Super Freak - K.SY
🩸Who: Kwon Soonyoung (Seventeen) x reader 🩸What: Dark themes (check warnings). Crack. Strangers to roommates. Supernatural. Monster/ serial killer reader. Suggestive (18+). 🩸Word count: 5.8k 🩸Warnings: Reader is a literal monster. Reader kills and often eats humans. Soonyoung is a genuine freak and is into reader being a literal monster. Reader is technically gender neutral but does take on a female human form to blend in and it is their default human form. But they’re mostly in monster form in this, which includes tentacles. Murder (off screen). Blood. Off screen masturbation. Many sexual references and remarks. No smut at all, implied or otherwise. Though there is a quick description of a mental image of sex. They’re both very morally fucked up, to be honest. 🩸Summary:
When you first lay your eyes on Soonyoung, you immediately want to eat him. Yet somehow, you wind up becoming roommates with the human and have a new ‘sidekick’ to aid your monstrous murder habit. All in a night’s work, you guess.
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A/N- Big shout out to @lovetaroandtaemin for all sorts of help and support with this story in a way that prompted me to actually write it, instead of leaving the idea to rot in the back of my brain somewhere. Love you, babydoll 💗
Many might say that your methods are messy, dangerous, and bound to turn around and bite you in the ass. In fact, your people have said as much on many different occasions. But do you listen? Of course not. Why would you listen to those boring, cautious folk when you can keep working how you always have and keep the spark alive?
Even if that’s all that stays alive. Your kill streak grows bigger by the month, and your hands and mouth dirtier by the number.
Just how you like it.
You can practically hear the elders droning in your mind as you watch your current choice of victim obliviously wander around his apartment from where you’re sitting on the roof of the building opposite.
“You’re too reckless!”
“You’re going to get caught!”
“You’re eating well tonight!”
Okay, that last one might actually just be you. But that’s the only one you’re interested in, anyway.
The man is currently wandering around topless, a light sheen of sweat against his skin. You know he’s just returned home; you saw him enter the building minutes ago, but you have no idea where he’s been, why this human is so sweaty and red cheeked. But it doesn’t matter, not to you.
You don’t care who your victims are. You don’t have a set list of characteristics your prey must have for you to pick them. Unlike the elders, you don’t care who you kill. If they look like they’ll be fun to play with and taste good, you’ll take anyone as a meal. Or just a plaything if you’re not hungry.
Tonight though, you’re starving.
Initially, you had another meal in mind; someone else who lives in this building, who you had stalked home an hour ago. You’ve been watching her window in wait for the perfect moment to sneak in, scare her into tasting so fucking sweet before chowing down.
Yet, you happened to notice this man and he immediately took your interest. It’s not unusual for you to change your mind when someone else catches your eye while on the hunt, but it is unusual for you to be interested in someone so physically fit.
Of course, you do enjoy it when they try to fight back; the adrenaline really adds a certain little mouthwatering richness to their flesh and blood that you can never resist. But you tend to prefer your meals to be softer, with more fat around the edges to melt in your mouth. This man, however, doesn’t seem to have much, if any, extra fat on him. He clearly takes care of his body, judging by the muscles you can see so plainly.
Still, he has your full attention now and you intend to sink your teeth into him. Just as soon as he’s showered, because he’s far too sweaty right now for your taste. A little salt is good, but too much just ruins the meal.
When the man appears in his bathroom, backlit by the light from the hallway until he flicks the bathroom light on, you perk up a little, pushing yourself forward in interest where you’re sitting on the edge of the roof with your feet dangling down.
He wanders around a little, grabbing a towel from the cupboard then turning his shower on. As steam starts to rise from the bathroom floor, he moves just out of your view, making you pout, displeased at having no idea what he’s up to. Though he returns moments later, entirely naked and with his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth before he climbs into the shower.
Although you usually don’t stop to ponder on the physicality of humans, you find yourself watching this man for longer than you intend to. There’s something about him that draws you in, even with toothpaste foam dripping down his chin as he wriggles around, apparently performing a show for the rubber duck seated on the shelf amongst bottles.
Toothpaste drips onto his bare chest and he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, simply rubs it into his skin mixed with the suds on his hand, drawing your attention to the circles he haphazardly makes on his torso. There’s no rhythm or finesse to his movements, to the way his hands move over his body to wash the sweat and daily grime from his skin. He’s messy about it.
You like messy.
When his hand slides down his body and his movements change, from cleaning to groping, you realise that he intends to pleasure himself. That’s your cue to move.
Sure, you may be a literal monster and regularly pluck the very life from any human you feel like relieving of their pulse, but you have morals. Watching someone in the midst of a sexual activity requires consent, and you certainly don’t have that from a man who isn’t even aware of your presence.
Instead of invading his sexual privacy by watching him masturbate in the shower, you get up and jump across the gap between the buildings. You sail through the night sky effortlessly, to land silently on the balcony attached to his living room, ready to invade his general privacy.
It doesn’t surprise you to find the balcony door unlocked when you try the handle; humans have the terrible habit of not locking their balcony doors. Well, terrible for them, great for you. It makes your life so much easier when you don’t have to break doors to gain access.
The door makes a horrible grinding sound as you slide it open, but you aren’t concerned that the human heard it, as you can still hear the water hitting his body and the tiles without a change of pattern, nor have his breathy moans stopped meeting your ears.
After ducking into the apartment, you pull the door closed behind you, then wander through the surprisingly spacious home. From your experience so far, humans as young as this one don’t have such space in their homes. They tend to live in smaller apartments if alone, or just a little bigger if sharing with another, though sometimes they’re just as small when shared.
You assume it’s hard to make money as a younger human these days, resulting in smaller homes. Your experience in the human world is limited, but the elders had made it out to be different. Then again, the elders never leave your homeland anymore, so their knowledge is a little dated.
In fact, you’re the only one of your people to regularly leave the homeland and experience the chaos of humanity. It’s a lot; all the noise and pollution their kind emit and create. But they taste delicious, so you overlook their massive flaws to focus on filling your stomach and entertaining yourself.
The first room you enter is certainly a bedroom, but it feels too stale, the air too undisturbed, so you assume it’s a spare bedroom and leave.
It’s obvious that the next room you enter is the correct one. You can see the hoodie that the man was wearing earlier, discarded carelessly on the floor beside the overflowing hamper of dirty clothes. You pull a face as you consider that he can’t regularly do laundry to have such a pile and just hope he has an impressive array of clothing to make the habit understandable. You hope he doesn’t wear dirty clothes repeatedly, especially to put dirty clothes on a clean body.
You don’t even wear clothes in your natural form, but even you think the condition and hygiene of clothing to be very important. Admittedly, it’s a lot to do with the fact that dirty clothes mean your food is dirty and you can’t stand a dirty meal. It’s one feeding rule you can agree with the elders on.
The sudden change in the man’s moaning from the bathroom makes you aware that he’s finished and will likely be out soon. Silently, you slink over to the corner of the room and hide in the shadows, glad that they welcome you so openly and hold you close.
Minutes later, the man strolls into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his body in the same way you have only seen female humans do; pulled right up to the top of his chest and secured there instead of around his hips or waist, as you see other human males do. It’s very curious to you.
As far as you’ve seen, humans are very rigid in their strange little gender roles. If anything, you’ve seen females wear clothing aimed towards males and perhaps even act more male like. But to see a male do something you’ve only seen female humans do is very strange. Such things don’t exist amongst your people; gender is a very human concept.
Your people don’t even have a biological sex like they do. It was rather difficult as a youngster to grasp the concept of only being able to impregnate or be impregnated when your people can all do both. Though, even that is very different for your people, the process of reproduction. Your natural body isn’t built for pleasure like your human form is.
In fact, many of your people like to gather in human form for the sake of sexual pleasure for fun, sometimes even in the human world. One of your closest friends is known for hosting orgies with humans, who are entirely oblivious to the truth of the person, or people, they’re interacting with. You’ve never been to one and have little interest, but you can understand the appeal in it and support your friend and their kinks entirely.
That’s not to say you can’t feel pleasure in your natural form, because you certainly can. But in your natural, monstrous form, the sole purpose of that pleasure is for breeding purposes. Instinctively, you cannot get any release in your natural form unless you have the intention of breeding your partner.
It’s a bit strange that you find yourself interested in this towel wrapped human while in your natural form. You’re not even sure if you can breed a human, but there is a slither of interest in your mind that only grows the longer you watch him wander around the bedroom.
Deciding that you need to make a start on your plan to consume this human, you step out of the shadows. It just so happens that he turns at the same time, sweatpants in one hand and uses his other to loosen his towel. It drops to the floor at the same time as his eyes find your hulking form materialising out of the darkness that shouldn’t even be present in his room, he just hadn’t paid attention to that fact until now.
Anticipating a scream, you take a step closer and let one of your appendages reach out and press into his open mouth, clogging it before a sound can escape.
What you had not expected was for the human to practically moan; a high-pitched keening type of sound, as his eyes roll back and his knees weaken, forcing you to wrap your two strongest tentacles around his bare waist to hold him up.
“What is the matter with you?” you can’t help but ask, voice low and rumbling. His hands scramble at the lengthy appendages wound around him, but he’s not fighting them, not trying to remove them.
It suddenly hits you that this human isn’t even the slightest bit scared of you, of the giant monster towering over him and staring him down with unblinking, dark grey eyes webbed with a deep purple. Humans always respond in fear to your natural form; this is truly baffling to you.
If anything, this human is enjoying your presence; as made very obvious by his own, much smaller, appendage plumping visibly where it hangs between his legs.
“You’re strange,” you murmur before your empty stomach reminds you that it is empty, and you have a reason for being here other than bewilderment.
Effortlessly lifting the man up with your tentacles, you walk through the apartment to the kitchen to grab a chair to place in the middle of the tiles and place him onto it. Your tentacles hold him in place as you use your hands to unwind the rope from your own waist ready to tie him down. You make a point of not paying attention to the fact that it feels like this human is ever so slightly working his tongue against the tentacle in his mouth.
Once you’ve finished tying him down, you step back and pull your tentacles back to yourself.
“What now?” he asks, staring at you with big, sparkling eyes. “Are you going to have your way with me?” He looks genuinely thrilled at the prospect, making you stare at him puzzled. “It’s been a while since I had anything in my ass, but I’m a real champ about it! Do you make your own lube? That’s hot,” he practically purrs the words out. “But don’t worry if not; I have plenty! I like it messy.”
Your brain genuinely shuts off for a second at the thought of this being liking it messy. Your mind conjures perhaps too much of an indecent image of him spread wide, held open by your tentacles as arousal fluid covers his body and drools from his hole, where it’s spread wide around your breeding organ that’s shoved deep into him.
“So?” his questioning tone brings you back. “Do you produce your own lube? My ass needs it; it doesn’t self-lubricate.”
“I’m aware of how the human asshole works,” you point out.
“Oh! Good! You know about the prostate, then?” You just nod dumbly. “Great!” He beams brightly. “I’m very excited about this. I have a good feeling this will be a lot of fun!”
“I’m not here to fuck you,” you correct flatly and watch as his face falls while his posture slumps.
“You’re not?” His bottom lip drops into a displeased pout around his words before he looks down to where his erection stands proud between his spread legs. “Sorry, buddy, not tonight.”
“Please stop talking to your penis,” you request and reach over to grab a large plastic bowl from the draining board to place upside down over his crotch.
“What’re you doing?” he wonders, sounding curious and weirdly into playing hide-the-penis-under-the-plastic-bowl.
“It’s distracting.”
He looks back at you. “Well, we could put it to use. Do you have a hole?” He drags his gaze over your bare form curiously. “You look naked, but I can’t see any genitals. How do you have sex?”
“My people aren’t designed in that way. We don’t fuck; we breed.”
The way his mouth drops open and his throat bobs as he swallows thickly tells you that this human likes the sound of that. You can’t tell if it means he wants to try to breed you or not. You know that humans who are biologically male cannot get pregnant, so surely, he doesn’t want you to breed him. Right?
“That is irrelevant anyway. I already told you that I’m not here to ‘have my way’ with you,” you remind, quoting his own words back at him.
“Oh, right, yeah,” he sighs as the arousal in his eyes seeps away and he leans back in the chair. “So, why are you here? If you want to rob me, I don’t have anything with resale value. I don’t buy fancy tech because it confuses me. Why are there so many buttons and apps and options on things these days?” He huffs a frustrated breath. “I want to go back to simpler times, don’t you?”
“It makes no difference to me.”
“Do you have a phone?”
“Of course, I’m not a savage,” you retort with a scoff then move closer to roughly grab his face in one hand. His eyes light back up as your hand easily dwarfs the lower part of his face while your fingers and thumb press into the hinge of his jaw. “Tell me, do you have any of those nasty diseases your species tend to carry?”
“No, I’m healthy. I get a sexual health screening between partners,” he promises.
“I already told you that I’m not here to fuck you.”
“Then why do you want to know if I’m diseased?”
“Diseased flesh doesn’t sit well in my stomach.”
The man blinks at you a few times before his eyes widen comically. “Y-you’re going to eat me?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
“Scared?”
“No,” he responds without hesitation as his head shakes a little in your hand; from side to side slightly without his wide gaze breaking from yours.
The strangest part is that you believe him entirely; there isn’t the slightest sign of fear on this man. It’s truly perplexing that even when staring in the eyes of a monster who wants to devour him, he looks more than willing and happy to be here.
You have to let him go and take a few steps back as he continues to stare up at you with eyes rounded with anticipation and body lax and waiting. He’s so…weird. It throws you off your game far too much. You need to put a little space between the two of you to try and grab your mental stability back.
“Are you going to eat me while I’m still alive? Are you going to bite right into me or are you going to rip me apart and then start eating? Or maybe you want to use a knife and get clean cuts? I don’t cook, so I don’t really have any good knives, sorry.” He genuinely looks apologetic for not having any sharp knives to aid in his own demise; his lips twist to the side slightly and he slouches almost guiltily. “My friends always tell me off for not having sharp knives; they say I’m more likely to cut myself with blunt knives.”
“You are,” you agree without thought.
“Oh.” It looks as if he’s finally accepted the advice of his friends. Who knew all it’d take is for a serial killer monster to agree with their words for him to finally take them to heart. “Guess it’s too late now though, seeing as you’re going to kill me. You are going to kill me, right? You’re not just going to chew on my leg and leave the rest of me, are you? That’d fucking suck.”
“I would’ve thought dying would suck too,” you point out.
“Well…yeah,” he concedes, but clearly isn’t done with the topic, “but what’s the point of only getting hurt by a big, beautiful monster when you can just kill me? Just getting hurt is lame.” He huffs then abruptly straightens up with a strange, somewhat panicked expression on his face. “Oh, shit, is it offensive to call you a monster? I didn’t even think! What should I call you? What’s your like, species?”
You blink at him dumbly a few times before opening your mouth to answer. “Monster is fine. My people aren’t tender-hearted; we know what we are and don’t shy away from it.”
“Embrace it!” he enthuses, lighting back up. “Monster isn’t a bad word! I think you’re so fucking cool!”
“Right.”
“My friends call me a freak, you know?”
“I can see why.”
“I can’t tell if you’re trying to insult me or not,” he admits, giving you a suspicious look.
“Is a fact an insult?”
“Exactly!” he agrees with a grin. “I am a freak! I don’t shy away from that either! We’re a good pair, you know? We embrace our titles others think of as negative labels!”
“I’m not going to fuck you just because you offer a few meagre compliments,” you deadpan.
The way his smile drops makes you have to press your lips together to hold back your laugh. He doesn’t seem to notice though, already looking down at the bowl upturned on his crotch and mumbling apologetically to his penis yet again.
Although your stomach is twisting with the need to be filled, you suddenly don’t quite have the urge to bury your teeth into this man. At least, not for that reason. You think he’d probably be into being bitten during sex, even if it draws blood. In fact, he’d probably be even more into it if it drew blood. The man truly is a freak of the highest order, and perhaps it makes you just as much of one that you’re into how into it he is.
With a forlorn sigh, he lifts his head to look back at you. “I have a request, before you kill me.”
“I’m not fucking you.”
“I know,” he whines. “You don’t keep having to say that! Am I not monstrous enough for you, is that it?”
“No. I just don’t play with my food like that.”
“Not even a little?” Once again, his lips protrude into a natural pout as he looks at you sadly. “Just a single tentacle in the ass?”
“What’s your request?” you ask before you give in and get distracted. You really do need to eat sooner rather than later; it’s been far too long since your last meal.
“Oh.” He straightens up and then tilts his head back a little, motioning behind him shortly. “Can you kill my neighbour?”
“What?”
“He plays really shit music.”
“You want me to kill your neighbour because he ‘plays shit music’?” you deadpan in shock.
“Yes.” He nods firmly, looking utterly serious and at this point, you shouldn’t even be surprised by this man. “And I want to watch.” Okay, maybe you should be surprised by this man.
“There’s something very wrong with you, isn’t there?”
“Probably,” he agrees shamelessly with a nod. “So, can I watch? I’ve always wanted to see the life go from someone’s eyes.”
Once again, you find yourself silently staring at the man for a few moments as he stares back openly, patiently. “Fuck it. Sure,” you give in with a nod.
“Yay!” he cheers and then wiggles happily in his seat. “This is going to be great!”
He continues to ramble away excitedly as you untie him, ready to apparently watch you murder his neighbour for playing shit music. Potentially while naked. You eye him as he jumps up, letting the bowl clatter to the tiles and then bounds towards the front door.
“Are you intending to do this naked?” you question.
“Huh?” He turns to look at you, then down at his body and giggles. “Oh, right, clothes. Gimme a sec!” He dashes past you to his bedroom, leaving you standing like a lost child trying to decode a complex cipher in the kitchen.
You think it’s an apt description of this human though; a particularly mind-boggling puzzle you’re not sure you can ever understand, even given the rest of your life.
While waiting for him to return, you wind the rope back around your waist, tuck the chair under the table and then pick up the bowl to thoroughly hand wash and leave it to drip dry on the top of the rack.
When he returns, dressed in a black sweatpants and t-shirt set, you’re waiting by the front door in your human form. It makes him stop dead in his tracks when he spots you.
“What?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at him questioningly.
“You look human,” he mumbles as he walks over and bravely reaches out to touch his fingers to your cheek. He gasps when his skin makes contact with yours. “It’s real!”
“Of course it’s fucking real.” You knock his hand away when he tries to cup your jaw and press his thumb against your bottom lip as you talk. “What’re you doing? Stop it.”
“I thought it was an illusion,” he admits. “To blend in or something.”
“It is to blend in but it’s not an illusion. My people developed the ability to shapeshift into human forms to make hunting easier.”
“That’s a cool evolutionary trait,” he comments, seeming genuinely impressed. “Does this mean you’re technically a girl? If your human form is female?”
“My people do not have male and female; we are all the same.”
“Oh! That’s cool!” He grins. “Real equality!”
“It’s your people who have the gender issues,” you confirm with a disgusted twist of your expression. “I can choose my human form, but I use this one as humans tend to overlook females and not expect them to be a threat. People are far too trusting of a pretty face.”
“Yeah.” He nods emphatically in agreement. “I trusted yours from the moment I saw you in my room.”
“I was in my natural form then,” you remind.
“I know.”
The implication that this human thinks your natural form is attractive makes you fall silent and even more bewildered than his general peculiar existence does. You recall that he called you a ‘big, beautiful monster’ earlier, which you had assumed was him just buttering you up, but now you think he was just speaking his mind. It makes your interest in him grow in a way that is far too distracting right now, so you quickly move on. “Are you ready to see your neighbour die a painful death?”
“Hell yeah!” he enthuses with brightly shining eyes. “Are you going to eat him?” He tilts towards you imploringly.
“Depends on if he seems edible enough.”
“What makes a person edible?”
“Well, I tend to prefer more fat.” You quickly eye him from head to toe then back again. “I have no idea why I wanted to eat you.”
“I’m delicious looking,” he retorts with a flirtatious wink before stepping aside to reach for the door. As soon as his hand touches the handle though, he looks at you with an offended, despairing frown. “Does that mean you don’t want to eat me anymore?!”
“Why do you look upset about that?”
“I’m curious what it feels like! Your teeth look sharp!” He eyes your closed mouth. “Well, not those ones.” His face twists in almost revulsion for a second. “Your real teeth.”
“I think you’re the kind of humans that therapy was made for.”
“Probably,” he agrees, then pulls open the door. “Let’s go!”
During your time at the neighbour’s, you had learned that the freak of a human you stumbled upon tonight is called Soonyoung. You also learned that Soonyoung is not afraid to get his hands dirty and had happily sat in the splash zone as you ripped his neighbour apart with your bare hands and teeth.
Now, you’re back in his apartment sitting on the kitchen floor opposite him; you with your bowl of neighbour chunks and Soonyoung with the box of leftover pizza he ‘liberated’ from the neighbour’s apartment. And both splattered with blood.
“The man had shit taste in music, but great taste in pizza,” he declares around a mouthful of the food then holds his half-eaten slice up to you, even if he has to stretch to get it anywhere near to your face due to you being back in your natural form. “Don’t you like pizza?”
“Never tried it,” you admit.
Soonyoung gasps then scrambles closer to get on his knees and all but shove the end of the pizza into your mouth. “Try it!” he encourages, physically pushing your jaw closed then staring in awe as the pizza cuts cleanly under your double row of teeth. “They’re so sharp!” he exclaims in awe as he inspects the bite mark in the slice, while you tentatively chew on the contents in your mouth.
It's not bad; not as good as fear drenched flesh, but not bad. You wouldn’t mind trying more human food if it’s anything like pizza.
“Are you really not going to eat me anymore?” he asks a few moments later once he’s settled back down cross legged on the tiles and is chewing away on his food again.
“No.”
“Oh.”
“Seriously, why are you so fucking pouty about not being eaten?”
“I told you; I wanna know what it feels like!” he complains, motioning vaguely to your mouth.
“To be eaten or bitten? Those are very different things,” you comment.
Soonyoung opens and closes his mouth a few times as he thinks. “Okay, just bitten is good. I don’t want any chunks of me missing; I like my body as it is.”
“If I bit you, it’d scar.”
“That’s hot,” he responds immediately. “Please bite me.”
You eye him consideringly for a moment as you chew on the last piece from your bowl and only respond once you’ve swallowed the last slither down. “What are you willing to do to earn that?”
“Anything!” he exclaims, discarding the pizza box by tossing it aside carelessly, so that he can get back up on his knees and yank his t-shirt over his head, to also throw aside without thought to where it lands. “Please bite me.”
“You need to earn that,” you reply with an amused smirk and wrap one tentacle around his throat just tight enough that he can feel the hint of pressure. His pupils immediately blow wide with arousal, and he whimpers, body growing lax and far too trusting of you, really. But it certainly works in your favour.
“I-I’ll do anything. Anything you wa-want. Please,” he pleads, desperately breathless as he watches you with no attempt to move or look away. He has entirely submitted to you; given in completely and is truly willing to do whatever you want, give you whatever you want. You’re definitely going to put that to the test one day, but not today.
“That second bedroom,” you start and watch as his eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“What about it?”
“I want it.”
“You want to move in?” he mumbles puzzled, expression turning down further when you unwind from around his throat and let him support his own weight. He slumps onto his knees when you nod, though quickly lights back up. “That’ll be so fun! We can find people for you to kill and eat together and I can help you! I can be your sidekick!”
“My sidekick?”
“Yeah! It’ll be fun! Don’t you think?”
“I don’t hunt with others.”
He immediately deflates, looking down at his blood smeared hands on his thighs sadly. “Oh.” He looks like a sad puppy; like you’ve stolen his favourite stick and are refusing to play fetch with him. You may be a monster, but you’re not heartless.
“But I suppose you didn’t get in my way earlier,” you reason, making him look up at you with eyes wide with hope. “Alright, we can give it a go.”
“Really?!” he exclaims, bouncing excitedly on his knees.
“Only if I can live rent free in your second bedroom. I don’t exactly have a job.”
“That’s fine! I make enough money!” he enthuses.
“Mm, I guessed.” You glance around the kitchen shortly then look back at him. “What do you even do?”
“I’m a personal trainer for celebrities. It’s crazy how much they’re willing to pay to get in shape for roles or comeback season,” he comments. “And they always tip if I say I enjoyed their latest movie or song.”
“Do you enjoy them?”
“I don’t even know who most of them are; I don’t care about famous people.” He answers with a shrug. “I only know the ones I do know because of some of my friends. Oh, that reminds me, they come over randomly and I know they’d freak out if they see you like this. I personally love it; this really does it for me.” He motions to you up and down vaguely, eyes lingering on your tentacles where they’re spread across the tiles behind and beside you. “Like really.” He lets out a heavy, affected breath.
“I noticed,” you deadpan and reach out to grab his jaw and make him look up at your face. “But your friends won’t.”
“Don’t fuck them,” he says with a slight pout. “I’ll be heartbroken if you fuck them and not me.”
“I have no intention of fucking them, Soonyoung,” you assure and squeeze his jaw a little, making him whimper before you let go and get up. “I’m going to bed; switching form always takes it out of me.”
“What time do you wake up?” he asks as he scrambles to his feet and scuttles after you to your new bedroom.
“Whenever I feel like it.”
“I’ll be gone by 9, so if you get up after then, I won’t be here. You can help yourself to whatever you want…but there’s not a lot here. What do you eat, other than human flesh?”
You shrug as you start to pull the stale sheets from the bed. “I don’t need to eat often.”
“Oh, really? Must be useful. Okay. I’ll still go grocery shopping tomorrow after work. Hey, do you want to come along? We can scout our next victim!” he enthuses.
“Our next victim?” you repeat as you look over at him amusedly. His head bobs in confirmation. “I don’t really scout ahead. It’s more spontaneous than that.”
“Oh, you don’t plan it out? So that you don’t get caught and stuff?” He tilts his head in wonder.
“No. The elders try to convince me that I should, but if I have a set method and stalk my prey, I’m more likely to create a pattern and get caught. If I just go for whoever happens to catch my eye, there’s nothing to connect them. At least not intentionally.”
“Huh, makes sense,” he agrees. “I’ll get fresh sheets!”
“You’re covered in blood,” you point out.
“I’ll shower then get you fresh sheets! Hey, want to shower together?” he offers brightly. You just stare at him. “What?”
“You know what? Sure, why the fuck not?” you agree and don’t hold back your soft, amused laugh as he cheers and bounds out of the room to go to the bathroom, prattling away excitedly about soaps and washing each other.
After taking a moment to school your expression, so that he doesn’t see that you’re actually kind of fond of him already, you join him in the bathroom.
He’s already completely naked and practically vibrating with excitement in the spray of the shower. “Come on!” he encourages. “I’m so excited for our daily showers to start!”
“Daily showers?” you mutter yet wander over and discard your rope to the floor before joining him, even if you barely fit in the shower in your natural form, but Soonyoung doesn’t care; just giggles happily and immediately starts running his soapy hands over your torso.
“This is so fun! I’m so glad we’re roomies now! Aren’t you glad too?!”
As Soonyoung happily babbles away, eyes glued to his hands working over your purple-grey skin in awe, you can't help but let your lips turn up at the corners in a soft smile.
Sure, you started tonight with the intention of eating this man, but now, now you think that you might just share his feelings and are glad to be roommates with this super freak of a human.
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