he’s still weak to those fucking puppy eyes.)

“fine, but if we fucking die or something- dont look at me like that, i know they’re leaves but you never know- then just know i’m gonna be really pissed.”

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ghseulgi:

“ i have NO idea what you’re talking about. ” seulgi comments snidely. grabbing her usual drawing paper which was used for the basic sketches and attaching it to a clipboard, she smirks at his words. “ i can’t believe you in general. ” shuffling at the faint nudge, she playfully sticks out her tongue and sits down on her designated stool, rolling across the marbled floor to linger beside alpha.

“ oh my god. well i can’t blame him. ” she retorts, snatching a pen from the array on her workspace. beginning a faint outline of taehyung’s desired tattoo, it’s a good thirty seconds or so before she looks up at him with a cocked brow. thinking he was about to divulge somthing important she pauses, only to groan aloud and slap him on the thigh with the clipboard.

“ you’re so stupid. ” there’s a longer pause.

“ i mean maybe. he seems like he would’ve been a top though, he fucked a lot of people over for being an asshole to him. it’s plausible. ”  

“i think you do, though,” alpha singsongs in response, an amused little smile tugging at his lips. “and i’ll have you know i’m plenty believable, actually. generally or otherwise.” 

he watches her sketch, a bit transfixed as quick stokes of her pen turn into art. it’s always been incredible to him- seeing things like that come to life without even needing a heartbeat. of course, his fascination is short lived thanks to his need for annoying seulgi, and so the groan coupled with slap that graces his thigh is almost too good. 

alpha bursts into laughter, raising his hands to defend himself from any other possible attacks before slowly lowering them. “i’m actually pretty brilliant, seul, you just don’t appreciate good humor.”

he takes a moment to lift his hips and shimmy his pants down to below his ass, leaving his boxers still sitting snugly in place as he waits for her to finish everything up. 

“well like, can you blame him? its not like we don’t do the same thing anyways, y’know?” 

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exit wounds;

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gheunjae:

he would’ve forgiven the stranger for punching him in the gut, ghoul or otherwise. no human would actually do that if they just wanted to mug him, and anyway, no human could possibly punch that hard. the only reason eunjae could take it was because of the stupid health foods and training regime in the quinx.

heck, eunjae would’ve let this guy go despite the vulgarity. eunjae doesn’t mind that one bit.

it’s the loss of his beef jerky that has him distracted.

if he had more expressive emotions, they would’ve been contorted to that of horror. instead, he watches it fall through the air in that slow, brittle way towards the ground. and he stares at it with silence, hand frozen like he’s about to take a bite out of his beloved food.

“ah…”

teeth sink into his skin, and without him really wanting to reveal anything, the kakugan forms, all creeping black tendrils and glowing red eye. he doesn’t budge, and tightens his grip on the plastic bag he holds with his good arm. eunjae isn’t into exposing himself to any stranger during first meetings, but the bikaku tears through his skin and shirt without so much as a second thought, curling between his legs, part of it threateningly poised at this ghoul’s crotch, ready to snap upwards as if in a kick.

“that hurts.” and, in a mumble: “let go or i will crush your balls.”

the last thing alpha’s expecting is for his meal of the day to be a fucking half ghoul. just his luck. he glances from the man’s face down to the bikaku aimed somewhere he definitely doesn’t want it aimed (he doesn’t really want it aimed anywhere, but there are much less horrible places for it to be threatening) and back up again before he’s slowly taking a measured step back. 

“thats a low blow, dude,” he mutters, tongue dragging along the remnants of blood on his lips. the guy certainly doesn’t taste like any other ghoul alpha has had the displeasure of sinking his teeth into- he’d make a really shitty cannibal- though his composure is anything but human. “i mean i know i took a bite out of your arm, and i’d say my bad but it was definitely on purpose, but still.”

his body is screaming at him to finish what he’d started, to eat and eat until there’s nothing left, but the teeny tiny bit of self preservation he keeps locked away is choosing now of all times to rear it’s head. in all honesty, alpha is way too fucking sober for this. 

“i’d say we can just drop this and i’ll go find another meal, but that bullshit you pulled kinda pissed me off,” alpha sighs, kicking at the ground with his foot before shifting his weight. “so now that i know you’re a little shit who fights dirty, whaddaya say we get this back underway? i’ll even give you a second to toss your groceries over to the side- kinda gross, not gonna lie, but if you enjoy torturing yourself with human food then who am i to comment, right? to each his own i guess.”

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warning signs;

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ghkyungsoo:

it’s funny how the universe works. one second you’re saving someone who nearly killed himself right in front of your face, the next you find himself making your way to the bar where that very dumbass is waiting for you. it’s not that he objects, really. it’s just that the universe hasn’t been particularly nice to him from the moment he was born, so kyungsoo grew to be a cautious individual; always ready for the next surprise waiting around the corner. but with the way taehyung grinned just now makes him think maybe it’s okay to let loose once in a while.

“nice seeing you too.” he rolls his eyes as his butt lands on the not-so soft cushion of the bar stool. finally. a sigh escapes his lips before being replaced by the tip of the glass and he drinks. the alcohol burning their trail down his throat seem to unwind all the knots forming in his limbs after a day of work. “what do you exactly do to think you have the right to say that anyway?” a small quip with a hint of smile–he’s feeling generous today. he’s not exactly someone who likes mixing his professional and personal life together, but it’s actually a miracle how he hasn’t blurt out his job in his drunken state all these times. “you don’t strike me as someone with a 9 to 5 job. it’s probably the hair though.”

beneath all the ‘extremely friendly’ exchange they call as a greeting, the doe-eyed male actually finds their friendship almost like a breeze of fresh air. and it’s not like taehyung would get offended at anything he says or does. kyungsoo swears if he has to stay another second longer smothered in all those plastic smiles and feigned courtesy of his workplace he might start killing ghouls while singing barney’s i love you.

alpha’s hand flies up to his chest, a gasp of mock offense slipping past his lips. “excuse you?” he chokes out, impressing himself with his own sub-par acting abilities. “i’ll have you know that i was not only the one here on time, but i’ve got a job as well. one that i work very hard at. though 9 to 5 isn’t exactly the hours i tend to get. not to mention- they happen to appreciate my hair,” alpha finishes with a sniffle before breaking into a grin. “it helps with getting tips.”

“honestly though man, what the fuck? my hair is fantastic. your boring job would be grateful to have someone with locks as luscious as mine brightening the office.” his words taper into a laugh, and with a shake of his head the remnants of his charade fall away. 

“you’d better have a damn good reason for makin’ me wait a whole ten minutes. ten! you should know better than to stand someone up in a bar- who knows what kind of attention i could have attracted, hm? what if someone bad had been around?”

the irony of his words is lost to the other, but the twinge of satisfaction is still there. he doesn’t think he’d really have any issue fighting off anyone, were someone to actually approach him. alpha waves the bartender over and orders them both another drink, regardless of being done with their first ones (because really, he’s not looking to have a conversation about kyungsoo’s line of work sober, thanks) before turning his attention back to the older man. 

he leans his elbow against the counter, propping his cheek against his hand. “well, you gonna gimmie the rundown of today’s antics? ya run into any unsuspected issues?” alpha probably shouldn’t sound as hopeful as he does, because he doesn’t want kyungsoo getting hurt, but the idea of any ghoul outsmarting the ccg sends thrilled little butterflies fluttering through his chest.