— impulse control ,
a starter for @feyminsoo !
[ trigger warnings: blood ]
don’t get into trouble. it’s the first thing that echoes in his mind, going on and on, over and over on repeat. sungha’s voice croons it into his mind, reminding him to be careful, that the other is trusting him to not get into trouble. and sebin wants to do well for the other male, the only one who had taken care of him when he’d first awoken, scared.
“don’t get in trouble,” he whispers to himself in a soft little voice as he slips through the shadows. but the expectation of not getting in trouble? it’s near impossible for sebin, young as he is and always hungry. the steady thump of heartbeats sound in his ears as he creeps through the streets, and he can feel his fangs sharpen in his mouth, a soft whimper escaping him as he tries to block out the call of blood.
but he’s so hungry...
the steady sound of heartbeats all around him make his fangs throb, and he swallows around the saliva starting to pool in his mouth, his head feeling a little hazy. don’t get into trouble, sungha’s voice echoes but it’s starting to become more distant as the bloodlust crowds more into his mind.
thump... thump... thump... thump...
the noise echoes in his ears until it’s the only thing he can hear, sungha’s chiding voice fading to a barely audible sound in his head. he whines softly as he stumbles, drawn towards the steady heartbeat. it smells so good.
his movements are clumsy, his mind hazy, the only thing dominating his thoughts how nice the taste of blood on his tongue, down his parched throat — and he lunges, weak grip clinging onto the male’s shoulders as he sinks his fangs down, a rush of blood coating his tongue.

















